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🍃💗 The Quiet Princess and the Prince Who Waited 💗🍃
🍃💗 The Quiet Princess and the Prince Who Waited 💗🍃 a soft, friendly, deeply romantic story — calm, tender, and comforting
By Zidane5 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit5 days ago in Fiction
Eyes
I was seven years old the first time I got married. I remember the weight of the dress before I remember my own name. It was heavy and white and warm, like it had been waiting for me longer than I had been alive. The fabric pressed against my shoulders with a seriousness I did not yet understand. The room was filled with the aroma of flowers I couldn’t name, their scent thick and unfamiliar; and the walls seemed older than the building that held them as if the space itself had been borrowed for the occasion. There were people there. I remember that much. Their voices softened as I entered, the way voices do when something inevitable is about to happen. No one smiled too widely. No one whispered. They all seemed like a blurry memory; a background character of my story. I am even unsure of the season but I do know I wanted to hold onto the feeling and the intensity of the dream; and take it with me but I couldn’t remember everything once I woke up.
By Cadma7 days ago in Fiction
Adam's Apple: Origin Story
Sleeping under the Forbidden Tree, Adam woke up from the hissing sounds. He half-opened his eyes and saw the Serpent trying to strike a conversation with Eve sitting not too far from Adam under the Tree.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in Fiction
Still Life with Woman
Despite my youth and supposed good health, I had recently felt under the weather. In recent days, to be precise, I had felt my body slowly seizing up, heavier. It started in my fingers and toes: a loss of the freedom of movement expected for those digits at the extremities of my healthy body. Not exactly painful, but neither was it a piece of cake. After a day of that, I retired to bed, expecting to wake fully refreshed and better the next day.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Fiction
Patriots. Expatriates.
The white china cup clattered against the serving plate as the train hit a soft bump. He stared glassy-eyed as the coffee within swirled. Mountains flitted by his window, their gray dominance only interrupted by the lush green landscape at their base.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 days ago in Fiction
The Defender Of The Faith
On the castle green below, the Crown Prince chased a black cat under the ever watchful eye of the King.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 days ago in Fiction
The Sun Who Envied The Moon
Do you ever wish you were like someone else? Wish you had that dream life, that dream car, that loving family? I wish I was like the moon, she sees the real side of people, when humans are at their most vulnerable they turn to the moon like an old friend. People only talk to me when they’re “happy” but usually they are just faking it.
By Christian Sanchez7 days ago in Fiction
Sisyphus’ Punishment
I’ve been doing this for three thousand years. At least that's what I estimate, more or less. Can’t tell more precisely because I lost count of days and nights. With this job, you would too, anyone would. Yes, I have to roll this huge rock up not only during the day but at night, too. Up and down, up and down. I roll it up, almost all the way to the top, it rolls down under its weight and I have to start over.
By Lana V Lynx8 days ago in Fiction
what keeps the light
The cart bumped through the lane’s deep ruts as it climbed, the old man it carried experiencing every trembling shake and jolt, expecting at any moment that an axle would break or a wheel loosened by hours of rough road would free itself and roll down the long hill from whence they came. But as it crested the hill, he uttered Mein Gott when he saw the mountains in the distance, patches of the spring green leaves of elm and oak dotted among the veridian conifers.
By John Cox8 days ago in Fiction
Good Deeds Are Never Wasted
Centuries ago, in the vast lands of India, there was a powerful Maharaja who ruled over many territories. This king was known far and wide for his cruelty. He often acted on whims and would have his ministers executed for the smallest mistakes or disagreements. Fear gripped the hearts of everyone in his court. However, among the ministers, there was one who stood out—not for his power or cunning, but for his wisdom, fairness, and compassion. This minister treated the people with kindness, helped the needy, and always acted justly.
By Sudais Zakwan8 days ago in Fiction
Dinner
Whiskey tango foxtrot. Would you look at the seating chart my brother just handed me? It was a nightmare worthy of Phobetor and Phantasos. I swatted him with it then told him he could seat the ladies. That should fix his little red chariot but good. “And tell Aphrodite to dress for dinner. I won’t have her at my table in cut offs and a tube top.” I noticed Hermes glancing at the chart. “Any table.” If there’s a loophole, he’ll find it. If there isn’t, he’ll make one.
By Harper Lewis10 days ago in Fiction