Love

Waiting
Once upon a time, there was a fair maiden, trapped in a tower almost as lonely as her mind. She spent her days longing for companionship and her nights wishing upon the passing falling stars for anybody to come find her. The maiden did not know how she got to the tower, was not sure how long she had been there, and hadn’t the slightest clue how to leave. Days stacked high upon days as she waited and waited for a rescuer.
By Raine Neal7 days ago in Fiction
Colored Shoes
I was once a guy who loved bright color shoes. Give me the lime greens, and the cherry reds and the hot pinks. I'd wear them outside, I'd wear them to sleep, I'd wear them to play sports and even in my dreams.
By Christian Sanchez7 days ago in Fiction
Fires of Adversity
Kathryn, Princess of Thuirene, rose early to enjoy the sunrise in peaceful solitude. As much solitude as a member of the royal family ever got, anyway. She’d have little enough of that in the coming days, that every moment without someone demanding her attention was a gift to be savoured.
By Natasja Rose7 days ago in Fiction
The Night the Princess Chose Love
The rain began the way secrets often do—softly, almost politely, as if asking permission to exist. Princess Seraphina noticed it first from her balcony, the way the lantern lights blurred and trembled as droplets fell. The palace behind her was alive with music and conversation, but she had slipped away again, drawn to the quiet pull of the night. Rain always made the world feel more honest. Less polished. More willing to confess.
By Zidane7 days ago in Fiction
The Table of Seven
The Table of Seven Eight-year-old Saif often wished he possessed a magical power—one that could instantly fulfill any desire he made. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, this wish never came true. He attempted many different ways to make his dreams a reality, but nothing worked. One day, while wandering toward the forest with these thoughts troubling his mind, Saif encountered something truly unexpected.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Fiction
The Golem
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ WRITER’S NOTE: The golem originates in Jewish folklore as a figure formed from clay and animated through sacred language. Created for necessity rather than companionship, the golem exists to protect, labor, and endure. They are believed to be emotionless.
By Jesse Lee8 days ago in Fiction
Manzoor: The Boy Who Healed Hearts.. AI-Generated.
When he was admitted to the hospital, his condition was very bad. On the first night he was kept only on oxygen. The nurse who was on duty thought that this new patient would die before morning. His pulse rate was uncertain. His body was soaked in sweat. Sometimes he lay on one side and sometimes on the other. When the restlessness increased, he would sit up and start taking long breaths. His color was yellow like a lump of turmeric. His eyes were sunken inward. The bridge of his nose was cold like a piece of ice. There was trembling over his whole body.
By Muhammad Haris khan 8 days ago in Fiction
Vision of Amaya. Content Warning.
Amaya woke suddenly, the ice cold grip of early morning air ripping her out of a nightmare. All was quiet. The sun had not yet bathed the hills in its light. The birds were silent, waiting for the sunlight to reach across the world and warm their feathers. Dawn was still a couple hours away.
By Madison "Maddy" Newton8 days ago in Fiction
“The Girl Who Broke Willowford”
It's currently the summer of 1955 my name is James Hale, I live in the small town of Willowford. I work at my local diner, taking the same customers every day, receiving the same meals and life is good. It feels like every week repeats but nobody questions it, that's just how life is in Willowford. There’s a comfort to the routine, a rhythm to the days that never changes. People wave the same way, smile the same way, live the same way. Maybe that’s why I’ve never questioned it — Willowford feels safe, even when it feels strange.
By Christian Sanchez8 days ago in Fiction
In Search for Romeo: Love Questing . Content Warning.
“You must not tell anyone, what I am about to tell you.” ― Maxine Hong Kingston, "The Woman Warrior" Those Daring, Dying, Flying Women: When Women Ruled the Earth
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS8 days ago in Fiction
Something is beginning….
Sure, I had been in many blockbuster hits. I was born, well, more poignantly and in exact terms, I was created in Hollywood’s image as I was forming in my mother’s womb.
By Melissa Ingoldsby8 days ago in Fiction
I met Her 4 Coffee
Jay hears the phone as he notices that Gemma’s phone was left with a note on top of it! The note read, “answer if you want to see her again!”
By Jay LeTron Dobbins8 days ago in Fiction