Tag Archives: Romance

The Misfire

On the tiny isle of Miklos, resorts sprouted up everywhere. The super-rich and the famous flocked to its opulent hotels and warm seas. Here, Niko plied his gold-digging trade. He found her sitting in a beach chair, broad-rimmed hat flowing … Continue reading

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Further Research

Mischa checked her watch as she looked out the window. There was Jean-Pierre, walking up the street, right on time. “Is that him?” said her roommate, Natalie. “Yep. He’ll knock on my door by accident. We start talking, then go … Continue reading

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Futuristic Romancing

Sixteen-year old Raul pointed up at the window and sighed, “Pia is so beautiful. What should I do, Grandpa?” Grandpa Ernesto grinned, “You have to go ‘get’ the girl.” Mentally, he prepared a talk about poetry, music, and flowers. “You’re … Continue reading

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Peanut Butter and Chocolate

Howie sat on the park bench watching ferries sail away. He’d lived 228 years, and just transferred his consciousnes into his 4th 16-year old body. A 16-year old girl sat beside him. “Are you a fresh transfer too?” she asked. … Continue reading

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Quick! Run Away!

Massimo met Lilliana by accident at a cafe. They chatted happily over mochas. Lilliana’s eyes were like the sky in spring, her laughter like the song of birds. Massimo fell madly in love with her. Soon she had to leave. … Continue reading

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Magic Sunglasses

The sunglasses has done their work. Eva had met Brad several months earlier and he, not unexpectedly, fell in love with her. That was all well and good, but would he love her without the magic glasses? In the weeks … Continue reading

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Modern Fable

Monique visited the Indian cultural festival alone. Phil wouldn’t go to it, or any festival. Inside the auditorium, she met Anup, who was selling flowers. “These aren’t just any flowers,” explained Anup. “They’re magical!” “How so?” smirked Monique. Magic? Right! … Continue reading

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