Love
Chicken Soup of the Heart
She was finally asleep. He leapt into action. The flame on the oven went on immediately. He started boiling the chicken broth. He opened up the chicken breasts and plopped them into the broth. Three days ago, she had caught a cold and had never let it go. He chopped up the vegetables, starting with the carrots, moving on to the celery, and even an onion or two. They had tried the Nyquil, the Dayquil, all the quils, all to no effect. He minced parsley and added it, with the vegetables, to the soup. She slept a lot, thankfully, but still retained the temperature.
By Jamais Jochim2 months ago in Fiction
The night everything changed. Content Warning.
As soon as I saw it, I knew what needed to be done. I left without a second thought. I ran straight into the pouring rain and was soaked within seconds. I shivered and pulled my cloak tighter, but the buttons were broken and I couldn’t close it properly. One was missing, and the rest hung from loose threads. A cold draft slipped through, the wind flowing freely.
By Minou J. Linde2 months ago in Fiction
Performative Ritual. Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
He has certain expectations for the women in his life. Her closet represents many of them; only whores show their shoulders or their knees. Skirts must be long. Tank tops are simply for other people. People who aren’t them. People who aren’t decent like they are.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA2 months ago in Fiction
Four
… After kissing Victoire goodbye and leaving her in the middle of the night street, Romain and I enter his building and climb up to the fourth floor. Incidentally, I live on the fourth floor too. So does Victoire. As it happens, most of my friends have ended up on this floor, without meaning to. Is there something magical about this even natural number? One, two, three, four.
By Anastasia Tsarkova2 months ago in Fiction
“Marry, and Become a Philosopher or a Happy Man”: Exploring Socrates’ Timeless Wisdom. AI-Generated.
Socrates, the ancient Greek philosopher who famously declared that “the unexamined life is not worth living,” had a unique way of blending humor with profound insight. One of his lesser-discussed, yet strikingly witty quotes goes:
By Ayesha Lashari2 months ago in Fiction
One Night
Rain pelted the window. Jessica Spring sighed. She heard a knock on the door. She answered and met the most gorgeous man she ever met in her life. He wore a white suit with a red shirt underneath. His white tie contrasted nicely with the vibrant red shirt.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Fiction
Platform 4
She was with Lucas, the love of her life, and they were going to their last date, at a motel. After this, they were finally going to get married. At night, the train station felt like a threshold between worlds. There was a cool breeze which carried the calming scent of lavender. “I wish this feeling would never end”, said Lucas with a content expression. Maxine had one too. She was happy, an emotion she felt only when she was around him. That emotion, however, led to a series of events. As she happily twirled, carefree and on top of the world, she slid off the edge of the platform, landing harshly on the tracks.
By Ankitaa Arun💕2 months ago in Fiction
Celebration of Life. Content Warning.
A little boy died at the age of 9 and a young woman at 19. Both of these babies came from the same family, and both of these babies are grieved by many of the same people. One little boy passed in a car accident and one young woman who passed when she was hit by a train. Every year passes without them there through the holidays, their birthdays, special events, and of course their death-day. Every year we remember when they die because the event is etched into our souls. Every year we try to keep living without grief taking complete control. These two children from the same family who died 10 years apart never to be forgotten.
By Tabitha Hinkley2 months ago in Fiction
The Valentine’s Feast. Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
Corinne arrived at 8 p.m. sharp with her wicker picnic basket. She spread her patchwork quilt across the frozen ground, sat down cross-legged, and began to unload the contents of the basket onto the quilt between them.
By Bride of Sound2 months ago in Fiction
The Question of Breakfast . Content Warning.
The Question of Breakfast The kettle whistled, the low, polite sound it made every time the cycle completed. Tea was every afternoon at four. George didn’t have to look at the clock. The television paced their days. The advert breaks gave him just enough time to put the kettle on. The steam hitting the tile was his reminder, like a trusty timepiece.
By Claire McAllen2 months ago in Fiction
What Easter Really Means
What Easter Really Means Easter is one of the most important holidays in Christianity, observed by millions of people around the world. It celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ, which Christians believe occurred three days after his crucifixion. This event is the cornerstone of the Christian faith, representing hope, renewal, and the promise of eternal life. For believers, Easter is a time to reflect on the significance of Jesus’ life, his sacrifice, and the victory over death that his resurrection represents.
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Fiction
