Love

The Burned Pot. AI-Generated.
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 3 days ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Paid for My Groceries and Changed My Future
I was standing in line at the grocery store, counting coins in my palm like they might magically multiply if I believed hard enough.
By Omid khan3 days ago in Fiction
CNA's
What is a CNA? A Certified Nursing Assistant is the official name. A CNA is not someone who is a glorified butt-wiper as they say. A CNA is someone who cares for you or your loved ones. Yes, they do wipe butts, but the list is so extensively more. They are someone who becomes family because they are with you most days. They listen to your stories and hold you through your tears. A CNA gets you up every morning with a smile on their face even though they may be having a challenging time themselves. They help you to make your hair into that perfect french braid you love so much. That CNA will trim your beard or shave your face. They will shower you with precision, wash everything even in between the toes, and will lotion you everywhere, but not between the toes. They will help feed you even when you cannot hold spoons and forks properly anymore. They will help you walk because you are now unsteady on your feet. A CNA will be able to tell you your favorite game show, football team, or even that you will not eat any food if it is touching. They will check you when you are incontinent with urine or BM and you have to wear depends to protect you. They will notice when you start to develop bed sores or a rash. You will have to take vitals which usually consist of temperature, blood pressure, O2 (oxygen), respirations (breathing), HR (heart rate), and the map of the blood pressure for the hospital.
By Tabitha Hinkley3 days ago in Fiction
Salvage, Crime, and a Smile to Die For
Working salvage is the worst job for meeting people. We don full body environsuits, usually the clunkiest, oldest ones that could make a bodybuilder look like a sack of potatoes. What it does to ordinarily built people like myself is even worse.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA3 days ago in Fiction
The Third Teacup . AI-Generated.
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 3 days ago in Fiction
The Course of True Love
For months I have admired you from afar. Across the office floor, I drink in every detail of you as if you are a rich red wine. I dream of the life we could have together. I picture our first date, the wedding that will follow, our house, even the children we will have. A boy and a girl, one for me and one for you.
By Sebastian Swift3 days ago in Fiction
I met Her 4 Coffee
Ring shopping was very exhausting and long for Jay and Gemma. She was pleased with the selection. She did not care about the price or the cut, Gemma knew that she has the company of a man that truly values her and desires her best interests in the center of his heart. “We should celebrate instead of staying in tonight!” Jay said with a smile on his face.
By Jay LeTron Dobbins3 days ago in Fiction
Don't Forget About Me
I used to think love arrived in loud moments, fireworks, confessions, and big scenes. But ours didn’t start like that. It started quietly, long before I ever understood what she meant to me.
By Christian Sanchez3 days ago in Fiction
One More Day?
One more day? That's all we have left, one more day 24 hours, 1,400 minutes, 86,400 seconds. I pick you up in my black truck, the same one I will leave you behind in. I pick you up at 8, as we ride to our favorite spot like nothing changed between us, like everything is normal and for today it is. We get a table and sit down, we order our favorite foods, drinks, and appetizers. You sit there beside me with admiration on your face, your blonde hair like the sun in the dark. We drink and eat till our stomachs can't take any more, and then we eat some more. We go down to the dance floor, and dance our hearts out even though both of us have no rhythm. We go to the arcade next door and play games until our thumbs are blue. I win you a stuffed animal, a giraffe your favorite. The pure look of happiness and you squeeze into your new toy, is enough to make me happy for life. You give me a slight kiss on the cheek and lips as you thank me for the giraffe over and over. We then turn in our tickets at the front and she gets me my own toy giraffe. “For we can match”, she says. I take it from her with a grateful smile, knowing this could be the last gift I ever get from you.
By Christian Sanchez4 days ago in Fiction
Rabid Devotion
The bed quaked with each heartbeat. Rope burns covered my wrists and ankles. My warm breath created a cloud into the cold bedroom air. And she stood right outside.
By Jax Wolf4 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 Cadma4 days ago in Fiction
Time of the Month. Content Warning.
"Elsie, did you hear me?" The young woman's blonde head snapped up with a jolt, blinking at her Life Partner. Frankly, she hadn't been paying attention to a word he'd said. Not since they'd woken up that morning. That awful, long-dreaded morning, which had come far too soon.
By Natalie Gray4 days ago in Fiction