literature

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

Story Prompts: #1
Prompt: It was that fleeting hour of the day when the moon and sun are high and bright at the same time. Like many things in my life, these summer nights wouldn’t last much longer. I sat quietly on a…
By Shyan Apple5 years ago in Humans
Adventures in the Sea of Merlot (Dream Date)
Take my hand. I got to show you some wonders. Listen Sky this is my special place. The place i am taking you is the Sea of Merlot. here is where the sea is red.
By V the poet (Fvginaction) 5 years ago in Humans
Rendezvous Points
If you dare, set out by the tenth hour and take the train to the place protected by the mighty kings of the jungle. From there your journey will begin.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
Wine-Mate. Top Story - April 2021.
November 28,2035 Curfew was fast approaching in the streets of New York. Times Square began to lull as I made my way down 44th street. The number of people on the streets was sparse. Too many businesses are closed permanently than ever before. So much loss for a city that was once filled with so much life. I remember the lights of Times Square before the virus. They were so bright that it felt like daylight even at 10 pm. Now they are dimmed and will soon be turned off completely by 8 pm when curfew begins. A new normal that I've grown used to.
By Mandy Raquel5 years ago in Humans
Everyman and the Past
John Everyman, your past is an invisible self. He walks with you. Forever at your side. I knew a man in conversation with his Past. Always. Obsessed. When he woke in the morning, he would turn away from his wife to the one in bed with them. His Past. He would start his day-long pestering of Mr Past. Blah, blah blah, he’d go, while she examined her fingernails.
By Felix Alexander Holt5 years ago in Humans
Independence Day
People are usually quite different from each other. They say that there is something called a norm that tells us how we are all supposed to be. If we fall within a short distance of that norm, they say that we are normal. It is an illusionary kind of line. Nobody is truly normal. The norm is just some kind of averaging of human behavior. If you ask me, I will say that it is a very ridiculous notion. It is however true that some people are so far below the norm that they cannot survive in this world unassisted. Others are so far above the norm that they have trouble relating to what the rest of the world considers normal. Like, going to school, getting a job, getting married, and so on.
By N. Pojk5 years ago in Humans
Stories I'll Tell When I See You Again
I swear I could see icicles on your eyelashes, a raindrop hanging off the tip of your nose. It was a cold morning when you flew into the bakery, the bells on the door chiming like leaves whispering of an approaching storm. Beneath your pale skin were bright eyes, the promise of warmth. Then you smiled that James Dean smile and my stomach fell to the floor. In the blur, you asked about the smell in the air and I replied chocolate croissants and almond torte. You walked closer and I blushed. It was a day I will never forget; Thursday, April 2, 1964.
By Jess Sambuco5 years ago in Humans
Republic
“Ship’s gaining on us, Captain,” said Joshua Biles, first mate of the Crosswind. He was climbing up to the quarter deck where the captain was currently at the wheel. His long coat flapped in the wind as he climbed the steps and, once he was stood next to the captain, he checked his pistol and stuffed it back into his belt.
By Chris Cunliffe5 years ago in Humans
The Americo Maltese Tripts To The Flat Earth.
Before leaving the port of his beloved Buenos Aires, Americo Maltese checked all the equipment that he had to carry on his long journey. An error or omission could mean death. The fragile ten-foot sailboat had been overhauled to death. The tiny converter from salt water to drinking water, the box of hooks, the dried vegetables, the first aid kit and other items, had been grouped in waterproof boxes, duly marked and attached with a system of rails and clips on the bow of the boat. The navigation instruments were, fortunately, reduced to a GPS that was perfectly adapted to navigate the flat earth monitored by the only existing satellite.
By Juan Laborde5 years ago in Humans
Dream Date With A Glass Of Merlot
I smile graciously at the shiny, plastic face of the maître d’ as I sweep through the candlelit entrance. Looking directly into the immovable gaze of his painted eyes, I thank him as I pass. I feel intoxicatingly powerful; the restaurant is an unfamiliar world where I am a celebrity, a queen, where I have some concealed power that fills me with vibrancy and vitality.
By Will Thoresby5 years ago in Humans
Beginnings
I remember your faces. I wake before dawn in the briny air. The sky is in transition from black to indigo, a crescent moon still up, the water glassy in the stillness. I hear from the next bay south the whizz of a small fishing boat; trickling down from a nearby terrace one of the European languages, every syllable decipherable in the quiet but meaningless. It’s high summer, the night is warm. An empty bottle rolls from one side of the deck to the other as I collect my things. I leave you still asleep. Seeing your head resting on a garish swan float makes me smile.
By Claire Emmaline5 years ago in Humans
A Flicker of Candle Light
It had been a long day at work. Every day was a long day. I suppose that’s what happens when you work for a paycheck rather than for something you believe in. I tossed my bag on the desk, careful to avoid the half-full glass of water sitting too close to my laptop.
By Jennifer Knighton5 years ago in Humans