For all you romantics out there, here is our love stories section.
These are stories of romance and love, which are generally on a deeper relationship level than stories in other categories.
This story category focuses on falling in love, being in love, and developing a loving relationship. Please submit your real life or fictional love stories here.
His radio crackled. “Gerry, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass down here pronto I’m leaving you up there all night. Do you have any idea what time it is? Becki will have my skin!” Gerry sighed. It had been a long shift, and it wasn’t his fault that...
Vicki went shopping. Her entire wardrobe consisted of two pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, two sweaters, functional underwear and a thick coat borrowed from a friend. Nothing that would do for this. Her insurance company had already assured her that the payo...
“…traumatised.” Vicki flinched as he said it. Yes, that’s what I am. Traumatised. A silly girl responding to my Knight because I’m ‘traumatised’. She pushed back from him, waiting until he’d finished talking on his radio. “I’m not traumatised,” she said,...
“Happy forty-fifth birthday! Hope you find that special someone this year.” Over the course of her one-and-a-half-hour flight from Manhattan to Charleston, West Virginia, Jeanette Polski read and re-read the birthday card from her mom. Paradoxically, it b...
His radio crackled. “Gerry, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass down here pronto I’m leaving you up there all night. Do you have any idea what time it is? Becki will have my skin!” Gerry sighed. It had been a long shift, and it wasn’t his fault that...
She was twisting her fingers, folding one hand over the other like she was trying to braid her knuckles. I couldn’t tell if she was shy or nervous, or maybe she was both. I hadn’t seen her in over a year, and now she was right there in front of me, smilin...
I felt my heart sink. I was sure that she wasn’t just talking about the back rub. Freya turned in the water to face me after I released my hold on her. Bubbles were still blocking my view, and even as she leaned forward a bit over the ledge of the tub, th...
I was no longer visiting Doctor Morgan in her office since I now found myself bunking in her home. She had an amazing townhouse in a fancy complex that was far too elegant for my tastes. The dwelling was located in one of the ritzier parts of the city, an...
I had been going to see Freya at least twice a week for at least two months. Well, it was probably more like three times a week for the last three months, but I was losing track of the time just as much as I was losing my memories of those two horrible ye...
My name is Marcus Veovin…and to be honest, that’s about all I could tell you at the time when this story first took place. If I tried really hard, I probably could’ve come up with a few other small details. I remembered a few faces coming to mind when I t...
No one could deny that Marion and Piet Wouters had earned their time together after busy years bringing up their family of three children. They were off their hands now and were settled into only too normal and steady relationships, so they had no obligat...
Do I need to put another load of washing in the machine? As I stick my head in to check the kids are asleep, my mind is whirling through all the thoughts that have no home. Have the kids got lunch food for tomorrow? I walk into our room, take in the pile...
Finally, my dad nodded to the undertaker who started the conveyor. “Annie?” he had asked. I just couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't. Bloody typical, Sarah would’ve thought. “Brian?” Sarah’s father, again cervical cancer’s bitch, had also shaken his head; a sto...
Sunshine. A word that lives in my brain in ambiguity. A word that conjures up images of warmth and sometimes hot. A word that sends images of softness, of love, and sometimes ... pain. The Sunshine that runs through my brain today is one of pain. Sunshine...
My husband, Tom, and I got away for a week-long Hawaiian vacation. We needed something after ten years of marriage. We are both thirty-five. The last ten years have been good, but with three kids, there hasn’t been much opportunity for romance like we use...
Though her voice creaked like the worn armchair in which she sat, Elsie still had a piercing gaze that conveyed a playful sharpness within. "Sit with me, child." I stopped folding the sheets and perched on the edge of the bed opposite her slightly hunched...
