literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
LOVE BIDS...
It's the little things that make the biggest difference when it comes to love. Relationships are filled with challenges and learning curbs. When two individuals come together, it's because there's a connection and for some, there's a very strong connection. It's absolute bliss for many, but staying together always takes work. In my opinion, love is a combination of doing the work together and being commited to one another. To stay together, you have to learn each other and want each other so much that your love is strong enough to stick through the hard times. Like a pear, there are curbs with highs and lows, it can be juicy and sweet sometimes, it can also be deceivingly green, it can be hard and soft, tough and soft and, last but not least, there's so much more that lies beneath the surface.
By Gabriela Engels4 years ago in Humans
Heirloom
As the sun bore down into the horizon the pears tree glimmered. Red against green, like obscene little Christmas lights. Nana's words sounded over the display. "Take to your hearts content, but never from the pear tree.” The immediate “Why?” was met with a raised eyebrow and silence. You don’t need to know. The same question to Doc resulted in a shrug.
By Juniper Thorne4 years ago in Humans
Poem in a Pear Tree
This is a true story based on memory, but aren't they all when you really think about it? Recall never seems to have any falsehoods for the re-caller in my experiences. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and truth is in the mind of and brain of the experiencer in my foggy estimation. I digress.
By robert rowe4 years ago in Humans
The Ideals of Freedom
Marcellus and Rolen were standing at the railing of a glass deck with an overlooking view of the entire Capital. Skyscrapers in amongst small havens of green fields brushed with trees and flowers, like an ethereal painting, the perfect synchronicity of nature and nurture. Right in the middle of the lush land stood a lone tree, as tall as the buildings that surrounded it. Marcellus knew that tree. It was called the Divine Tree. It looked like a Chanticleer pear tree stuck between Autumn and Spring, the foliage ranging from pockets of red, to blooming flowers of white. The Tree had been planted after the Chinetic War as a spirit grave for all the soldiers that’d lost their lives. It was said that all the collective bodies had been buried at its base, their collective Chi flowing throughout the Divine Tree, bearing spiritual fruit. The shape of the fruit resembled a pear, except for the colour being a strange milk-like opaqueness. Nobody ever ate from the tree. It was considered a holy monument.
By A. Tonymous Raign4 years ago in Humans
Sparrow
Look into my eyes and listen to me. Whatever you do don't look back. Do not witness the price of bearing the mark of the protector. Do not forget that the one who forged this being knew faith and purpose. Now run and find your way through the storm. I will hold them back with my life.
By Samuel Bitner4 years ago in Humans
Never Too Old for Story Time
There was a time in my life when I couldn't read. Obviously, there's only so much I remember about that time. But I have distinct memories of flipping through picture books and knowing there was a story there. It was a story I couldn't understand just by looking at the pictures. This frustrated me. I remember knowing that I would need to ask Mom or Dad to read the book to me.
By Jessica Freeborn4 years ago in Humans
The Faces You Wear
It wasn’t the first ball Arthur had been to. He wanted it to be the last. Affairs like this were routine, particularly when they were among the court of Queen Elizabeth. There was a lot that was expected of him, even though all Arthur had to do was be visible to the public. There was always a loose expectation that he should dance, but he never wanted to. Usually, he managed to avoid it.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Humans
Taking a hike from a writer’s point of view
Mountains travel long distances, by force along the road or by footpath in nature. The word "mountain climbing" is used in Britain when it comes to mountains, but the old word "mountain climbing" lacks "mountain climbing," a term used in northern England when referring to mountains. A fun walk made in Europe in the 18th century.
By Rosan Pandey4 years ago in Humans
