Love

Happy Valentimes. Content Warning.
"Happy Valentimes, Daddy! Happy Valentimes!" His chubby cheeks and brown eyes beamed with excitement as he shoved a homemade card and gift into my hands as I walked through the door after a trying day at work.
By Mack D. Ames2 months ago in Fiction
Saviour Complex
I hate my life. I pretend I don’t; try desperately to convince myself that I'm grateful and happy to be alive. By all measures, my life is wonderful.
By Alexa2 months ago in Fiction
My Dad George Hurst
I got my story in a magazine; it was about my dad, George Hurst. He was the best dad in the world. He loved his family and raised his children while my mum was always ill with her nerves. He cooked, cleaned, and worked down the coal mine. My dad was like me: always happy and helping others, but usually taken for granted, too.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Fiction
FUZZY BEAR
*Fuzzy Bear: A Hug You Can Trust* In a cozy little forest surrounded by tall trees, colorful flowers, and chirping birds, lived a teddy bear named *Fuzzy*. Fuzzy wasn’t like other bears—he wasn’t wild or loud. In fact, he wasn’t even real. He was a soft, stuffed bear with button eyes, stitched paws, and golden brown fur that was always warm, no matter how cold the night was.
By Ibrahim Shah 2 months ago in Fiction
Hey, Doll
"Hey Doll, open your eyes.” Barnaby’s house was not new to Marion, but it was still a nice gesture that he would carry her over the threshold. She could see it now, for the first time, as their home. He set her gently down on the floor and, locked in a tight embrace, they kissed. Before long they had moved to the bedroom to consummate the marriage.
By Amos Glade2 months ago in Fiction
Roses and Raven Feathers
With labored breaths — lumbering along the path of fallen leaves — he pushed on. After many long days of wandering, hunger and loneliness were finally taking their toll. Benny Jetso hadn’t seen one sign of what been looking for, but that wasn’t going to stop him searching.
By Gabriel Shames2 months ago in Fiction
Dust, Rust, & the Sifting Sand Blues
Dust, Rust, & the Sifting Sand Blues "It’s not about losing; it’s about the sovereign act of starting again." This visual album is a 26-year "blues scheme" finally brought to life. I first built these dreams in a sandbox back in 2000, but it took two decades of sifting through the dust of the river and the rust of the city to truly hear the melody.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Fiction
The move
A flash of lightning suddenly lights up the dark and lifeless room. It’s quickly followed by the sound of thunder, which vibrates throughout the mundane walls. The solitary window seems impenetrable yet shutters at the gusts of wind which come with the brewing storm. A thin shy girl looks around the four plain walls in despair, wiping away a solitary tear as her long dark hair blows across her face. As if moving through cement she drags her feet closer to the slightly opened window and peers outside. The floor below seems thousands of feet away and she becomes mesmerized by the distance.
By Marty AM2 months ago in Fiction
I Was Your Passport
I Was You Passport I chose you over my mother and father. I chose you over my brothers and sisters. I gave my everything to you.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Fiction
What We Lost in Winter
The night Liang Jie left, the city was covered in snow. Not the soft kind. The kind that turns sharp at the edges and makes everything look cleaner than it really is.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
What's in a ring?
She insisted that she wanted to be "married". I loved her, so I obliged. I gave her the diamond ring, the most expensive item I'd ever bought, on one knee, in a pose of loving submission.
By A. S. Lawrence2 months ago in Fiction
When Love Feels Right, Why Worry Why? . Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
I always gather all the components well in advance of Valentines Day. Last Spring, for the three-day Memorial Day weekend, I surprised Cleo with a trip to Chicago. I rented a room with a hot tub at the Park Hyatt. We did all her favorite things-- the museums, a play at the Cadillac Palace Theatre, dinner and drinks at Sweetwater Tavern & Grille.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 months ago in Fiction