Love
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
finding love on the mountain top
The mountain didn't look like a place where love would happen, It looked sharp and aloof, a spine of stone rising out of the morning fog, more interested in the weather than in people. I climb it for quiet. For the distance. For the simple, selfish wish to feel small enough that my thoughts would finally stop shouting.
By Vera Myles2 months ago in Fiction
Feelings Never Die. Top Story - February 2026.
It is Valentine's Day again, and it bought back memories that were over fifty years old. It bought me back to 1971, and I woke up and I knew my baby was due today. I was big and pregnant, and I felt like I was about to burst wide open. Imagine my surprise when the doctor told my I had a due date of February 14. I couldn't believe it, and since my baby was due today, I felt I could indulge myself a bit. I had gained a lot of weight, and chocolate was on the no-no list, but I had came to the end of this pregnancy, and I hoped it would be okay, after all I would deliver this baby today. So I walked across the street to the grocery story, and bought myself, a peppermint patty, covered in chocolate, my favorite. Me and my Valentine's baby would enjoy it together.
By Susan Payton2 months ago in Fiction
Another one
A soft melody flows from my turntable and fills the living room, bathed in amber light. Sitting on the couch, a glass of rum in hand, I slip into an almost meditative state. The sound, slightly rough in texture, like a fire crackling in the fireplace, carries me far away: beyond my daily worries, beyond the image of my mother that has haunted me for the past fifteen years.
By Anastasia Tsarkova2 months ago in Fiction
