His wife lay naked in the blanket on the bed. He sneaked towards her side of the bed with the knife in his hand. There was just enough light for him to see her face. He wondered whether he should do it and thought hard to find any reason which would prevent the same. He couldn’t find one. She used to listen to music from a radio she kept on the table in the living room right next to the fine china and the books. But the women play their music from a plastic pink mushroom controlled by a little box they left on the kitchen table. His annoyance crossed the threshold when he saw the man responsible for everything on one of the channels. He switched multiple channels but still couldn’t escape Adam Smith’s flawless face and charming smile, that’s exactly how his wife would describe him. It was his birthday and the same being featured on every channel. George made another drink for himself.

Had Adam been there in front of him, George would have slaughtered him on his birthday. But since it was his wife who seemed more excited about everything, she deserved the lesson to be taught first. After all she had chosen her lover over her husband. He got up from his chair and walked towards his bedroom. The wind howled as fog swiftly rolled through the dark streets of Moonwood. The night had fallen over the quiet town as Friday the 13th slowly approached the anxious ghouls which inhabited the land of the supernatural. I am just jealous of the ba**ard who has turned my wife into a fanatic, else why would she utter his name while having sex with her husband” he said.Why don’t we just forget everything and start from where we had left” she said as she took hold of his hand. He then cautiously started to scratch the knife on the wall beside her wife. Its sound, however, woke up Mitchell.

The bastard had kissed Mitchell more often than her own husband. She would even strip off her clothes to feast his eyes with her curves in George’s absence. Although George had known all this he would stay quiet for he wanted his wife herself to confess everything about her lover, but that never happened. There was something intensely familiar about him. From where I stood in the corner of the room, a sense of recognition bloomed in my chest at the way his shoulders rounded and he tried to steady his quivering lips. George threw away the knife and jumped into the bed as Mitchell’s lover survived on the wall yet again for another day. In a moment, Mrs. Frampton, subjecting the tender wallflower of my affection to the grotesque spotlight of her own indifference, made cease the contemplation of my life’s own end, the one theme of my existence: Andrea Taylor.Zahra had an insatiable desire to know. All she was was her curiosity. Maybe that’s why she jumped. She didn’t know what to expect. It wasn’t planned, but it also wasn’t spontaneous. It was a thought she had had a thousand times, more than that. Every day of her life she had wondered what death was like. She didn’t want to die, but the restrictions and routine of life bored her. Be it a sweeping romantic adventure, or a cute love story about meeting your true love on a blind date, we are absolutely here for it! And sometimes, rather than capture a single moment in the lives of two lovers, short love stories manage to tell a whole turbulent love story — from meet cute to the end. Are these perhaps the most gut-wrenching of all? Looking to indulge in some romance short stories? I turned to see a young, undressed woman with a spirit board. She was in a somewhat darkened room with only a few lit candles for effect. The shadows accentuated her attributes, making her a sight to behold.