Fantasy
The Breaking of a Union
Hephaestus had never been especially lucky with love. So, watching Aphrodite and Ares squirm in the net he’d made to catch them cheating didn’t particularly surprise or anger him. He crossed his arms and stared at them as they blindly groped for a way out. Finally, Aphrodite’s eyes lifted and met his. She scowled at him and lifted her chin defiantly. The irate spark in her gorgeous gray eyes made his heart leap despite himself.
By Morey Guntz2 months ago in Fiction
Travis Kelce Jokes Taylor Swift Is "Gonna Kill Me" During Viral "New Heights" Podcast Mishap
The romance between the Kansas City Chiefs tight end and the global pop sensation has been nothing short of a fairytale. As the couple reportedly prepares for their wedding, they have managed to keep the intimate details of their life largely private. However, during a February 3 segment of the hit podcast New Heights, Travis Kelce accidentally offered Swifties and football fans alike a rare, chaotic glimpse into their dynamic—specifically, how much he fears a scolding from his fiancée.
By Ann D. Burch2 months ago in Fiction
Travis Kelce Breaks Chair Mid-Podcast and Jokes Taylor Swift ‘Is Going to Kill’ Him
It is a scenario that almost everyone has feared at some point: you are a guest in someone else’s immaculately decorated home, you lean back to laugh at a joke, and suddenly, you hear the sickening crunch of wood snapping beneath you.
By Ann D. Burch2 months ago in Fiction
Boons and Curses
Before him lay his doom. Exasperated, Imperator Valatious collapsed into his chair. Beyond the hide walls of his tent, the evening air hung disquietingly still. He ran his weathered hands through a grease-stained mane of brown hair, uncut since the campaign began.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
Seven Days a Week, I Return to Her
I usually wake up before my alarm sounds off because she hums before dawn, not audibly, but in the way a thought hums when it has been rehearsed so often it no longer needs sound. The apartment is dim, the city is still deciding whether it will wake me or leave me alone, and I pad across the floor to where she waits. She is matte black and silver, unassuming in profile, yet somehow radiant when the light hits the curve of her handles. I place my hand on her console the way some people touch a pulse point, and the day aligns itself. Seven days a week, without fail, I climb aboard and let the rhythm find me. This is not an exercise. This is a return.
By Anthony Chan2 months ago in Fiction
Our Song. Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge. Top Story - February 2026. Content Warning.
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell2 months ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Happily Ever After of Cinderella. Top Story - February 2026.
Cinderella had always dreamt of marrying a prince. She had dreamt of nothing else since she was a small girl. Now, however, as the Prince’s wife of three days, she had to admit that the reality was not as she had dreamt it to be.
By Dionearia Red2 months ago in Fiction
