Love

Second lead syndrome
I had rehearsed what I wanted to say to him repeatedly until I was confident that today would go well. I was confident that I was going to be able to confess the feelings I have had for him for as long as I can remember in the best way that I could think of: through music.
By Deborah3 years ago in Fiction
Tale of The Fairies
Sissy, the Secret Fairy, had always carried the weight of her duty with unwavering commitment. As the guardian of all secrets, she possessed the unique ability to hear the whispered confessions of the world. But with time, the burden of her responsibility became increasingly heavy, taking a toll on her tender heart.
By Aci lais3 years ago in Fiction
Café Serendipity
Amelia sat alone at her favorite corner table in the cozy Café Serendipity, immersed in her book and sipping her steaming cup of cappuccino. The aromatic blend of freshly ground coffee beans filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility. Lost in the pages of her novel, she was completely oblivious to the world around her.
By Eman Mehmood3 years ago in Fiction
The Front
"Why the panicked phone call?" asks Bayla, as we stand on her back porch on a cold, May morning in Cleveland. I giggle as I go over difficult family issues, though none of them are funny.
By Jennifer L Osborne3 years ago in Fiction
Brushstrokes of Love: A Tale of Art, Words, and Eternal Devotion
In the small coastal town of Ravenna, nestled against the backdrop of crashing waves and picturesque sunsets, two beautiful souls unknowingly began a journey that would forever intertwist their destinies.
By GOSPEL JOHN3 years ago in Fiction
Fast and Furious X: A Franchise That Refuses to Slow Down
Start writing... Fast and Furious X: A Franchise That Refuses to Slow Down Explosive Action, Heart-Stopping Stunts, and Unbreakable Bonds Take the Wheel
By MUSA EDITS3 years ago in Fiction
Embers of Hope: A Tale of Love Amidst Ruins
In the smoldering ruins of a once-thriving city, a lone figure wandered. Ashen skies wept soot, shrouding the earth in a perpetual night. The figure clutched a wilted rose, its faded petals whispering hope. Amidst the desolation, the rose's scent lingered, a stubborn memory of love. Against all odds, the figure persevered, seeking a single ray of sunlight - a promise of renewal. It was said love could conquer all, and so, with that belief, the figure walked on, determined to mend a broken world.
By John Porfy3 years ago in Fiction
REGRET; NOT AT ALL
She does not react…at all. I’m not shocked but rather relieved that she does not return my punch. Bittersweet. My clenched fist throbs with a dull ache, a testament to the force it had exerted. Yet, as my gaze fixates upon her once pristine white brassiere, now stained with a seeping crimson hue, an odd sense of satisfaction washes over me. Another coquette, another act of retribution fulfilled. In this twisted dance of give and take, my actions become a means of repaying the debts owed to me.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Fiction
My Last breath
Fading into Eternity The room was quiet, enveloped in an atmosphere of somber stillness. Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the partially closed curtains, casting delicate patterns on the floor. I lay in a bed, weak and frail, with each breath becoming more labored than the last. The weight of the world seemed to rest upon my chest, a burden I could no longer bear.
By Blessing Akpan3 years ago in Fiction
Separate Ways
A sudden rain falls in sheets as we lug our chipped tableware to the Goodwill on Second Avenue. My tank top plasters to my skin. Tomorrow you’ll be gone, crossing three time zones to where another woman waits.
By Aleta Davis3 years ago in Fiction
beggar's love
In a sprawling city where economic disparities created a stark divide, two souls from opposite ends of the spectrum found themselves entangled in an extraordinary love story. This is the tale of Gabriel, a humble beggar man, and Nathaniel, a wealthy and influential businessman.
By Noor Ali3 years ago in Fiction
MY CHRONICAL LIFE
I am in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. I continued to sprint tirelessly, my breaths coming in gasps as I desperately sought to distance myself from the harsh grasp of reality. How could I confront it? The overwhelming sense of déjà vu enveloped me, reminding me that not enough time had passed for me to erase the memory of this very place from my mind.
By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Fiction