Love
141 The Persistence of Memory
His love, outside of time, beyond the illusion of forever, was immemorial as it was eternal. Long before the human genome had been discovered and deciphered in cold, impersonal laboratories, his epigenetics had been warmly at work, laying down inheritable sentiments for his progeny. He built up a latticework of devotion to her where natural selection had no relevance.
Gerard DiLeoPublished a day ago in FictionWinter
Does It have Pockets is a fantastic online literary magazine which gave me so much support when I submitted 'Winter' a piece about my favourite character out of those I have created - Winter Williams/Winta Wicks. This piece was published in their April edition along with some incredible writers. It is one of the first pieces I have been paid for. You can find it on https://www.doesithavepockets.com/fiction/alyson-smith . I recommend submitting to this magazine, they were so encouraging and supportive.
Alyson SmithPublished a day ago in FictionWyatt and Jesse
In the vast expanse of the Texan plains, where the sky stretches endlessly and the winds whisper secrets through the rugged canyons, there lived two best friends, Wyatt and Jesse. They were more than just friends; they were brothers of the soul, bound by a love for adventure, freedom, and the open range.
Ekombe hauPublished 2 days ago in FictionEchoes of Eternity
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amid rolling hills and whispering pines, there existed a love that defied time itself. It began in the summer of 1995, amidst the golden haze of youth and innocence. Liam and Evelyn, two souls destined to intertwine, met beneath the ancient oak tree in the town square.
Ekombe hauPublished 2 days ago in FictionLilith's Blessing 1
The sun shone on the expedition as the ladies fanned out and gathered material. Their three-month expedition, close to its finale. The women enjoyed the sun as much as possible. They gathered under a tree and ate lunch while two massive bald women protected them from any danger, with their axe like spears. Their dark facial tattoos stretched over their eyes and down their cheeks, but mismatched their pale skin.
Travis J. H.Published 2 days ago in FictionThe shattered mirror
### The Shattered Mirror Once, in the quaint town of Alderwood, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, lived two childhood friends, Clara and James. Their bond was one forged in the fires of shared dreams and endless adventures, a friendship that seemed unbreakable to those who witnessed it.
Reader And ExplainerPublished 2 days ago in FictionThe secret place
In the quaint village of Eldoria, nestled between rolling hills and ancient forests, tales of a secret place had been passed down through generations. The villagers spoke of it in hushed tones, weaving stories of magic and wonder that filled the minds of children with dreams and the hearts of adults with a flicker of nostalgia for the unknown.
Reader And ExplainerPublished 2 days ago in FictionCity Love Story
Emily and Fernando lived in a busy city. They loved each other very much, but their relationship had been difficult at times. Emily sometimes felt like she was losing herself, but she still hoped things would get better.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 2 days ago in FictionBare Love
A harp cries its chords, plucking a bittersweet melody. It twangs my heart strings, unleashing their ache across the wide abyss. It is the lingering tune of a love’s flame, which once burned brightly in this small, tight space.
Susan MarshallPublished 2 days ago in Fictionlove my mystery queen
There’s something about rainy days that makes the world seem a little more magical, a little more mysterious. I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop, staring out the window at the raindrops racing each other down the glass, when she walked in. I didn't notice her at first, not until she ordered a cappuccino with a dash of cinnamon—my favorite. That’s when I looked up and saw her.
Jon_ channelPublished 3 days ago in FictionLeonie's Heart of Darkness
"Carnal desire mixed with dark and depraved inhibitions coursed through his veins as he grew bolder, waiting impatiently to release his magic on her. Knowing she didn't matter to him, he ignored her fears. A prop. That's all she was. Her innocence; irrelevant. Leonie. Sweet little Leonie was nothing more than a prop in his play, and he forgot all about her while he prepared the final potions." King Stefan, the Darkness ~ An excerpt from Chapter 1 ~ The Banishment ~ The Origins of Darkness
KA StefanaPublished 3 days ago in FictionA portrait of a death love.
Holly stared at the canvas laying opposite to her on her room. On it, a portrait had been painted by her, but now it seemed so...pointless.
Shiro_KamiPublished 3 days ago in Fiction