Microfiction
A Love Unfolding
In a quiet corner of the city, nestled away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, there existed a place that had become a sanctuary for one young woman named Sarah. The place was her local library, a treasure trove of knowledge, stories, and dreams. Here, the scent of old books filled the air, and the hushed whispers of pages turning created a symphony of serenity.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Garden
Amelia had always been captivated by the idea of an enchanted garden, a place where love bloomed like the most exquisite flowers. She often wandered through the public gardens in her city, searching for a hint of magic among the roses and tulips. Yet, she had never come across a garden that truly felt enchanted until one fateful day.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui2 years ago in Fiction
Love Letters by Moonlight
The evening had settled into a gentle rhythm as Lily sat on her porch, overlooking the serene countryside. The soft, silvery glow of the moon bathed everything in a tranquil light. Crickets sang their nocturnal songs, and a gentle breeze carried with it the scent of blooming wildflowers. It was a perfect night to put her thoughts on paper.
By Mahnoor Siddiqui2 years ago in Fiction
Under The Moon
The world was silent the night it happened. The full moon refused to shine bright and the crickets didn’t grumble as I trampled on their playground. As my mother’s daughter, I should have respected the omen and not seek him out. I did see him, my moonlight lover, as the eerie night blanketed us.
By Pore Camara2 years ago in Fiction
Her Quescénnoia
Antonia only liked people on rare occassions. Usually when there were restrictions in place, like in libraries, where the expectation was that one's mouth would mostly remain shut. Or in movie theatres, where the same unspoken rules applied. Parties were abject torture, unless she was able to secure the a wallflower and pluck them from the rest. It was likely she would remain holed up in a far corner of an upstairs room for the remainder of the evening, discussing everything from Greek philosophy to 14th century textiles, until it was acceptable to return home.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Fiction
amourlust
Hanging on, it's what she did best. Telling Mia to give up, was like lighting fire to a short, temperamental fuse, and expecting a slow burn. She didn't know the meaning of the word quit, and never understood how quickly some would reach this conclusion.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Lumilya
Evelyn got up to the incessant chirping of her alarm. She rolled over in bed, moaning, and squeezed rest, trusting to induce some more hours of rest before she had to confront the day ahead. The morning was full of meetings and deadlines and stress. Evelyn couldn’t wait to climb out of bed and out into the fresh, cold, and chaotic world outside.
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Fiction
Set(h)
What is this? Who am I? Rising from a shadow, the warmth rolls along skin and speckles. It hurts, just a bit. What is that brightness? It stings to look at. Don’t look at it, but its heat feels divine. Familiar, the blue of the sky enfolding and comforting, like a mother’s embrace.
By Nicole Fenn2 years ago in Fiction
