Stories

Gravity and love work in similar ways. Sometimes they even make people into Satellites of one another.

An evening, two playing a game of basketball— and the boy coming back alone.

What follows is a life shaped by quiet endurance: grief folded inward, desire hidden between careful gestures, love practiced in whispers. Years later, when the possibility of living openly brushes against him like light through a cracked door, he must decide whether it is safer to remain unseen — or braver to be known.

Warning: Although the whole plot, jokes, scenes and thoughts are mine, I used a lot of help from AI. I might go through the whole story and rewrite it myself for now my apologies.

Poems I have written!

The first time Rick kissed him, it felt like a joke.

Salt on his cheek. Wind in his mouth. Laughter close enough to pass for safety.

Later, in another country, in a kitchen with colder light and windows that didn’t open the same way, Liam would remember that night by the water and try to locate the exact second when his life tilted. He would search for a crack in the structure — a warning sound, a visible fault line, he would never find.

Warning: Although the whole plot, jokes, scenes and thoughts are mine, I used a lot of help from AI. I might go through the whole story and rewrite it myself for now my apologies.

In a kingdom aglow with victory and starlight, young Cedric and Lysander discover the fragile bloom of first love—and the strength it takes to nurture it. The Flower Thief and Other Tales of Yalda unfolds a realm where bonds are tested, hearts awaken, and not every battle is won with a sword.

A collection of collaborative writings from the Friday prompt blog.