Love

A Rose for Rose
October 2nd “Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose.” My uncle strode into the room, shaking his head in disappointment. “Will I ever see you be wed? At this point, I’ll be six feet under before you choose a husband.”
By Sharon Gentry14 days ago in Fiction
Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Anna I smile as I walk up to him watching him wipe the dirt and sweat off of his face as the sunlight sparkles in his Green eyes and they catch mine I don't know if its this Tennessee heat or the infatuation I have for this man but my heart skips a beat as he covers his forehead with his hand to get a better look and he says Ms. walker you ain't supposed to be out here, I fold my arms as I say now Jimmy how many times do I have to tell you to call me Anna?, Ms. Walker is my mama. He shakes his head as he says well either way you know if you are caught out here talking to me your daddy is gonna have your head and possibly mine, I shrug and say well the war is taking up most of his time and Mr. Johnson is taking up my mama's so I think I'm safe.
By cheyenne 14 days ago in Fiction
Pancakes Made with Love
Last year when I woke up to the smell of pancakes it was great. Now it isn’t as good as it used to be. I got out of bed this morning to find a stack of them on the table. A small pat of soy butter on top of them. Pumpkin jelly is in between the pancakes that were made. And a huge amount of my favorite syrup poured on top. Along with some scrambled vegan eggs with cheese melted throughout.
By Raphael Fontenelle14 days ago in Fiction
How to Become the Woman Who Leaves
Product Type: Survival Manual Intended User: You Language: Plain, because being clear saves time. Disclaimer: These instructions will not prevent grief. They only make it survivable.
By Lori A. A.15 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of You
Message One Sent: Mission Day 12 Estimated Receipt: Day 4,387 They didn’t tell me how long it would take for my voice to reach you.
By Logan M. Snyder15 days ago in Fiction
Neutrino Factor
Fuck you, she said, fuck you, was the last thing she said to me—bitch, I wanted to say. That was all she said, that was your only response—that’s it, all you’re going to tell me?
By Gerry Thibeault15 days ago in Fiction
Thoughts on Plot and Structure
If you say that plots are limited, that there are only so many ways a story can go, can move its way into the reader's mind, walk around and influence things while it's there, can end…if you are one who says that, my humble assessment is you may have erred, miscalculated, misspoken.
By Canute Limarider15 days ago in Fiction
Fading
This short story is about the origins of The Memory Scrambler - a powerful being that was once a young bride named Sofayna that has been used for centuries by Sithmora under the orders of Demise.
By Mel E. Furnish15 days ago in Fiction
Love is a dagger
You've been living in the Watchtower for a few years now, and everyone treats you as family, friend, sister, except Loki. He's always treated you as his entertainment, but you never minded; you found it fun at times, thought of him as a friend, and believed that he secretly thinks of you as one too. Today marks the 3rd anniversary of your joining the Avengers, and a small party has been thrown by the team for you.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)15 days ago in Fiction
Santa Claus' Post-Hallmark Staycation
When Santa Claus entered his bedroom, he smiled. Jessica had fallen asleep in front of the television. His wife of centuries (his dimples appeared as he remembered that her white locks hid the crimson of her youth) had fallen asleep watching some Hallmark movie. He turned off the television as he turned towards their bed. As he hung up his coat, a plan began to coalesce, one that brought a suppressed chuckle. But first, sleep; he was crashing from the sugar high of the night's ride and was already beginning to slow.
By Jamais Jochim15 days ago in Fiction
When the Unseen Learns Your Name
Alex wasn’t in a hurry. After work he could take the metro, catch a bus, or walk home the mostly-straight forty-minute way.
By Erian Lin Grant15 days ago in Fiction
The Line Doesn’t End Where We Think It Does
“Did you mean to call, or was this just another accident?” “I don’t believe in accidents anymore.” “That’s new.” “So is hearing your voice without bracing myself.”
By Lori A. A.16 days ago in Fiction