1. The man who went to Heaven and who was able to compare

A man died and because he had been a good person, he went to Heaven, where Saint Peter greeted him at the door.
Welcome! he said. You can enter Heaven right away, but, because you lived such a good life, you can also go and check out Hell first, if you like.
The man was rather curious and said – well, why not – and he went down all the stairs to reach the door of Hell, which opened before him.
Behind the door, he saw many people sitting around tables with delicious food! But they were all very sad, and suffering, because instead of hands they had long knives and forks as arm extensions and they did not manage to put any of this great food in their mouths.
The man went back up to Heaven and said to Saint Peter: Wow, am I glad that I can go to Heaven. That is really some punishment.
Welcome to Heaven, Saint Peter said, as he let the man in.
What did he see there? He saw many people sitting around tables with delicious food, just like in Hell!
And just like in Hell, they also had these long fork and knife extensions on their arms!
But in Heaven, the people weren’t crying or cursing, because they were sticking the food in each others mouths! “Try this”, they laughed. “And this!”, and they had lots of fun in the process.

Lesson: Happiness comes from making other people happy. Don’t be selfish but care for other people, and you will be taken care of as well. [ more ]

Love Poem: You’ll Find Some­one Else
by TinyDancer46

Age of six
He loved her so
And everyday
He’d let her know

“I love you Grace”
He’d say each day
She’d just laugh
And run away

Till one day
She turned around
And sat with him
On the playground

“I’m sorry Chris
I don’t love you
You’ll find someone else
Who loves you too” [ more ]

Another fictional vampire story on how hatred born of love can fuel a thirst for revenge.

Most stories tell of a great hero who is nothing but a normal person who loses something dear to them. And because of that lose they are pressed with two options: fight back or give up. And of course they fight back. Using that lose as motivation to right that wrong and save others from going through the same thing. Yes that hero has some defects, something about them that gives them a weakness or a way to get rid of them.

And in most stories the line between villain and hero is obvious.

This story is not the case. [ more ]

Fictional story about how a normal girl becomes the Queen of the Undead through love.

My story begins in a little suburban town, outside of Glenn Cove. It was a nice little town where everyone was friendly. Of course no one would suspect the horror that was hidden under the streets, the horror that only surfaced at night. But before I tell you that part of the story I shall start from the beginning of this dreaded tale.

I was a little girl when the chaos started, at the tender age of 9, the age when you’re not supposed to know the truth about life yet. But I learned way to early. [ more ]

Read about what happens when a love letter gets lost in translation.

I was always a little in awe of Great-aunt Stephina Roos. Indeed, as children we were all frankly terrified of her. The fact that she did not live with the family, preferring her tiny cottage and solitude to the comfortable but rather noisy household where we were brought up – added to the respectful fear in which she was held.

We used to take turns to carry small delicacies which my mother had made down from the big house to the little cottage where Aunt Stephia and an old colored maid spent their days. Old Tnate Sanna would open the door to the rather frightened little messenger and would usher him – or her – into the dark voor-kamer, where the shutters were always closed to keep out the heat and the flies. There we would wait while trembling but not altogether unpleasant. [ more ]

“I love you, darling” is something we frequently tell our loved ones when we are happy. However, would you tell this to your loved ones when tragedy strikes? Read on to find out why we should appreciate and love people around us even more when disaster strikes.

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, the husband saw a medicine bottle left open one morning. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot about the matter. [ more ]

Tragic story centered around the romantic song “Only Love” by Trademark.

It’s a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm. It’s so cold today. I’m standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I’m beginning to pity those people. Why don’t they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?

“Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy.” One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. [ more ]

Read this story about why we should treasure our mothers while we still can.

When you were eight years old, your mom handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were nine years old, she paid for your piano lessons. You thanked her by not bothering to practice. [ more ]