Part 1
“The Room with No Name”
She walked into the room like a question begging to be answered. Barefoot, half-robed, skin tasting of lavender and doubt. Her name was Elizabeth — soft lips, storm eyes, and a tension in her step that betrayed everything she tried to hide.
By Randolphe Tanoguem8 months ago in Chapters
Star F#@!e . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
With two hundred dollars in her wallet, three crop tops in her duffel bag, and a mouth full of ambition, Ava Clark stepped off the Greyhound bus like she was arriving at a movie premiere. She paused on the sidewalk, adjusted her oversized sunglasses—ones she bought from a gas station outside Gilroy—and took in Los Angeles as if the city owed her an apology for not discovering her sooner.
By Travis Johnson8 months ago in Chapters
Somebody's Someone - Chapter One
The story between Yennia and Khand is marked by emotional complexity and quiet heartbreak. What began as a friendship gradually evolved into a situationship characterized by one-sided devotion, blurred boundaries, and unspoken love that lingered for years. Khand's deep affection for Yennia was steady and unwavering, while Yennia leaned on him not out of romantic desire, but for comfort, support, and escape. This connection, both painful and persistent, revealed itself in cycles of closeness and distance, apologies and silence, always simmering beneath the surface of something that was almost, but never quite more.
By Neshzivne Dadirri8 months ago in Chapters
St. Ebrius
“Hi, Jordan.” It was early in the morning, so he knew that it could be a hallucination. It was all in his head as he turned in the dumpster and opened his eyes. Jordan Radasso had been living there for the last four years after losing his apartment, being banned from the shelters and kicked out of an abandoned restaurant (kicked out? Those kids chased him out for fun). The dumpster was in a fairly quiet alley. Garbage trucks rarely passed there after the restaurants shut down and the government put in another marijuana shop. The people who still wanted to walk on the main street were tourists and they always had a lot of spare change. The only difficulty was the food bank that was five blocks away (always crowded on weekends and after 1 pm) and the weather. The cold had come in and he felt the pinpricks in his feet first; the layers kept most of his blood flowing. And today would be another trip out to see if he could beat the crowds, and keep the heat in his body moving.
By Kendall Defoe 8 months ago in Chapters
