Oldfashioned Stories

Jane Sinclair runs the family bookshop, lives above it in contented independence, and has spent the past year building a careful conviction: that the newly arrived village doctor - starchy and correct with everyone else - is entirely different with her, and that the difference means something. Dr. Thomas Langley likes Jane enormously. He simply hasn't worked out yet what enormously actually means. She's warm, outgoing, and likes to argue - nothing at all like the composed, correct sort of woman he's always assumed he was meant to end up with. So when a beautiful, well-connected socialite arrives in the village for the summer, looking like everything he supposedly wants, Thomas is intrigued -- and Jane begins to think she may have misjudged her handsome village doctor.

Steve Rogers never expected The Midnight Blue Modal - the old‑school Brooklyn bar he runs with James Barnes - to become the place where his life quietly shifts. With dim lights, worn leather booths, and jazz drifting through the room each night, it's a refuge for anyone who needs a moment to breathe. That's exactly what Natasha Romanoff seems to be doing. She walks in every day, always choosing the same booth, always ordering the same drink, always carrying a quiet weight she never explains. Her job isn't dangerous, but it's complicated, and Steve can see it in the way she softens only when she's here. What starts as small talk turns into something gentler - a warmth he feels in her lingering smiles, in the way she listens, in the way she lets her guard down only in this room, only with him. He doesn't know what she does. She doesn't tell him. But the more she shows up, the more he realizes the truth he never meant to face: The most dangerous thing he's ever done has nothing to do with the bar or the past he's trying to outrun. It's giving his heart to her - and hoping she'll want to keep it.

He was not a regular guy. He knew exactly what to say and when. He is going to change her life, but would it be for the better or worse? Who on earth is this man? Join Emily through the twist, down steep alleyways and underwater, through exotic place and deserted ones. Hold her hand and feel her pounding heart - is it out of fear or love? - help her navigate the deep waters. She is waiting for you. "You will rise above this all. You will soar in the end, all experiences embossing their engraving on your heart. You can do this."

All flags, Country shapes, made by me. Theme songs for each country. __ The Story of Ederidic Ederidic is not a single tale but a breathing anthology. It is a stage where survival, cruelty, beauty, and obsession knot together into one endless play. Every nation is a chapter, every gas a script, and every figure you meet a living paragraph etched into the dimension's skin. At its core lies the RedLock, the oldest wound, the birthplace of the poisons. From here the gases bled outward, sculpting kingdoms like warped sculptures: some draped in gold, some drowned in soil, some trapped in endless war. Each land took the toxin into its bones and became what it breathed-paradises turned prisons, utopias turned hunting grounds. The story is not one of heroes against villains, because such roles dissolve in the haze. Instead, Ederidic thrives on collisions: warlords against mystics, witches against monarchs, mafias against the very people they claim to protect. You don't follow a single protagonist here. You follow the dimension itself, watching how the gases mold love, power, hunger, and ruin. What binds the world is its characters. They arrive as if drawn from the memory of other realms-figures too vivid, too strange, to be invented twice. Here they are altered, sharpened, made feral by the air they breathe. They carry with them echoes of past lives, yet in Ederidic their stories bend in new directions, stitched into a larger tapestry of survival. To step into Ederidic is to walk into a story that already knows you. The walls of its nations lean in close, whispering that your mask won't save you forever, that even as a visitor, the gas has plans for your lungs.

I write what I want when I want, it is usually about my day

A short story about a town who forsake the entity that was keeping them alive.

Freddi è un uomo di mezza età che vive onestamente e con eleganza la routine che molte persone vivono quotidianamente prendendosi ogni tanto qualche piccola soddisfazione e giocando in modo semplice con la vita. Le piccole soddisfazioni che ci prendiamo tutti per rendere l'esistenza più confortevole e meno monotona e che a lui appaiono uniche e fuori dal comune ad un certo punto, in un giorno come un'altro, lo porteranno a vivere un'esperienza realmente fuori dal comune. Avventura o disavventura? Piacevole o spiacevole? Dolce o amara? forse soltanto vita.

In 1932 a young man named Thomas lived in a small town named RangeWood. Him and his friends were very known in this town, thankfully not all bad things. At the start of The Summer, a lady named Olivia came to visit her friends that live in this town during the summer. Thomas may have taking a liking to Olivia and asked her if she would like to go on a date. Olivia had only met this young boy but he was quite charming and so she said...

hello! this is my first real story so I hope ya like it but its what the title says its just a royal imagines book I only have 2 chapters right now so i need some requests

𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓪𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪. 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓶. ✍️ 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✍️ 𝓖𝓮𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂 <3

These are tiny little stories that wrote in my free time. If you don't like, that's okay. I want feedback. thank you.

На нее были направлены все вспышки камер и огни города, а он был простым фотографом, очарованным ею.

This is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the process from drying.

Charlotte Billingsley has neither age nor nationality in her favour when it comes to finding and securing a husband before the London Season ends. What she has is a dollar dowry that should be attractive to any nobleman looking to bolster his estates. What she doesn't want is a desparate peer of the realm who takes her money and traps her in a gilded cage. But can she really hope for a gentle man or even a gentleman, given her history and circumstance?

So this is my book of short stories! Each chapter will be a new story under 1000 words. I may decide to center them all on a certain theme. Comment if you think any of them should be turned into full novels, if you have any ideas for new chapters, or if you think I should tie them all together at the end. Enjoy!! ~~Divinelygraceful~~

A young girl with a desire to make a difference in the world finds herself wanting more than a simple life looking for a man of wealth. She acts sporadically, finding herself in a ~revolutionary~ position she can't get out of. She must use her wits, rely on her friends, and pray to see another day to live through war of both civilizations and her own conscience.

A young author finds herself lost in the world only to find the pendant she finds so endearing to lead her directly to her future. A love forbidden and a future foreboding

The Roaring Twenties ushered one of the most glamorous and decadent decades that the world has ever experienced. Grand parties, social revolutionaries, and truly opulent wealth! In the midst of all this glory emerged one of the most elaborate and eligible bachelors known to New York City, Mr. Harry E. Styles. Mystery, wealth, carouse, and sex consumed the life of this immortal man. Foolish of him to forget that the good girl can't resist the bad guy...