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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 Bey2 days ago in Fiction
The Boston-Davos Five
The Boston-Davos Five (that's what the five of us call our little mini, unfunded, unofficial think tank) started meeting once a year after Davos. You know, the international conference on the environment. We were there three years ago, all of us grad students then, and we promised we would work together to make a difference. We aren't idealists, at least not completely. Pete's the most pragmatic, and also the quietest, V-necked sweater, glasses as thick as Coke bottles. He's a biology postdoc at MI-fricking-T.
By Paul A. Merkley2 days ago in Fiction
Babbling Dixie. Top Story - March 2026.
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 days 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 Bey2 days ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Collected Sunsets. AI-Generated.
Every evening, just before the sun disappeared behind the hills, a boy named Arman climbed the same small hill outside his town.
By Waleed khan2 days ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper - Epilogue. Content Warning.
The movie dropped in late spring here in Australia, which meant it was coming into winter for the northern-hemisphere countries – which were considered to be the main market, apparently – and for a while there, it felt like the whole world was watching us. Or more specifically, watching Charlie.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 days ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 7. Content Warning.
When Charlie stepped off the train that Friday evening – alone, as his father was staying in Sydney for business – I almost didn’t recognise him as he walked towards me, carrying his bag. He looked different, older somehow, especially with his hair specially styled for the role, his posture straighter. He looked, sharp, which was evident by the heads turning in his direction.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 days ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 6. Content Warning.
After that first performance, everything changed, everything just blew up around us. That first Friday night show was sold out, of course – as every opening night always seems to do – but there were seats available for the remaining five shows. The first of these was to be the following night, Saturday, then the following Friday and Saturday, then the Friday and Saturday after that. Six shows in all.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 days ago in Fiction
A Prince and his Pauper 5. Content Warning.
With summer rapidly approaching, so were the auditions for our school’s annual production, with Miss Carlton reminding Charlie every chance she got.
By Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters2 days ago in Fiction
The Digital Ghost
Have you ever noticed how the brightest screens leave the darkest shadows? We spend our lives building a digital monument to a person that doesn't actually exist. We have become a generation of ( Digital Ghosts) - haunting our own lives instead of living them. you check your phone to see if you're happy , but the screen only tells you if you're liked. Ask yourself: If you couldn't post about it... would you still be doing it?"
By Its_Shani 2 days ago in Fiction
What We Become
The sterile, metallic tang of an unknown room that has never known a breeze. The back of my tongue tastes of copper; a conductive zing that reminds me of licking pennies as a curious child.
By Tas The Artist 2 days ago in Fiction
Right Instead of Left. Content Warning.
Vera usually kept quiet, but tonight Marigold’s elaborate fantasy of metamorphism into a mosquito made her erupt with laughter. Marigold had been interned on Serapis for stealing and consuming nearly a gallon of O-positive from a blood bank on Earth.
By Bride of Sound2 days ago in Fiction