These things could take time. John knew that. He knew it might be hours, or days, or even weeks before she finished turning. On the other hand, it could be minutes, he had to be prepared for anything. His first wife had died on the first night, coming back at once. It was a struggle, a scramble, a fight to keep her from eating him. In the end, he’d fled the house, leaving behind everything. He went to bed with a vibrant, living woman, woke up to a living corpse trying to consume him. That was twenty years ago of course, before he found Irina. She wasn’t supposed to be the love of his life, that was supposed to be Sarah, the woman he married, the woman who was supposed to bear his child. Sarah was seven months pregnant that night.

It’s Valentine’s Day right now. I’ve always looked at it as a fake celebration designed to sell greeting cards — but then came the girl. Somehow, she always made me appreciate holidays, pushed through my cynicism and mysanthropy.

A reflective poem about the difference between performed love and genuine love. It explores how someone can say all the right things, appear gentle and safe, yet still leave emotional emptiness behind—revealing that real love is proven not by words, but by what remains when the performance ends.

Into the voice of nothingness. This is where souls meet when greeted by spirits/souls when we collide with love, passion, or death.

This short love story is about how a Bangladeshi-Canadian woman finds love in Korea, with a Korean man, and despite their cultural and ethnic differences, this short story is a reminder that no matter how big the barriers they have, their love will overcome them every step of the way. This is a Valentine's Day treat for all international K-Drama and K-POP fans out there.

This is where I share exclusive stories, private thoughts, and things I don’t post anywhere else. If you love real, raw storytelling… you’re in the right place.

This story is from 2019, a lot has happened in the intervening years, and I'm in a different place One moment: I’m lying against the wall, sobbing so hard I can’t breathe. The tears flow down my face. It’s unexpected, came on suddenly. The result of too many things at once. It’s not about her, not this time. The only thing on my mind is that I wish she was with me, was in my arms.

Yes, most women like assholes — but not because they are assholes Not a Pickup Guide If you are looking for advice on how to attract women, this might help and it might not. When I was young I was pretty good at getting women to agree to go out with me. Okay, I was actually pretty good at having women ask me out. I thought I had game, but it turns out I was just the right mix of good looking and arrogant/confident. I did learn some things from the experience though, and now I’m going to impart my vast wisdom. It should take about thirty seconds…

I still feel the languid beauty of her arms, slender, wrapped around my shoulders. The softness of her, unparalleled, welcoming, warm. The feel of her underneath me, more true, more accepting. She fills my memory. I wish I were able to erase the pain between us, the pain she holds in her heart, the wounds she carries. I wish I were able to be enough, to be the one who could take her in his arms for all time.

I can be a bit contrary at times. One thing that I do, when I’m bored and lonely, is bait scammers. I take up a bunch of their time, and really, it doesn’t have any purpose other than that. The most common scams I see are random people adding me on social media and then attempting to move things into a relationship based on photos. There are others, but this story is about that.

How can you love someone you have never met? How can you wake up thinking of someone who has never woken next to you, who has never been in your arms, who has never been part of your reality? I wake thinking of your smile, your voice, your soft accent. I think of you in quiet moments, in between thoughts, tasks. I daydream about possibilities.

CHapter one of Love in The Dark enjoy please read. this is my first its about a man who fell in love with a fallen angel.

read for fun. shadow milk and pure vanilla leave each other after the fight then pure vanilla with longing of wanting to see shadow milk but shadow milk pops outa nowhere go read it urself.

This seems happy but it’s sorrowful to me. How can the most important person to you go to past tense so quick?

This blog is just a little intro into me and my husbands life and how finding god again is helping me fight for my marriage in the scariest and hardest season so far.

Love Poem about strangers meeting each other through fate and coincidences, leading to a love story that will forever linger on...

Coming Jan 22nd. As I told you, this is part 4.1, the thrilling second half to part 4. This is where the action happens. Erotic Ebonics part 4.1 enjoy.

Coming Jan 22. This is the first half of part 4. The second explosive half will be released later on within 24 hours. Erotic Ebonics part 4 just for you.

Coming Jan 8th 2026. This will get the pot stirring. Kick back relax and enjoy the ride. Chapter 2 of Hardcore on The Hood.

Coming Jan 15th. Part three in the series, Erotic Ebonics. Stay tuned in. For weekly episodes and new story lines.