Covidlove Stories

Allie lived her life with no worries. What Allie least expected, happened. Restless nights filled with tears and no one around. What happened to Allie? All she can hold onto is hope.

A poem for my Love.

This is a draft of life. Unedited moments of love, heartbreak, overcoming, letting go. There is pain, there is happiness, but over everything, there is a girl figuring out how to love and let love. Welcome to the shit show.

A modern fairy-tale of love, drugs, relationships and heart-break. Jules, a hardcore eshay girl falls for the elite soft boy through an unexpected turn of events. Both from opposite ends of society, they try to make their relationship work, but with everything good there is evil. Will this love conquer corona?

They never dated. But they loved deeper than most couples ever did. During the quiet chaos of a lockdown, two souls met online - connected not by coincidence, but by timing. He was charming and warm, she was guarded but sincere. They called through the silence of nights, shared games, laughter, and dreams - all while promising themselves they wouldn't fall. But emotions don't follow rules. He became her safe place. She became his calm. Until a rainy night ride changed everything. What happens when a goodbye comes without warning? And what if love... returns one last time? A bittersweet story of unfinished feelings, long-distance hearts, and a call that never hung up.

--------Their love is fire. He doesn't even look Native, come on; let's go! ~ Tova Miller. Calla Fayette stood looking at the mirror, hoping to see the stranger's face. He's never been in her family's convenience store here on the reservation. Calla, let's go. "Cousin, you see everyone as precious beings, and one day the one will see you as so precious he will never let you go, and he'll take those wounds of yours and heal them with his mcloving." Are scars beautiful? ~ Calla "You are as beautiful as the most perfect beaded medallion, cuzzie," whispered Tova. "Skoden!" chirped Calla. *** "Jackson, why were you on the reservation?" ~ Shouted a mature man. "Uncle, the scent of cactus and sage smoke lured me in." ~ Jackson Ridge "That's not our jurisdic6tion; your father's divorce decreed that we can't enter any reservations anymore; that turf belongs to your mother," barked Uncle Oscar. "And stay away from those girls; they're nothing but trouble." "Don't worry; I won't get burned. I'm the grandson of Hades."