Love
Happy Birthday To Me 5th March Top Story
Here’s to tomorrow. My birthday. March 5th. Another year older, another year alive, another year of stories, laughter, chaos, and love. I love my family, the ones who make the noise bearable, the hugs unforgettable, the memories sticky like honey on your fingers.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Fiction
One Table With The Wifem One Bar With Lads
One Table With The Wifem One Bar With Lads They sat across from each other in the low gold light of a Thursday evening. Two men who had known each other since their voices were breaking and their chins were bare. The pub was loud but not wild yet. The kind of noise that carries laughter and old stories without asking for trouble. Tom lifted his pint and said, answer me straight. If you had one free night, no work tomorrow, no excuses, would you book a quiet dinner with your lady, candlelight, clean shirt, proper conversation, or would you come here, shoulder to shoulder with the lads, and drink until the stories turn reckless. No middle ground.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Gardens of Eternity
I closed my eyes and let my heart drift into a place I had never seen but always longed for. The weight of this world — the pain, the loss, the endless nights of sorrow — seemed to vanish with every breath. Somewhere beyond the clouds, beyond time itself, lay a place the Quran calls Jannah, the ultimate abode of peace, beauty, and eternal joy. And in that fleeting moment, I could almost feel it.
By imtiazalamabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
The Room Still Smells Like You: Letting Go After Heartbreak
It had been three months since he left, three months since the door clicked shut behind him for the last time. And yet, the apartment still smelled like him—cologne, faintly floral, a trace of coffee and early morning sunlight. She breathed it in, each inhalation a knife pressed gently against her chest.
By Ihsanullahabout 6 hours ago in Fiction
A Pair Of Lips Will Say Anything
It’s just before 8:30 am. The new/young mom, Tamia promised Samantha and James she’d have Brailey to their house already. She made a rule for herself from the moment of her daughter’s birth: not to rush. She arrives at their home with the baby in tow. They were used to the little one. At the same time, Brailey was still getting used to the young couple. James begins a roll-call of all the things in her diaper bag. Ensuring everything was accounted for. While he is doing that Sam is keeping Bray entertained. In hopes, Mommy can sneak out the door undetected. James reassures Tamia that her precious cargo is in excellent hands. The young Mom, backs out of the driveway realizing she forgot, to leave the car seat. She sits it just inside the door, without either of them noticing.
By Jacqueline Elaine Hudsonabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
Johnny on the Spot (But I’m the One Who Saw It Coming)
I’m the kind of woman who doesn’t fade into the wallpaper. I’m no dangerous siren with a vial of venom tucked into my handbag or scandal stitched into my stockings. But I do carry a certain gravity. The kind that shifts the air when I walk in. The kind that feels a storm brewing long before the first thunderclap.
By Gaurav Guptaa day ago in Fiction
The Potty Stick
Elijah woke up before the sun, which was strange, because Eli was only two and usually only woke up when something loud or bright or sticky told him to. But this morning his eyes popped open all by themselves. His room was still dark-blue and soft, with Super Mario everywhere. There was a poster of Mario jumping on the wall, little Mario's racing on his blanket, and even a Mario smiling from the nightlight like a tiny glowing coin. Nothing about his room looked different... but something felt different.
By Sara Wilson2 days ago in Fiction
The Blue Circle of Love. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Drop The cargo plane flew low over Erangel, growling like an old beast forced to keep flying long after it should have retired. Cabin lights trembled, reflecting off helmets and tactical vests. Some passengers sat in silence. Some stared blankly at the steel floor. Others studied folded maps they already knew by memory. Just another online game with the same play and the same vibe, but way too advance like and online game app. But today something really is different, something that could shake the entire game platform.
By Luke Dreayry2 days ago in Fiction
