literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Undertow
Caroline had once loved the water with every fiber of her being. Whether she was a ten-year-old swimming in her best friend's parents' pool or a twenty-year-old soaking up beach rays on spring break, the water had been a constant through her twenty-seven years of life.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
You Will Not Last
You Will Not Last: If you don't die John W. Gilmore “In a time before time things were a lot kinder. People would get along. Everyone would help the other make their dreams come true, instead of hindering them so only they could live out their dreams.”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Humans
Sunrise
“Don’t cry”, he’d said. He had looked at me with sadness and worry. I had tried to hold back the tears which were impatient to run down my cheeks. The more I tried to stop them, the more the knot in my throat was choking me. I couldn’t breathe and I broke into short sobs that turned into a relentless cry.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg5 years ago in Humans
Right or Wrong
Chapter 2 Glenn Jenkins Yes, he had helped unseat Democrats; block Democrats and defeat a piece of legislation or pass a bill. Changing public opinion at any cost, and winning elections is what they did from behind the scenes. The Jenkins had been a part of the grand old parties go to team for more than three decades. They were a family dynasty loyal only to them and the ****.
By David F Anderson5 years ago in Humans
What Happens in Italy, Stays in Italy
What Happens in Italy, Stays in Italy? Chapter 1 – Hotel Morning The morning started out like any other, of course, the light was blinding me directly in the eyes from the corridor. ‘Seriously’, I thought to myself annoyed. Bringing myself out of bed, I traipsed toward the bathroom. Time to get ready for another fun filled day in Italy. Still, the way the hotel rooms door let in so much light! Being so early was causing me to slumber suicide. Sighing, I contemplated, ‘Five Thirty is way to early for a vacation wake-up call, I’m totally supposed to be relaxing.’ Angerly brushing my tongue.
By Phoenix Rising5 years ago in Humans
Horizontal Hopes
I’d been climbing that damned hill nearly every day for two years. Sometimes I found things to eat along the way, but usually getting to the top was the best I could do. I had tried to climb in the morning in order to avoid the rain, but not too early else all I would see would be mist.
By William Altmann5 years ago in Humans
A Taste of The Past
The last rays of a fading sun filtered through the windows, barely piercing the thick glass. The light touched her face, muted but still warm. Why had she insisted on those windows? They stifled the colors of the setting sun, transforming the raging, brilliant hues into smoky shadows of themselves. What a waste of money and beauty. Dust motes danced through the haze as her mind wandered. Noah had voiced that same thought back when she had them installed. Smart man.
By Adelaine McCloe5 years ago in Humans
The Hereafter Ch. 1
Steve Hinds awoke on his last day with a groggy start as the old alarm clock rang its twin bells like an irritatingly chipper companion. Without opening his eyes, his heavy hand smashed down on it, silencing it. His head was already throbbing, despite the five Advil he had taken last night to prevent this very thing. After a moment to will his empty stomach not to eject whatever was still in there, he opened his eyes to the stained ceiling above his bed.
By Tom Strachan 5 years ago in Humans
Laundry
Somebody on the street is playing the familiar solemn cords of “The House of the Rising Sun” on a scratchy guitar. The sound floats through the trundling cars and to the beat of pedestrian footsteps, wavering and soulful. I am hanging laundry on the clothesline above on the second floor of my apartment, and Claire is talking to me from the next apartment over, leaning out the window like she is searching for the guitar player. She is a year older than me, but no one on the street would notice. Maybe that is why she cakes on lipstick like it is as common as dandelions.
By Brittany MacKeown5 years ago in Humans
