literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Don’t wait for me
I take one final glance in the mirror; long wavy hair half pinned back with soft strands line my face. Onyx eyeliner borders tightly along my lashes, highlighting my russet cat eyes. And a muted rosewood rouge on my lips gives them a youthful roundness. I look — pretty, exotic even. And the thought of canceling tugs on my instincts, but I brush it away as nerves getting the best of me. The excessive questioning of every decision, from which dress I should wear —or should I go with the pantsuit? To conversation starters and which topics to avoid — ex spouses — has my stomach in knots.
By Anais Margolis 5 years ago in Humans
To New Friendships...
As he sat in the slightly wobbly chair, he found himself wringing his hands and rubbing them on his gray pants. The moisture on his hands matches the perspiration slowly beading upon his forehead. He didn't understand why he was so nervous. Maybe it wasn't nervousness, was it excitement? It had been a long while since he did an escapade such as this. He thought he was past that sort of longing and desire. He was fifty and comfortable in his life. He chuckled and grab a rock glass of Bourbon and gulp it down. Holding the bottle, it slid out of his hands and slammed back onto the faux wood table that had nicks and scratches along its top.
By Cecee Lusar5 years ago in Humans
Coming Full Circle
I pulled up in the parking lot of the steakhouse, parking at the far end of the parking lot. I had arrived for my date far too early, pretty strange for me since I’m usually on time or slightly late any other time. It was 6:45, and we were to meet at 7. I knew it had to be dating jitters. Not just because it was a first date with a new guy, but my first date in over a year.
By Jasmine K. Hathaway5 years ago in Humans
Merlot Man
Merlot Man Sitting down in this quaint little restaurant that I had never been, I sat anxiously waiting for my date’s arrival. First dates always are a little nerve-wracking, but especially more for someone with an overactive mind. His profile read: Actively in the gym, loves walks in nature, and a good glass of Merlot to end my nights while reading and learning something new… and LOVES ANIMALS. Well, I am too (trying) to be active in the gym, I too love nature walks when the sun is shining, and I love my cats. Thinking to myself a wine guy sounds pretty good, I am used to the hard type… Whiskey on the rocks please or I’ll just get a beer, when they order this I tend to launch myself into the future of domestics or a beer belies, but then again that is just off of my experiences in the world of alcohol and men. A Merlot man I like the sound of that! So I presumably order us both a glass of their finest Merlot, I figure go big or go home this could be the one finally!
By Kayla Brewer5 years ago in Humans
From Chime to Chime
The little town’s church bell chimed, much like it used to every evening at 6:00. A day that started miserable had turned beautiful. The early morning rain and clouds had moved on leaving a sunny evening with a crisp breeze. We walked slowly down the street, not sure whether to hold hands. The wind pushed her fragrance toward me, the sweet smell still etched in my brain all these years later. Leaves spiraled down from the trees and across the asphalt road we were walking on. What does one talk about on a first date? I don’t remember what we spoke of on the walk, but her smile, the smell of perfume, and the spectrum of fall colors blend into a beautiful picture in my mind.
By Noah Glenn5 years ago in Humans
Natural forces were redolent of sweet cherries
Bird songs swiftly swallow up the impressionable void within, enabling me to walk and breathe amongst the nature I love so. I feel at one with myself, free of judgement, demands and responsibilities. Free-flowing through a range of smell sounds and the occasional face. Preference being more towards wildlife; however, I will not shy away from hello and a smile. I often diverted from the trodden path full of curiosity and intrigue. Inner feelings would guide my journey; we all get that ‘feeling’ we shouldn’t or should be somewhere.
By Ellenrose Hill5 years ago in Humans
Sweet Home Merlot
Risa stared at the keyboard, feeling a mild flutter of panic. ‘What did I just do.” The blank laptop screen gave her no reply. Taffy’s wet nose nudged her knee. She slid her chair back as Taffy whined impatiently. Warm breezes blew into the open window, bringing scents of jasmine and honeysuckle, accompanied by the symphonic sounds of returning birds. Reaching back, she pushed open the French door, watching her five-year-old lab happily exit. The day at the store had been busy as the welcome of spring brought everyone out. Some were on foot, some riding bicycles and others waved from their convertibles. Perhaps, she thought, it made all seem well when she accepted a blind date from a total stranger.
By Ginni Cummings5 years ago in Humans
Merlot for Two
Short Story: Merlot for two Written by Jamie Hainer (Oblique) Static noises pass and a few stations play when they skip by on the radio. (93.3? ew, I hate Taylor swift... maybe 92.5? YES! I love Halsey!) Bad At Love by Halsey plays on the radio. (Maybe I shouldn't listen to this song. I have been having therapy sessions lately and I 'm supposed to be working on building my self-esteem. Like is this even helping? I'm not sure if admitting I am bad at something will help me work on it, or just help me stay bad at that problem. It's also pretty ironic, I mean, I am on my way to a restaurant for a date... and I'm playing this song of all songs... God, I am such a mess. Wait, I think my phone buzzed) She pulls out her phone. (I have texted while driving before, I know I can make sure I stay in the lines while I do it. It's Cody! What did he say!) her heart sinks for a second. (Cody is gonna be a little late. I really hope I am not about to get stood up. What if Cody got second thoughts about me and what if I’m not good enou... no! I am good enough! I need to believe this. I have to, and I will continue to believe I am always good enough). She proceeds to type a message to reply while still peaking up constantly to look at the road. "It's okay, I’ll get us a table!", (fuck I can't send it. I have no bars, figures. I mean I’m literally driving next to telephone polls and of course, I have no service) She rolls her eyes, drops her phone, and continues to drive. She arrives at the restaurant (I am so hungry and I don’t even know why I decided on this place, seafood doesn’t really hit the spot for me. Cody asked me where I wanted to go, and of course, we couldn’t just go to another casual restaurant like every other stereotypical first date. I wanted something with a little more… adventure and excitement).
By Oblique Wolf5 years ago in Humans
