“It's so peaceful here! It's as if the world has forgotten about us!” “And we owe it a debt of gratitude for that!” Nate nodded toward the darkening edge of the sky. “Looks like someone nevertheless remembers us after all... Look at what's coming from the horizon.” She followed his gaze and frowned slightly. ”Those are not just regular but storm clouds, right?” “You're not mistaken: that is them!.. Very soon, and perhaps even sooner than we expect, a serious storm will break out somewhere nearby.”

You don’t understand,” Daniel rasped, pulling away, but not letting go. “I do,” Noah said, voice steady. His hand cupped Daniel’s cheek, gentle, certain. “You’re scared. But I’m still here.” Daniel’s breath hitched. He wanted to deny it—to push Noah away like always. But Noah’s touch was an anchor, and Daniel was tired of drowning. For once, he didn’t run.

Hawthorn is faced with a difficult decision, continue the life she’s lived or welcome a new one with hopes of a brighter future.

While they waited at the counter, she took a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket, smoothed it out, and folded it neatly in half. It looked to him like a list. However, the woman clearly wasn't trying to make it easy for him to guess what she was doing, so it wasn't difficult to guess wrong. He watched her hands spellbound, like someone watching a magician working exclusively in close-up. Folding the sheet in half, Silvana paused before returning the sheet of paper to her pocket. It was as if she didn't want to part with it. “What is it?“ Daniel asked. “Nothing you need to worry about.” He didn't like to pry where he wasn't wanted, although curiosity stirred in his chest.

“You think too highly of us! We won't make it to harvest time!” she said, laughing and nodding toward the fragile green shoots. Jacob looked up, squinting in the late sun. His face was damp with sweat, but he was smiling anyway - a crooked smile that made her heart beat faster. “I think so!” - he laughed in exchange. “And what about them?” She pointed to the tiny green pea vines. Judging by their appearance, they would clearly be difficult to use as examples of resilience.

Their strange story was woven from unspoken words, stolen glances, and silently rejected hints. Considering their somewhat formal relationship, it was difficult to call them lovers, but sometimes, late at night, when the world outside seemed increasingly blinded and deafened by the rain, the two could be seen together. In the tiny workshop, filled with the mesmerizing ticking of clocks, they became different people. Perhaps themselves? Continuing to look up at him, she asked: “Have you ever wondered why I always come back to you?” Darren hesitated, looking at his reflection in the time-worn polish on the brass surface of the clock. It hung in front of him on the wall. “Maybe you, like a clock, need to be repaired from time to time?” he asked quietly. ”And you understand, of course, that no one can do that job better than me...”

There were so many questions I wanted to ask her. Who are you? Why are we here? What is your name? Why don't you remember your past? How did we get here? But I remained silent. There was no point, she couldn't hear me.

I can't stand seeing her with him. I love her. Maybe that's the reason Anna killed me. Because she loved me. That day… It's something I can never forget.

In the sultry heat of 1930s New Orleans, a forbidden love blossoms between Zora, a Black seamstress with a soulful voice, and Thomas, a white trumpet player from a privileged background. Their secret romance ignites in the smoky jazz clubs of the Black circuit. But when their affair is exposed, a brutal attack forces Zora to flee to pursue her singing dreams. Heartbroken, Thomas eventually leaves too, his path diverging. Will the currents of fate ever bring these star-crossed lovers back together?

This is for you. You know who. Who will be. Be so true. True is; Love. Love that I have. Have to give; Give you everything, Everything Because. Because I Can.

Hawthorn, a vibrant yet standoffish young woman has met life every way she could. Having traveled across the country more times than she can count, there’s nothing that brings Hawthorn down or stands in her way. Whether she’s facing rabid wolves, unhinged thieves, Elves anxious to mate, or an Orc preparing for battle, Hawthorn has seen it all and survived it too. Now it’s time for her to take on another challenge, and she’s up for the battle. Kahwen is strong, and level headed but stubborn as a bull. A high warrior of her horde, Kahwen is familiar with both battle and pain, but the heady female Orc is hardly familiar with failure, after all, failure wasn’t an option, no matter the challenge.

HEARTS ON CAMERA: The story of how 2 boys fell in love after an experiment gone right. Felix, the mastermind behind the whole experiment comes up with it all leaving his best friend Blake to be the poor lab rat, but this time isn't like before, this experiment is different, like it's explained by Felix, this is "The proximity breeds fondness theory" A theory they use to determine if being in a relationship alone can lead to genuine feelings of attraction.

As she rounded the corner, she looked up from her downward gaze startled by a motion out of the corner of her eye. A man stood there, leaning with his back against the house, his knee bent upward with his foot against the wall. He looked as startled as shel. She did not recognize him, and overcome by a sudden rush of fear, she turned and began to move back towards the entry to the house. "No, Madeline, don't," she heard a soft, masculine voice. She stopped and froze, her hand shaking. He knew her name. She was afraid to turn around. Afraid she didn't know him. Afraid she did….or was supposed to. When she did turn around, he had moved a few steps from the wall of the house and was looking at her anxiously. She took a deep breath and asked, "Are you Anthony?"

They built their love like a fortress—cold, impenetrable, and carved from ambition. Ethan whispered promises between wire transfers; Marissa kissed him with lips that had negotiated billion-dollar frauds. But love, like crime, demands loyalty. And when Ethan fell for the intern with soft eyes and clean hands, the empire cracked. The moment he planned to run, Marissa made her own plans—quieter, deadlier. When they found his body, it wasn’t the blood that shocked them. It was the ring missing from his finger. In love and crime, there are no survivors—only the ones smart enough to disappear.

Follow Rook and Inara in this short story shadowing a deeper future. Learn about who they are and who they wish to be and ready yourself for a bumpy ride following the two best friends in a longer story to be titled “Where It’s Going” and its sequel “How It Ended”.

Emma is grieving the loss of her best friend, Smith, and struggling with guilt, isolation, and painful memories as a new school year begins. Tormented by classmate Kyle, who shares a mysterious connection to Smith, Emma feels emotionally numb despite her friends’ support. A traumatic confrontation with Kyle pushes her to a breaking point, but a surprising encounter at a party sparks an unexpected connection between them. When they’re trapped together during a police raid, painful truths surface, yet a fragile understanding grows. As Emma navigates grief and conflicting emotions, she questions whether healing and forgiveness can come from the last person she expected.

I worked the evening, serving the other patrons without paying too much attention to the blue-eyed human at the end of the bar...

I was fresh out of high school, a thin "grungy" girl who loved her green 16-hole Doc Martens, baggy jeans, and short bleached blonde hair, (which some thought looked like Michelle Pfeiffer). The year is 1996, it's summer and I'm free to do whatever I please, before my freshman year of college.

How I met Roman, How we became a weird couple. I’m not lucky at all, he’s a demon from hell I really regret meeting him.

Nick moves into a new apartment and starts a journal of his new life. He finds there are a lot of attractive women in town, which one will he choose? 3000 words