Love
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 Hudson12 days 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 Gupta13 days 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 Wilson13 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 Dreayry13 days ago in Fiction
The Cartographer's Equation. AI-Generated.
Dr. Sana Okafor had spent three years mapping the erosion patterns of West Africa's coastline, and she'd learned one immutable truth: everything beautiful eventually disappears. She stood now in a cramped university office in Lisbon, staring at a whiteboard covered in someone else's mathematics, waiting for the colleague who'd accidentally been assigned her workspace.
By Alpha Cortex13 days ago in Fiction
