Love
Meter Maid Marion
Bill had writer’s block. Day after day, he sat at his computer, opened up Word, and stared at a blank page on his screen, until his itchy mouse finger took him to Twitter where he could react to one question or witty observation after another, and forget his deadline.
By Richard Seltzer3 years ago in Fiction
My Strange Lover..
She never thought she'd fall for someone from Mars until she met Zak. With his green skin and tentacled arms aside, he made her laugh and feel alive in ways she never thought possible. They spent months talking and exploring each other's cultures, and before she knew it, she was hopelessly in love with the Martian. She couldn't help but wonder if their love was forbidden, but she didn't care. They were happy, and that was all that mattered. And as they looked up at the stars together, they knew that their love was truly out of this world.
By Arianna Silcott-Lo, MBA3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dance
She spotted him across the crowded ballroom, and her heart skipped a beat. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and she knew she had to meet him. They danced the night away, lost in each other's eyes. "I've never felt this way before," she whispered. "Me neither," he replied.
By SK Pindiprolu3 years ago in Fiction
The Relationship Hypothesis
The relationship hypothesis describes the relationship between the amount of time two people spend talking about their relationship and the amount of time left in that relationship. It is inverse. As the amount of time spent talking about a particular relationship increases the amount of time left in it decreases proportionally.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
"Whispers of Solace: A Melancholic Love's Redemption"
Once upon a time, in a small coastal town named Havenbrook, there lived a young woman named Lily. She possessed an ethereal beauty that mirrored the delicate nature of her soul. Lily was known for her melancholic demeanor and her love for poetry and painting. Her heart yearned for a love that was as deep and profound as the ocean she admired every evening.
By Morita Kevin3 years ago in Fiction





