Love

Tainted Love. Content Warning.
As Sarah walks away, she can’t help but feel an immense amount of guilt. She’s walking away from the person she loves, obviously she’s going to feel some amount of guilt, but the amount she is feeling is overwhelming, it takes over her. They were never meant to be together anyways, she shouldn’t feel this guilty. He’s the one that decided it was best to do this, Sarah never agreed, but he dragged her along anyway. I mean why would he try and get her drunk anyways, he knew that she used to be a raging alcoholic, and now she has been clean for a full year.
By 143Rosey2 months ago in Fiction
Friendship or Love?
Jolene and Scarlett had a unique friendship, they flirted with each other as they both found it fun and a way to pass the time. One day they decided to have a sleepover, and all was going well, they were having fun, laughing, flirting some, just having a grand old time. But then all of a sudden Jolene became very serious after a bit of flirting and decided to ask a question that would shake them and their friendship in more ways then either of them imagined.
By 143Rosey2 months ago in Fiction
The Silence After Goodbye
The goodbye itself was calm. Almost polite. No shouting. No tears. Just a sentence spoken carefully, like we were afraid it might break something fragile.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Keeping Hour
The Keeping Hour Every evening at 8:17, Miriam set the table for two. The time was not arbitrary. She had tried, once, to move it—8:15, then 8:20—but something in the apartment resisted. The kettle took longer to boil. The light above the sink flickered. Her own hands shook, as if she were attempting to write with the wrong name. At 8:17, everything settled. The air found its balance.
By Muhammad Irfan Afzal2 months ago in Fiction
She Still Says “I Love You” Every Night—Even After She Died
Love doesn’t always leave when the heart stops beating. By Anees Ul Ameen The last thing my wife said to me before she died was,
By anees2 months ago in Fiction
Tiger Feathers
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? Excerpt from ‘The Tyger’ by William Blake
By Stephanie Van Orman2 months ago in Fiction
Somewhere between you and me
"Why didn't you show up that night?" "I... umm" "What?" "Tell me please, I need to know." "Well it's kinda..." "I'm sorry."
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)3 months ago in Fiction
Memory Banks
"...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "...beep..." "Can you hear me?" "Yes...wh...where am I?" "You're home." "What is my name?"
By A. S. Lawrence3 months ago in Fiction
Before The Pizza Gets Cold. Content Warning.
“Pause… pause the film! That was the door.” “Good thing you heard, I wasn’t paying attention. Is it the pizza?” “’Course it’s the pizza, who else would it be at this time?”
By Megan Kingsbury3 months ago in Fiction
Another Day. Content Warning.
“I don’t listen to Demon Squirrel Usurpers anymore.” “No?” “They remind me of you.” “THANKS.” “Not like that. Just... painful. You know? Fresh.”
By Scott A. Vancil3 months ago in Fiction
Separate
"I'm leaving you." "What?" "I'm done. I just...I can't... I just can't do this anymore." "Do what?" "This." "You know I've only done what's best for you. I don't get where this is coming from."
By Reiley3 months ago in Fiction
Concerning Grapes and Humans
“LAAAWD, Digestive Issues! That woke me up from next-level sleep…Uuurrrgh…eww-wahhh!” “Promise to wake you better next time, Acid Reflux. Must’ve been the new casserole recipe.”
By The Dani Writer3 months ago in Fiction