Love

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 Hashmiabout 5 hours 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 Kaurabout 19 hours 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 HEBELLEa day ago in Fiction
My Oasis
I ran my fingers through my hair. The drinks were slowly taking over; I grasped the railings of the balcony and stood still; or so I thought. She walked over to me, watching me sway like a cosmos in the wind. She was something I couldn't make sense of, until recently.
By Rushali Prasada day ago in Fiction
Wherever I Go
In the grass laid out across the hills that pass by Amidst the crowd of a million faces In the rustling leaves on a windy morning
By Rushali Prasada day ago in Fiction
A Falling Leaf
A blinding mist that rises so high up, the setting sun soaks and drowns in it's depths. From where I fluttered in the warm summer breeze, I have always admired it; the magnificence it holds, the sheer glory of covering up an expanse of the land.
By Rushali Prasada day 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 SUPERSTARa day 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 Coxa day 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 Hashmi2 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 ⚡3 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 imtiazalam3 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 Hashmi3 days ago in Fiction