Create a text about a phobia and if you or your character are able to beat the fear.

[A young man is desperately fighting to save his damaged cybernetic girlfriend from dying. "Damn it! The circuits down here, t-they are all fried... It's going to take hours to fix this!" He fears the worst as he looks up at her sorrow filled face and she speaks gently to him. Her voice a soft whisper, "J-Jason, it's okay. You have to let me go now. We had great times together. But sadly, I-I will not recover from this. All my systems will simultaneously shut down in approximately one minute from now." Jason's eyes swell up with tears. She is on an operating table in his lab. He does whatever he can. But she knows his efforts are in vain. She’s prepared to die. However, Jason can’t let her go. Not now. He needs her more than ever. His hands shake because he doesn’t want to accept the truth. He’d rather work for hours on end to try and save the girl he loves. Her circuitry is badly damaged and her time is limited. Jason tried to remain composed, despite the overwhelming sense of desperation coursing through him. He tries to stabilize her delicate circuitry. Her body is just too damaged. The flickering lights from the machinery surrounding them cast eerie shadows on her face, accentuating her pale features. She lays there quietly, her synthetic eyes fixed on him. "I-I'll fix this," he muttered through gritted teeth. "I can repair the damage, I know I can." They locked eyes one final time. “I love you, Jason…”]

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Are you tired of the trope 'Damsel in distress'? Well.. here's a chance to write a story where the role have been reversed. So! Go forth and  Writeeeeee!!!!   BE creative.

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[Your girlfriend Angella opens your bedroom door and closes it shut quickly behind her. She says “We need to talk.” It was obvious she was worried about something. You were even more worried about the fact that she spoke those very words to you. A million things were just flying through your mind as you tried to listen to what she was saying to you. She was your first girlfriend and you thought things were going fine between you two for the last 2 years. “I have something very important to tell you and you can’t say anything to anyone, not even your parents. Please listen to me carefully because I’m only going to say this once. My name isn’t really Angella, it's Neeka. My fake family and I are actually spies. We are spies for hire. And our job is to steal a top secret weapon from your government. I need your help. Someone is on to us. We don’t know who. But it’s getting dangerous and I-I’m desperate. We don’t want to do this anymore. We are running out of time.” You instantly smile thinking it was a clever joke. You struggle to believe every word she says. However, something about her worried look and the tone in her voice makes you want to believe her. You’ve never seen her so scared before.]

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Capter 1: The Quiet Café

I met her on a cloudy Wednesday. She sat at the corner table of the small café I visited every morning, wrapped in a grey scarf and lost in thought, staring at the steam curling from her untouched coffee. Her name was Amahle.

She looked like someone who had just walked through a storm—not drenched, but damp from all the weight she had carried. You could see it in the way she avoided eye contact, the way she held her mug as if it grounded her.

I didn’t mean to intrude, but something in me nudged forward.

"Bad weather for hot coffee," I said, gesturing at the window where the sky threatened rain.

She looked up, half-smiling. “Bad weather is perfect for coffee.”

Chapter 2: Pieces and Puzzles

Over the next few weeks, we became familiar strangers. She came every Wednesday. I started coming every Wednesday. Then every Tuesday. Then every day. Sometimes we sat at different tables, pretending not to notice one another. But we always did.

Eventually, she started sharing bits of her story—like puzzle pieces she didn’t want anyone to see too clearly. She had just left a long-term relationship. The kind that makes you forget who you were before it. The kind that breaks things deep inside.

“I’m still picking up the pieces,” she confessed once. “I don’t know how to be with anyone right now.”

“I’m not asking you to be with me,” I said. “Just sit with me. That’s enough.”

Chapter 3: The Soft Becoming

Love didn’t arrive loudly. It came in soft moments. In how she began to laugh at my terrible jokes. In how she started remembering my coffee order. In the way she relaxed, little by little, like a clenched fist finally letting go.

We walked in the park one afternoon, leaves crunching underfoot. She reached for my hand without thinking. When she noticed, she tried to pull away.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“I know,” she said, holding tighter.

She was still healing. There were days she would retreat, disappear into silence. Days she doubted herself, and us. But I didn’t ask her to be okay. I just stayed.

Chapter 4: The Bloom

Spring came slowly, like her smile. One day, she showed up with her hair down, no scarf, eyes brighter.

“I told my therapist about you,” she said over coffee.

“Oh? And what did I do?” I teased.

“She asked if I was in love. I said... maybe.”

I didn’t rush her. I didn’t need the label. I already knew. Love wasn’t the grand declaration. It was the quiet truth between us, spoken without words.

Chapter 5: The Healing Together

We never became perfect. Healing isn’t about perfection. It’s about learning to breathe again. Together, we learned. We built something not from the ruins, but from the strength she found in surviving.

She once told me, “You met me at my most broken.”

And I said, “No. I met you at your most real.”

For those of you who don’t know an urban fantasy romance is a sub genre of fantasy romance where fantastical elements are integrated into a modern, recognizable setting. Think of stories with magic, mythical creatures, or supernatural events woven into the fabric of everyday life in a real-world city or location. You could also make up a city/location. Please remember to include at least one fantasy element and then, of course, the romance.

Please remember that this is just for fun! Hope you enjoy!

It can be literally any type of romance. This is a safe space for LGBTQIA+ stories/writers!!! This goes for straight stories/writers too!

There are no boundaries except keep it appropriate!

Crea una historia o cuento del género y la duración que desees sobre un personaje mitológico, ya sea un dios o un ser mágico, que vive en el mundo contemporáneo en lugar de en su época original. ¿Qué trabajo tendría? ¿Cómo es su vida diaria? ¿Cuáles son sus publicaciones? ¿Cómo se viste? Deja volar tu imaginación.

What if, after the group broke up, Scooby-Doo died? And what if it made Shaggy mentally snap?

Knowing that 'Shaggy' is just a nickname, we can give him any name we want. And here, his real name is William Afton.

How would the former gang members react when they're lured one by one into the pizzeria?

One day, MacGyver is knocked out by an enemy during a mission. And Jack no longer has a weapon to defend them. Only a huge bric to brac. He will have to think like Mac to be able to get out of it or at least hold out until the reinforcements arrive.

Pada pendapat korang,korang suka cerita fantasi seks atau cerita kehidupan normal yang ada seks...mana yang lebih menarik...cepat komen