A powerful one people forget is right after the fox leaves. 'And he went back to meet the fox. "Goodbye," he said. "Goodbye," said the fox. "Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."' The farewell itself is the lesson. The secret isn't handed over during the fun times; it's the parting gift. Friendship's value is crystallized in the moment of loss, teaching you how to truly see.
The prince's body being too heavy to take with him. It's such a poignant image. He must leave his 'shell' behind to return to his rose. The friendship with the pilot was tied to that physical form—the laughter, the conversations. What continues is the essence, the spirit. The loss of the physical friend is absolute, but the connection transcends the vessel. It's a spiritual answer to the pain of physical separation.
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"I'll marry you when I grow up." The little Prince chimes as he steadies himself to walk on top of an old abandoned log.
"You can't. A Prince should marry a Princess, and I'm not a Princess so you can't marry me."She says before resuming back to the coloring book in front of her.
With a grunt he hops off the wood. "My mom said I can do whatever I want when im King. And I want to marry you. Simple as that."
The great prince who acquires immense supernatural powers hopelessly fell in love with his best friend. At the age of five, they swore to be by each others side but fate has other plans for them.
As panic sweeps through the city and everyday streets collapse into chaos, Ciprian is driven by one unshakable instinct: protect Adam at all costs. When an unexplained catastrophe turns the urban landscape into a pressure cooker of fear and survival, nothing matters more than keeping his best friend alive.
In this fast-paced short story, a sudden crisis forces two friends to confront more than danger. As tension rises and the city descends into disorder, buried emotions, unspoken attraction, and complicated feelings come to the surface. What begins as survival quickly becomes something deeper, binding their fates together in ways neither of them expected.
Set against a backdrop of urban collapse, panic, and uncertainty, this emotional short fiction explores friendship, loyalty, and love under pressure. Perfect for readers who enjoy character-driven stories, disaster scenarios, slow-burn emotion, LGBTQ+ themes, and intimate moments set during world-altering events.
A gripping short story about connection, courage, and the fragile line between friendship and something more—meant to be read in one sitting, but felt long after.
At one point we were both abandoned in the woods. Our meeting started with distrust. His wounds were more than the gnashing scratches of the wilderness, it extended to trash his memories and kept him from truth more than once. Her wounds were more than the bruises of the poisonous wilderness, it extended to crush her security and increased her self doubt. It was an exile that led a prideful yet underestimated prince and an tortured daughter of a successful merchant. Our tale only began when we acknowledged our desires, yet the world around us conspired to thwart our every step. The both of us didn't want to doubt, yet, would our resilience and trust be enough to navigate through the jungle of doubts?
They say once God give something, no matter what ,God gonna take it back again , nothing is granted , not life nor death.
Because in life and death we shall always apart.
when her kingdom all falls apart ,and war rings her door , and evil roams thirsty for her soul , the princess has to take a stand, but she's not alone like she ever thought , that mighty warrior who is full of surprises for her as she uncover her hidden destiny with him.
Bertrand Callum was a well-known lawyer in our circle and my fiancé.
We had agreed to go on our honeymoon right after registering our marriage. But he broke that promise again and again.
He took his secretary to every place I had dreamed of visiting.
On my birthday, he brought her to Saltorlini, the place we had planned to go together.
Later, he gave up our marriage registration just because she had sprained her ankle.
Even when I was in a car accident and on the verge of death, he hung up on my call for help because of something she said.
After I recovered, I went alone to Acreatic, a place I had always longed to see, and moved out of the home we once shared.
A week after I left, Bertrand called to scold me.
"Annie, you need to stop overreacting. Are you really going to divorce me over something so trivial?"
I wanted to remind him that we had never actually registered our marriage. But ultimately, I shut up and said nothing. After all, there was nothing between us anymore.
A rainy afternoon with a dog-eared copy of 'The Little Prince' is my favorite kind of quiet rebellion against the loud, practical world. The book's lines—like "One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye"—feel like somebody handing you a flashlight in a dark room full of memories. Those words don't just romanticize love; they show how love is a way of seeing. When you love, small rituals and weird inside jokes become anchors. When those anchors break, the loss is felt as a loss of sight; the world keeps operating, but your colors change.
The little prince’s conversations about taming and responsibility explain loss as a consequence of caring. The process of making someone important—"You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed"—creates vulnerability. That vulnerability is what makes losing them hurt, because you had invested meaning, routines, and an emotional geography in them. The book doesn't offer solutions so much as a compassionate map: grief is an expression of depth.
So for me, 'The Little Prince' is equal parts consolation and provocation. It reminds me to love more honestly, and accept that pain is braided into that honesty. That keeps me both cautious and braver in equal measure.
‘I myself own a flower,’ he continued his conversation with the businessman, ‘which I water every day…’ That daily, simple act of care. Watering your flower. Checking on your friend. It’s the mundane, repeated attention that sustains a living bond. Friendship isn’t a one-time event; it’s the daily watering.
There are days when a single line from 'The Little Prince' pops into my head and reshuffles my whole mood. I keep going back to the fox's lesson because it nails what friendship actually is: not a constant high, but a choosing, a settling-in. Lines like "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye" and "You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed" always make me breathe slower and think of the people who stuck around when I was messy and exhausted.
I also find comfort in the quieter, almost apologetic bits: "It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important." That little confession reframes effort as love rather than obligation, which is a balm in modern friendships where everyone is so rushed. Whenever I tuck a quote into a note to a friend, I try to pick one that feels like a mirror rather than a lecture — something that says, "I see you, and I chose you." The book's gentle, weird charm keeps making me a bit braver about saying thank you out loud.
The businessman's logic: 'I own them. I am rich. I buy more stars if any are discovered.' His concept of 'ownership' is the antithesis of friendship. You can't own a friend; you build a relationship with them. His loneliness comes from confusing possession with connection. He thinks counting and owning stars brings him worth, but it's an empty, numerical relationship with the universe. The prince's friendships are about responsibility and care, not ownership. The quote highlights how a materialistic worldview is a direct path to a lonely, disconnected existence.