Love

Medea Gets Fleeced
Dear Medea, First, thank you for the sheep—I wouldn’t be where I am today without them. However, you betrayed your father and brother so I might have them, and, well, having forsaken them, you sort of screwed me out of your dowry. Also, how can I have faith in your loyalty? What if Odysseus sailed past and you fell in love with him, betraying me? I don’t have room for that kind of doubt in my life.
By Harper Lewis45 minutes ago in Fiction
My Wife of Bath...
Note: if you do not know much about the Wife of Bath, or this Challenge, watch the above video, and look at the link below. I have decided that since this is a letter, I am going to keep it brief.
By Kendall Defoe about 5 hours ago in Fiction
THE SILENT AFFAIR: A LOVE WRITTEN IN BLOOD
"They say some secrets are meant to be buried, but some secrets refuse to stay in the grave. In the winter of 1912, inside a locked drawer of a decaying mansion, a letter was found. It wasn't a letter of business or family. It was a letter of fire—a forbidden confession of a love that was never supposed to exist. A love that was as beautiful as it was lethal."
By Its_Shani about 7 hours ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umairabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Star light
It was a winter night magic left her finger tips, it moved in the sky and connect with the stars. Star light was a Native American girl who had magic powers. She had the ability to speak life in the universe and when someone with a pure heart wished upon a star the wish will be granted. Starlight was gifted, she had a kind heart and she was the most beautiful woman in their town. It was a rural area they still lived in tents and very old houses, made out of sand. Starlight had a kind heart and she was loved by everyone in her community. She was a special teenage girl. Although she had great beauty she was still a child, she was eighteen years of age. She was living with her parents and was the only child. So naturally her parents were very protective over her because of her beauty and the special magical gift she had.
By Miss Beyabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
A love I lost
We pour our souls into love only to lose it in the end. Some people are lucky enough to find genuine and real love; sadly, I am not one of them. I find love only to lose it. I found him and lost him. I loved him, then hated him. He made me happy. I thought I was the luckiest woman to have him in my life. I thought he was a gift from God. My joy turned into pain. He disappointed me and broke my heart over and over again until I stopped loving him. My happiness came to an end. We broke up eventually. We both stopped fighting for the love we had. Our love was not enough to keep us together.
By Miss Beyabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
The queen of the night
Justin was one of the vampires in his father Edward’s vampire clan. His father was the king of the vampires, and Justin was expected to take over as the new king. Edward was ready to retire from ruling and wanted to settle down somewhere peaceful with his wife, Justin’s mother. He longed to live a normal vampire life outside of the clan—just to be a regular vampire living for himself.
By Miss Beyabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
That's the Kind of Friend He Is
Awright, as most a yee ken, Ahm Tam — the best man an' wan a Frankie's auldest pals. We've been through a load a shite the years.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Fiction
A Fucked-Up Wedding Toast - 3
Hi everyone. I’m Daniel from accounting. Mark and I worked together for six years, which is long enough to learn a lot about someone. Like how he drinks his coffee, the songs he hums when he thinks no one's listening, or the way he pushes his luxurious hair back from his eyes. And the fact that he once said he hoped to find someone “kind, patient, and steady.”
By Lana V Lynx2 days ago in Fiction
ME VS ME: THE PHANTOM IN THE GLASS
For a very long time, I lived with a phantom. It wasn’t the kind of spirit that rattles chains or hides in the cold corners of an abandoned house. Those kinds of ghosts are easy to understand. The phantom that haunted me was quiet, highly intelligent, and deeply intertwined with my own thoughts. And the most terrifying part was that it lived right under my skin.
By Wellova 2 days ago in Fiction
Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 days ago in Fiction
The Morning My Reflection Disappeared
I thought it was just another Saturday. Alarm at 7:00 a.m., the tail end of some weird dream I’d already forgotten, and that familiar battle between “I could sleep more” and “I’ll hate Monday if I do.” I stuck to the plan, got up, stretched, and let the sunlight hit my face like it always does on weekends.
By abualyaanart4 days ago in Fiction