I figured it was a bit mean to leave you with the tragic, doomed love of last week so here are some of my personal favourite romantic short stories I've written.
Waking to an empty bed first had me reaching out to search for her warmth. Meeting only coldness I lifted my head to look in the direction of the bathroom for a light. Upon finding no light I sat up in bed. The house remained silent, dark, and cold. No sign of another living being. … Continue reading As Long As I’m Human – Short Story
Kayley sighed. 30 minutes before the date and xe was cancelling again. Xe couldn’t bear to look at the text chain. Cancellation after cancellation, always the day of the date, often only a short while before the date was supposed to start.
The briefest of glances. Laughter that exposes their neck. Any excuse to touch: a stray hair, fluff on a jumper, “you’ve got chocolate right here” – or the refusal to touch at all, the absolute avoidance of contact. Xander was sure xe was reading the signs right. Xe was sure Stone had been attempting to … Continue reading Deciphering Flirting – Short Story #IDAHoBiT
“Alfred, hold on” Harry cried, trying to staunch the bleeding. Alfred smiled up at Harry, reaching out to touch his face.
“It’s not going to work sweetness”
“Please! Don’t leave me! We can get through this”
“Even if I could sweetness, we’ve been found out. Go. Live your life the way we wanted to together.”
Harry had never moved on, not really. In the 75 years he’d lived without Alfred, he’d seen the world change, adapt, and grow but he’d never got over Alfred.
Izzy had been captured by Pirates almost a week ago now. She had been trussed up and tied in some room or other, blindfolded. She supposed these bandits or pirates or whoever they were would want to ransom her back to her family, unfortunately for them all Izzy’s family was a lot poorer than they had been making out.
Penelope sighed and sipped at her wine. She didn’t tend to enjoy her family’s big Christmas Party. Her mother was loving and supportive for 90% of the year but as soon as December hit she always and without fail started pressuring Penelope to be more than she was. To be in a relationship, or have … Continue reading Christmas Party – Short Story