literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Red Door
“You’re staring, “ she said. “And what if I am,” Amelia replied. “You may be forced to try it then!” she emphasized. Amelia had a herd of acquaintances, from work or from school but her confidante was Dina. Both Italians, both strong-minded and both adventurous eaters. This is where it brought them, the local Japanese restaurant. Another moment where both of them were glued to the front window watching people feast on plates filled with colours and shapes. Never had either of them thought that they should enter, just the thought of the food was enough to get them to plan what they were going to do when they did pass through the big red door.
By Ewa Ritchie5 years ago in Humans
Weekend Liberty
It has been a month since he has seen his girlfriend and the idea of a six-hour drive, seemed like a walk in the park for him. As the clock ticks in his shop above his head, he eagerly waits for it to strike 4:30. The last hour of his shift at Combat Camera, he thinks of what he and Veronica are going to do this weekend. Hiking, and driving through Northern Arizona, cross his mind, but he is more than eager to kiss her and hold her tonight.
By Timothy Black5 years ago in Humans
No Coincidence
I had arranged everything in my home just right. From red candles perfectly placed on the dinner table to the towel folded over the holder in the bathroom, nothing was out of place. I had dotted my eyes and crossed my T’s and after I finished checked them again. A friend had set me up with a friend who was coming over for an evening dinner. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was hoping for the best. A glass of sangria glistened on the mantle as a fire roared, giving off the vigor of a lion. I was a bit nervous because the home I love in at that time was haunted. When I say haunted, I don’t mean doors shutting on their own or self rocking chairs. I’m not talking about floors creaking or the sound of chains down the hall. And maybe I shouldn’t even say haunted, but rather cursed. Yes, that’s what I mean to tell you. The house was definitely cursed. Since I have lived here every date that I have had has been my last. And no, the dates were typically not at my house or ever had been before for that matter. My dates were always out whether at a restaurant or a movie. But, no matter how bad the date went or how well the date went I would never get a call back. And if I called I still will never hear from them again. Before I moved into that house I was very successful with women. I wasn’t one to have a lot of relationships... i’m not saying that at all. Rather, I had a few good lasting relationships. And they at least lasted more than one date. Not since I moved here. So I have the date in the house that was cursed? I had gone to a tarot card reader. She lived out in the country and I had seen her picture and a ad in the local newspaper. She advertised first readings for under $99. I was never superstitious in the past but at this point I was desperate and willing to try anything. I remember driving down a long dark country road to her residence. Her house was Victorian, and an old lamppost lined her narrow driveway. When I approached her door it fell open as if she had a lever that automatically opens the door. She was standing in front of a table behind her tarot cards and I asked her in a soft voice...shaky from nervousness..how did the door open on its own? Why I just pulled this lever over here she replied smiling while pointing out a contraption on the wall. Let’s get down to business she said and sat down in a fuzzy chair behind cards with strange pictures of stars and waterfalls. As I drove away her voice echoed in my head. To break the curse she said you must invite a woman to your house and get her to drink a glass of Merlot. Being a very forgetful person I had mistakenly purchased a glass of Sangria, which was sitting on the mantle. And when the doorbell rang the Tarot card readers voice returned to me saying...you must get her to drink a bottle of Merlot to break the curse. I felt sick thinking of my stupid mistake. As I walked to the door my head was down and I could do nothing but gaze at the floorboards. I would never find someone. I would always be alone. Nobody will ever love me. These thoughts swirled and perpetuated as I opened the door. I was about to tell my date that I wasn’t feeling well and that she should just go home. It was then the terret card readers voice once again echoed in my head. But this time the words were different. You don’t listen very well do you The Voice said. Fortunately for you I can see the future and I brought a bottle of Merlot. Now get a glass and let’s put this curse to rest you handsome devil. Slowly I raise my head to meet her eyes. She smiles in a way that I know she is pleased with herself, but also knows something wonderful that she’s not telling me. It was only after 30+ years of marriage that I now know what is. True love.
By Clint Blopen5 years ago in Humans
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 5
Chapter 5 I Spy The parking lot outside the school’s gym filled with a variety of local fans high on victory. And right in the middle of this group, Billy, with his teammates close beside him, exited their coliseum with a long night of spoils to enjoy; girls, booze, and maybe a bit of this or that.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Humans
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 4
Chapter 4 Liar Liar Balls on Fire Billy got the lay-up. The score was now 51 to 53. Riverside was behind. The pressure was on. They had fought Cliff High many times and had won. Maybe this time the tables would be turned. They were hoping that wasn’t the case. The Riverside Raptors were undefeated and they wanted to stay that way.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Humans
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 7
Chapter 7 Love Hurts Beth and Janet found Nancy on a park bench not far from Beth’s house but a considerable distance from the party. The park was very dark this time of night, but the two could hear Nancy’s sobs over the purr of Beth’s car’s engine as the pulled to a stop at the entrance. The two parked the car and hurried over to where Nancy sat.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Humans
Merlot and the 5th Dimension
I died once. Jonas had just cooked pasta with me in the kitchen, and I had been drinking Merlot he picked up at a restaurant before our date. Jonas was a sculptor from Sweden. He was tall, had beautiful bone structure, and a rebellious look about him.
By A.X.Partida5 years ago in Humans
A Mystical Encounter
There’s just something about the first light of morning that brings with it a sense of reset. Standing by the barricade, gazing far off into the emptiness of the ocean, having this conversation, is something she never could have anticipated. When thoughts lined up for attention in her mind, love and romance were always first in line. They were rather forceful as well, pushing thoughts like ‘career’ and ‘money’ and even ‘life purpose’ aside like a gluttonous child waiting in line at an ice-cream stand. It was when she fell in love that she felt most alive. The goose bumps, the deep fluttering that awakened her stomach, the excitement, the kissing… It consumed her. If wise men say that only fools rush in, then she was the biggest fool of all.
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Humans
