literature

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

Flames & Flowers: Feeling Freedom
Prologue: Fleeing // Escape The fires had persisted for six days before I decided to move on. I was living in constant fear, with nausea in every inch of my body, watching everything I had ever known burst into flame and slowly turn to dust. I am still in fear, and without a home, but at least I am not watching my home burn.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Humans
Moonlight Escape
Charlie O’Connor was an amalgamation of her parents and she was okay with that. Tall and slender like her father with his vibrant red hair and green eyes along with her mother’s elegant style; she automatically drew attention wherever she went.
By Phyllis Holt5 years ago in Humans
Bee and Bat night and day bar
In a land where you wont get shoved by a stranger for standing to close to them, feel the comfort of fur beneath your behind instead of a toilet seat that has most likely been used for activities other then urination. Where the only loud bounding noise is the voice in your head telling you, you forgot to write the essay that is due in like 3 days ( I really should be writing that.) Where there isn't for some reason strobe lights, like isn't that a hazard? they should probably have a epilepsy warning on that, right? But instead, lights are comforting to those most sensitive to light. I give you, my friend. Who I have never met. Bee and bat night and day bar!
By Cj Harris5 years ago in Humans
The Guardian of the Sacred Texts
Ailwin prodded the ashes, breathing life into the dying embers. Wolves howled nearby; their mournful cries warning him to stay near the fire. He wrapped a quilt around his body, scooting nearer the flames. He opened a worn leather-bound book, squinting at the words written in script. He inched closer to the warmth, the campfire illuminating the pages. The ancient texts, written by seers of old, rejuvenated his spirit and brought renewed life to his tired soul. Enemies sought to destroy the words of the diviners bringing hope to the oppressed. Men like Ailwin guarded the sacred writings, pledging to die to protect the lifegiving truths...
By Bryan R..5 years ago in Humans
Children of the Night
Evelynn reached the creaking metal gate in front of Applewood's place. Hoping Elliot was home she walked up to the rose red door and clapped the gold knocker against the metal plate two times as mother always instructed, her voice ringing in Evelynn’s mind like an annoying public service announcement.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Humans
The Blood of Water
The heavy cedar door with the rounded top sagged a little in its frame. Long years of facing tough, salty winter winds coming off the bay had pitted its surface. Paint that had once been bright turquoise had faded to a dull sky blue color. After forty years of abuse the little workshop where Bernie Levine Taylor had spent so much time tying flies and building fly rods for friends and customers was looking pretty decrepit.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Humans
Her Name is Robert
As I walked along the river, a raven flew and perched itself on my left shoulder. I smiled as it nuzzled my head in familiarity. We walked quietly together until we reached the usual clearing. I gasped as a giant, marble mausoleum came into view. The structure had a large gold dome for its roof. I ran over to the mausoleum. My quick movements caused the raven to fly from my shoulder. The structure was old but in perfect condition. It sat under generations of dust and grime, but still, the beauty of the building left me speechless.
By Em Short5 years ago in Humans
Reptile Island
Francisco had just gotten back from a more dense part of the island, cataloging some of the native animals and plants in his journal with notes, looking for a way to cool off when he had seen something peculiar.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Humans
Georgina the Great
Introduction: Welcome and please enjoy. Georgina the Great (possible final title) is a fiction chapter book that I have been working on for quite some time and it is in its final chapters. I would love to sample this work here and allow you great folk to give some feedback! If you love the chapter one teaser don't be shy I will only release more of Georgina if you like it. Show some love and help me discover if readers like the characters.
By Elijah Davis5 years ago in Humans
When the Gods Intervene
Summer 2017 This day is like every day. He awakens before dawn. Dawn is a curious thing. One might be thinking 6 or even 5:30 AM, but on this little piece of America that lies southwest of Nova Scotia, even in mid-May means 4:30. Regardless of when he gets to sleep, if he even gets to sleep, the sun begins to assault his dreams. His job is all about late nights. He would love to sleep in, but the sheer curtains on the window of his little hole-in-the-wall conspire with Ra to make sleep a fleeting memory. He used to fight it. Now he embraces the dawn, albeit, sometimes, reluctantly. He has his own studio apartment with Spartan furnishings and considers himself lucky. This time of year, a place like his can fetch $2000/week. In contrast, the seasonal help are two to a room and a shared hall bath.
By Alexander J. Cameron5 years ago in Humans
The Gangster Wannabes Get Roofed
Our Northern California neighborhood was white bread boring up until the late 80’s. Situated in a mostly a blue collar town with very little violent crime no one saw the wave of super crimes coming our way until it was so far gone most people thought nothing short of a Soviet nuke would clean it up.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Humans
Driving After Dark
Story 1: Keeping Up With the Joneses Sarah nervously put her phone on the magnetic holder and started the car. She opened the app and her index finger hovered over the button for a few minutes before she finally pressed “GO!” She waited. Nothing. Her shoulders started to relax. The tension left her face. Bing!! The app went off, and all the stress hormones flooded back into her body. She pressed accept and put the car in drive. She was grateful to have an opportunity to make extra money, and she loved to drive, but the idea of complete strangers getting into her car was for sure a big unknown. At family functions, everyone knew to look for Sarah in the corner with her nose in a book or looking at her phone. She wasn’t anti-social, not exactly. Just extremely awkward socially. As for parties, well she would show up late, half-drunk, and leave early having spoken to probably a quarter of the people that she knew.
By Shelly Slade5 years ago in Humans