Romance
Whispers Between the Lines
Dear Thomas, This may come as a surprise, but I found myself compelled to write you after we exchanged addresses at the station. The day has passed, yet the moment we shared continues to echo in my mind, like the distant rumble of a train fading into the horizon.
By Sai Marie Johnson7 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter Two
Day by day, Khand felt the grip of his feelings loosening. He realized that, despite how present he had been, Yennia had never truly prioritized him. So, he began to live for himself. He went out more, laughed a little louder, and met new people. He started to feel a bit lighter. One evening, while hanging out with his brother and his brother's girlfriend, they mentioned a friend he should meet—Zahra. At first, Khand hesitated; his heart still felt the echoes of Yennia. But after some convincing and arm-twisting from the couple, he agreed. His brother's girlfriend reached out to Zahra on Khand's behalf, and they ended up talking on her phone. After a brief conversation, Khand gave her his number. Over the next few weeks, they talked and decided it was time to meet. Their introduction was effortless: they exchanged genuine smiles, engaged in easy conversation, and felt a spark of curiosity. In that moment, Khand realized he wasn't dwelling on his loss with Yennia; instead, he was captivated by the possibilities that lay ahead with Zahra. It felt as though this was the day they had both anticipated their whole lives, and from that moment on, the match was made—it was just the two of them. Meanwhile, Yennia's life was unraveling. The man she was so attached to was mistreating her more openly, and she had lost her job because of him. Her finances were dwindling, leaving her with just a few hundred dollars. In a familiar panic, she dialed Khand's number. He didn’t answer.
By Neshzivne Dadirri7 months ago in Chapters
“The Room with No Name”
She walked into the room like a question begging to be answered. Barefoot, half-robed, skin tasting of lavender and doubt. Her name was Elizabeth — soft lips, storm eyes, and a tension in her step that betrayed everything she tried to hide.
By Randolphe Tanoguem7 months ago in Chapters
Dating in the wild
I wake up before the alarm and check my phone to make sure I haven’t overslept. It always feels like I’ve been robbed of something precious when I wake before my allotted time. I dreamt about my kiss with Beatrice and felt the rough caress of the seam of my underwear as I began dry humping the mattress. I had to roll over to smooth the friction. I need to get up for work, but it’s hard to resist the urge to rub the length of the wooden pole I’ve erected beneath the sheets. I bite my lip and fist the duvet before yanking it away and swinging my legs, and my pole free of the makeshift tent, and make the mental note that now is not the time for urges.
By Simon George7 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter One
The story between Yennia and Khand is marked by emotional complexity and quiet heartbreak. What began as a friendship gradually evolved into a situationship characterized by one-sided devotion, blurred boundaries, and unspoken love that lingered for years. Khand's deep affection for Yennia was steady and unwavering, while Yennia leaned on him not out of romantic desire, but for comfort, support, and escape. This connection, both painful and persistent, revealed itself in cycles of closeness and distance, apologies and silence, always simmering beneath the surface of something that was almost, but never quite more.
By Neshzivne Dadirri7 months ago in Chapters
"The Vanishing Isle of Virelia: A Tale of Time, Memory, and the Sea"
Chapter One: Whispers of the Deep For centuries, the legend of Virelia haunted the northern coasts of Europe. Old sailors, drunk on rum and dread, told stories of an island that surfaced once every hundred years—perfectly formed, eerily silent, and unbound by the laws of nature. Most dismissed it as a myth, a maritime fable told to frighten young deckhands.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Chapters
Potty Powers
I wake up and roll over with a grunt, reaching for my phone on the side table. I know you’re supposed to let your eyes adjust to daylight before shoving a screen in your face, but I can’t help it. I check for notifications… There aren’t any. I open the dating app: no matches. I try to swipe, but I’m locked out until I am granted new swipes in twelve hours. I check the time, it’s 11 a.m. I haven’t slept this much since my depression.
By Simon George7 months ago in Chapters
The Perils Of A Long Distance Love
You tell each other you love each other on the phone, every time, but you always feel this will be the last time. You may only be separated by twenty feet of tarmac, just across the road, but it may as well be the distance between the poles.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Chapters
