Short Story
Someone Keeps Swiping Right on My Dating Profile
I downloaded the dating app two weeks after Valentine’s Day. Not because I was ready to date again. Mostly because my friends wouldn’t stop telling me to “get back out there.” My last relationship ended badly, and February had been miserable enough already.
By V-Ink Stories29 minutes ago in Fiction
My Girlfriend Wants My Heart for Valentine’s Day
When my girlfriend first said she wanted my heart forever, I laughed. It was Valentine’s season, and she’d been in that overly romantic mood all week—pink candles, heart-shaped cookies, cheesy love songs playing in the apartment while she cooked dinner.
By V-Ink Stories43 minutes ago in Fiction
The Last Round Before Sunrise
The group had been bar-hopping since early evening. St. Patrick’s Day had turned the whole downtown area into a blur of green shirts, plastic shamrocks, and loud music pouring from every open doorway. By midnight, most of the popular bars were packed shoulder-to-shoulder.
By V-Ink Stories44 minutes ago in Fiction
The Myth: Work Hard, Play Hard.
"All work and no play makes Jake a dull boy." When they first met, Sara, had enchanted Jake with her philosophy of work hard and play hard. When they started dating, both were full into studying to gain rank in their undergraduate courses. Work hard, play hard seemed the perfect formula for having the best of a full life. They would spend evenings at the library carrels and then party hardy at least once or twice a week.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
L' Avis d'Gwendydd
Gwendydd walked among her orchard, a crown of apple blossoms in her hair. The trees stretched their branches to the spring sun and danced in the breeze. She breathed in their heady perfume as she wandered the dark, tilled earth. The promised harvest loomed pleasantly in her thoughts, and the cares of the world were far beyond her concern.
By M. A. Mehan about 3 hours ago in Fiction
The Ice Slick: An Apology
Dear Montréal, Well, this has been a fun two days. Ha, ha. Sorry, I am not well-known for my sense of humour. Often I have been told that I should mind my own business and know my place. Offensive, yes, but I can understand the sentiment. But I needed to vent a little before the season was over. I often feel that you do not appreciate what I give you every summer, and that winter is the price you gotta pay.
By Kendall Defoe about 7 hours ago in Fiction
Talking Through the Grapevine
Theseus sighed as he picked up a stone and threw it into the ocean. Usually, he would be able to make it skip for at least ten times, even if he was having a bad day. But whether it was because he was sitting on the sand or he just didn’t care, the stone sank with a single plop a half mile away.
By Rebecca Pattonabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
Cheap Talk
"You're breathing like a bear," Koff said coolly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she bowed over her book. Vella leaned over the counter, taking the pressure off her lower back. She'd worked a shift and a half already and no one had come in for the last hour, meaning this torture wasn't going to end until dawn. At least it was empty. Mostly empty. It was just she and Koff. One on either side of the register like it mattered. Employee and customer. Ha ha.
By Silver Dauxabout 11 hours ago in Fiction
