Love
A VAMPIRE'S LOVE
But it would walk beside me while I faced it. Elara left before dawn. There was no curse spoken, no dramatic farewell. Just a long look, heavy with all the lives we never got to live, and a whisper of “I hope you finally rest.” Then she turned toward the fragile sunrise, toward the ending she had always chosen. I watched until she was gone, and when the ache faded, I knew something important had changed.
By Vera Myles2 months ago in Fiction
A VAMPIRE'S LOVE
I was a vampire, trapped in a castle for three hundred years, until July 4, 2024. Stone walls memorized my footsteps. The chandeliers learned my silence. Seasons came and went like visitors who never knocked—snow frosting the windows, ivy crawling higher each century, the moon always faithful, always out of reach. I counted time by the cracks in the stone and the way my name echoed less each decade.
By Vera Myles2 months ago in Fiction
We Sat Upon the Couch. AI-Generated.
Some stories dazzle with drama and plot twists. Others sneak into your heart slowly, through ordinary moments that feel extraordinary in their simplicity. We Sat Upon the Couch, published on Vocal.Media, is one such story. It explores fear, empathy, vulnerability, and the unexpected bonds that form between two people.
By Ayesha Lashari2 months ago in Fiction
Love Between The Lines
Mila sat on the worn wooden bench at the edge of the park, her fingers tracing the grooves in the old book she carried everywhere. The sky was fading from gold to deep purple, the kind of color that made the city look soft, almost forgiving. Around her, kids were chasing each other, parents were packing up picnic blankets, and dogs tugged their owners toward the nearest trash can. But she barely noticed.
By Imran Pisani2 months ago in Fiction
FINDING LOVE ON THE MOUNTAINTOP
I began to notice the mountain everywhere. In the way you waited for me when I fell behind in conversation, letting me catch up instead of pulling ahead. In the way we stood together at kitchen windows during storms, saying nothing, knowing the same thought lived in both of us: we’ve weathered worse.
By Vera Myles2 months ago in Fiction
Finding love on the mountaintop
Vera Myles 2:45 PM (0 minutes ago) to me When the trailhead finally came into view, the world rushed back—cars, voices, the soft tyranny of schedules. I felt the familiar pinch of endings, that reflex to armor up before something good could leave. But you turned to me, eyes bright, unguarded.
By Vera Myles2 months ago in Fiction
