Love

The perfect night
Giorgia didn’t really believe in first dates anymore. After so many disappointments, she had almost stopped using dating apps. But that night she made an exception.
By Gihan Mansoryabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
“We Are the Ones…”
We are the ones… who stay, even after you leave. We don’t walk away easily. We don’t forget quickly. And we don’t pretend like nothing ever mattered.
By Fawad Ahmadabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Something Borrowed
Hey, everybody! For those of you who don... ah, who are we kidding? Who here doesn’t know me? Geez, Mom! The stink eye already? I remember – short and sweet!
By Cristal S.about 10 hours ago in Fiction
American Uk Air Base a BurtonWood
Burtonwood and the Girls They Left Behind (My Story & Poem) RAF Burtonwood sat just outside Warrington, flat land stretching wide, with long concrete runways and massive hangars that seemed to swallow clouds. Opened in 1940, it was built for the war effort, but everything changed when the Americans arrived. By the mid-1940s, Burtonwood had become the largest U.S. air base in Europe, home to more than 18,000 American servicemen, bustling with the roar of engines and the endless hum of planes coming and going.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 16 hours ago in Fiction
Medea Gets Fleeced
Dear Medea, First, thank you for the sheep—I wouldn’t be where I am today without them. However, you betrayed your father and brother so I might have them, and, well, having forsaken them, you sort of screwed me out of your dowry. Also, how can I have faith in your loyalty? What if Odysseus sailed past and you fell in love with him, betraying me? I don’t have room for that kind of doubt in my life.
By Harper Lewisa day ago in Fiction
My Wife of Bath...
Note: if you do not know much about the Wife of Bath, or this Challenge, watch the above video, and look at the link below. I have decided that since this is a letter, I am going to keep it brief.
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Fiction
THE SILENT AFFAIR: A LOVE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
"They say some secrets are meant to be buried, but some secrets refuse to stay in the grave. In the winter of 1912, inside a locked drawer of a decaying mansion, a letter was found. It wasn't a letter of business or family. It was a letter of fire—a forbidden confession of a love that was never supposed to exist. A love that was as beautiful as it was lethal."
By Its_Shani a day ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umaira day ago in Fiction
Star light
It was a winter night magic left her finger tips, it moved in the sky and connect with the stars. Star light was a Native American girl who had magic powers. She had the ability to speak life in the universe and when someone with a pure heart wished upon a star the wish will be granted. Starlight was gifted, she had a kind heart and she was the most beautiful woman in their town. It was a rural area they still lived in tents and very old houses, made out of sand. Starlight had a kind heart and she was loved by everyone in her community. She was a special teenage girl. Although she had great beauty she was still a child, she was eighteen years of age. She was living with her parents and was the only child. So naturally her parents were very protective over her because of her beauty and the special magical gift she had.
By Miss Beya day ago in Fiction
A love I lost
We pour our souls into love only to lose it in the end. Some people are lucky enough to find genuine and real love; sadly, I am not one of them. I find love only to lose it. I found him and lost him. I loved him, then hated him. He made me happy. I thought I was the luckiest woman to have him in my life. I thought he was a gift from God. My joy turned into pain. He disappointed me and broke my heart over and over again until I stopped loving him. My happiness came to an end. We broke up eventually. We both stopped fighting for the love we had. Our love was not enough to keep us together.
By Miss Beya day ago in Fiction
The queen of the night
Justin was one of the vampires in his father Edward’s vampire clan. His father was the king of the vampires, and Justin was expected to take over as the new king. Edward was ready to retire from ruling and wanted to settle down somewhere peaceful with his wife, Justin’s mother. He longed to live a normal vampire life outside of the clan—just to be a regular vampire living for himself.
By Miss Beya day ago in Fiction
That's the Kind of Friend He Is
Awright, as most a yee ken, Ahm Tam — the best man an' wan a Frankie's auldest pals. We've been through a load a shite the years.
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Fiction