Love

Lifetimes . Content Warning.
Jimmy I watch her walk out the door as Mr. Author tell her, her time is up I drink in her image one last time because I know in my soul I won't see her again. She finally disappears from my view andI break down, my whole world began and ended all at once. I know sleep won't come to me tonight so I sit down in my cell until the sunlight shines through the window burning my tired eyes as I hear footsteps echoing off the walls as I straighten my spine to see Mr. Walker appear around the corner in full military uniform as he takes a deep breath like he wanted to steak his claim on all the oxygen in the room as he says Mr. Thomas, I stand in attention trying to act like none of my confidence has wavered as I say back Mr. Walker.
By cheyenne 10 days ago in Fiction
Someone Is Living My Life
Someone Is Living My Life He thought his account had been hacked. The truth was much worse. At 2:13 a.m., Daniel’s phone buzzed against the nightstand.
By Farooq Hashmi10 days ago in Fiction
The Overnight Bus Where a Random Man Explored Every Inch of Me in the Back Seat (True Story). Content Warning.
Hi… it’s me, Lila. Twenty-five, sitting here in my little apartment with the rain tapping the window, thighs pressed together just thinking about it. This is what really happened on that long, sweaty overnight bus from Toronto to Montreal last summer. I never thought I’d do this. But my body betrayed me the second the engine started rumbling, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
By Chahat Kaur11 days ago in Fiction
Kely, The Fool's Initiation
Marc had gone on a trip abroad, and I was enjoying a sunny afternoon by the pool. Sabine, a friend, was due to visit me during the day. A lovely creature with blue eyes capable of driving a man mad, mired in her misguided fidelity while her husband cheated on her shamelessly.
By CECILE HEBELLE11 days ago in Fiction
OLEKSANDR UND MAVRIN (Oleksandr and Mavrin)
The Russian artillery had been pounding for three days straight. By the fourth morning the field hospital was no longer behind Ukrainian lines. It was simply in Russian lines. The white flag that someone had tied to a broken antenna flapped uselessly in the cold wind like a dying bird. Soldiers in different uniforms now walked the corridors. Some still wore the pixelated Ukrainian pattern; most wore the green and brown of the Federation. No one quite knew who was prisoner and who was guard anymore. In war, the line between the two is always thinner than men admit.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR12 days ago in Fiction
she remembered the rain. Top Story - March 2026.
Before they departed for the funeral it rained, heavy drops lashing the rocky drive along the edges of the parked cars even as the sun shone eerily in the distance. As quickly as it began it stopped a few minutes later, the water that cascaded a few moments earlier down Young Street rising in curling waves of steam.
By John Cox12 days ago in Fiction
The Voice Note I Never Sent
The Voice Note I Never Sent She died that night… but somehow, she still heard everything I couldn’t say. The Voice Note I Never Sent
By Farooq Hashmi12 days ago in Fiction
To Bob: A Testament of Affection
Hi... My name iz Brad. I'mma cloze friend to da groom... although, surprize surprize! big guy! <aside> He didn't know I waz cummin' t'day.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡13 days ago in Fiction
The Last Message I Never Sent
I still remember the exact moment I typed it. The message. It was simple. Too simple for something that heavy. “Are you okay?”
By imtiazalam13 days ago in Fiction
He Texted Me After He Died
“Call me when you’re free.” It showed delivered, but never read. At first, I didn’t think much of it. He had a habit of disappearing for hours, sometimes even days. That was just who he was unpredictable, distant, complicated.
By Farooq Hashmi13 days ago in Fiction
Picnic
Family portraits line the spotless living room, smiling faces frozen in happier times, framed in gold and wood. On the surface, it’s picture-perfect harmony.
By Terrance D Waters14 days ago in Fiction
GRANDMA NELSON. Top Story - March 2026.
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton15 days ago in Fiction