literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

The Prop Man
My mother warned me this would happen but I didn’t listen and before I knew it, the term crept up on me. I didn’t see its tendrils wrapping around my torso, my legs or my neck; the touch was faint like the warmth of a scarf on a breezy autumn day about which you forget until suddenly your body is being yanked back when the scarf’s woolly tassels get stuck in the bus’ door. You are being strangled in front of the commuters’ eye audience before somehow you manage to pull the tassels out and you scramble out onto the sidewalk, pretending the last fifteen seconds never happened. When I realised the word fit me, it was too late - red marks were already etched into the skin of my neck, too bright to attempt to hide under my flatmate's concealer and I cursed my mother for always having to be right.
By Sara9b5 years ago in Humans
Wretched Trade
1663, Spring Amelia sat at her desk staring at the blank paper before her, a mug of ale left forgotten by her side. The room was darkening with the retreating sun, but the lone Skuling lamp kept the darkness at bay. A large tome rested before her, covered in dust after years of being left on a shelf. She once thought that she’d never open it again, that her last recording would be the end. But there she sat, quill in hand, in the same spot as before, looking down at the worn cover. This book has seen the world, seen the follies of men, and had more scars then even she did. How many times has she rewritten these creased pages? How many pages have been torn and burned? Some stories are lost now, maybe for the better. It amazed her how much knowledge rested on these pages. Knowledge that would never be seen by others, solely because she wrote it.
By Stephanie Brake5 years ago in Humans
3 Humorous Stories
The Mafia A mafia godfather one day decided to employ a new accountant. The Don decided on an accountant who was both deaf and dumb in the belief that such a man could never be called to testify against him. Things went well for a number of years, until finally it came up to the accountants time to retire. The Don had another accountant look over the books just to make sure all was in order before the deaf mute disappeared for good. The new accountant discovered that there was a million dollars unaccounted for. To get to the bottom of the missing money the Don called in his attorney, who just happened to know sign language.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Humans
Secrets Not To Be Kept
“I just can’t get clean! It won’t come off me! Ugh, oh my God, Oh my God!” Terrence scrubbed and scrubbed but he could never make himself feel clean. He stayed in that shower until the water ran cold and his skin wrinkled like a prune, still he scrubbed. His exterior was clean, raw, but Terrence could never remove the awful stain on his soul. The vomit had all but dissipated down the drain. It took an hour but now every chunk had disappeared. He rinsed his mouth with the shower water, swished it around then spit it out.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Humans
Preserved flowers, immortal flowers
I. A Desperate Agreement Xiao Wang was 23 when she graduated from Xi’an Industry University (City of Xi'an, China) in 2011. Soon she became a white-collar. Her dream was simple, working for two years, finding a man, getting married. The future was full of promises and hope.
By Bond Wang5 years ago in Humans
Escape to love
They arrived at the ranch by late afternoon. Dressed casually with her two sisters, Barbara and Jeanette, her dad and her Aunt Babe they went to the out door dinning area for dinner.
By Sherry jackson5 years ago in Humans
Stars of Tyde Pt. 2
Weeks being at sea had made the crew unsettled. Drake never left enough food for the crew until the next port. She had remembered to tell him that supplies were low, but he brushed her off every time, leaving the crew to starve.
By Alexandrea Justine5 years ago in Humans
Mrs. Lovelock And The Iroquois Blanket
“Boy, I think my five year old could do better than these figures,” said the Antiques Caravan Anonymous Appraiser, eyeing the textile. “Tell us again how you came to have this piece.”
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Humans
Trout Streams, Motion, and Memory
The desert of Eastern Washington is a place of dryness and death. Without water nothing can live here. The thin little stream that cuts through the harsh rock and sand provides nourishment for the willow trees and the grassy meadow. It is the single life-giving artery in this arid place.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Humans
A Change of Dreams
The air was different. Painfully clean, but not sterile. So unlike the dry stagnant air of downtown Los Angles, always tinged with dusty smog and semi-metallic brown acrid pollution. He coughed up beautiful healthy L.A into the rejuvenating elixir of Canada.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Humans
A Writer Writes
Imagine knowing that you will pass away in just one week. You will then assume the body of another person. This pattern happens again and again, but you don’t really know who you are. You don’t know why this is happening to you. This is the basis for a fictional series I have been writing entitled, “7 Days.”
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Humans
The Saga of Ragnar Lođbrók and His Sons pt. 3
To hear the episode check it out at: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1685008/8560755 Thank you so much for much for coming back for the third and final installment in the saga of Ragnar!!! And a special thanks goes out to Toni Raptor for subscribing on patreon!!! I truly and deeply appreciate everyone who subscribes and helps to keep this podcast alive!! I'm not going to lie, this is a daunting task sometimes and it is because of support from people like Toni that I am able to keep it up!! Also, in addition to keeping this show alive you are gaining access to recipes from the different cultures where the stories originate as well as upcoming bonus content! I am also slowly adding merch as I am able to get it designed,, so check it out!
By Ravenswing5 years ago in Humans