literature

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

Long Time Coming
Nathan Turner again tried to tie his gray tie. His reflection showed growing frustration on his face. “I’ve done this a hundred times,” Nathan said to himself. “Why is it so difficult now?”
By Marc Wilks5 years ago in Humans
A Glass of Merlin
"No! Please, stop! I'm DESPERATE---" The taxi sped away, probably on purpose, and I slowed my barefoot sprinting through the rain to a defeated walk as my slippery, cheap flip flops were woven between my fingers with the long strap of my cross-body hemp bag.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Winoma made me think, so very deeply about the true meaning of life. She asked the waiter so politely for extra tissues, and as many containers as she could get. I was confused at first but soon realised that she was rationing her food for the rest of the week. I had to take a quick trip to the bathroom because it brought tears to my eyes; to my heart and to my whole being.
By Jelly B Birthmark Beauté5 years ago in Humans
The Legend of the Gift Turned Loan
A man, Trent Cicino Florent, Down Stage Centre, ‘lights’ a cigar and begins puffing it. If the House’s imagination is in high gear, they’ll perfectly picture the bright orange glow at the tip as he inhales and shakes the unlit (if not nonexistent) match to put it out.
By Martin Heavisides5 years ago in Humans
Bukowski's Bastard
I don’t know if he was really as mean as he made himself out to be. Certainly his scared up face and knuckles and the scared up stanzas he dropped onto his notebook pages like spurting blood indicated that he’d been through it more than once. One time not long after I’d met him and paid the ten bucks for an hour’s worth of abusive critiquing he’d looked me in the eyes and said,
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Humans
So Little Time
Chapter 1: I shouldn’t be taking a glass this early, but then again, I was nervous. Why was I nervous? Usually, I’m very composed, well managed, and dare I say it? Mellow. True, I might be a little rusty at this, give or take a few years, but… why was I so nervous? It’s just enjoying dinner with somebody. Hell, the last time I did something like this, I was enjoying it while the girl next to me was laughing and chatting about enjoying the time of it all. True, it might’ve been a double date, and if I recall right, the girl with me and her friend were mostly laughing at my brother’s jokes, but … it was fun. I’ll leave it at that.
By N L5 years ago in Humans
Care and Love without Condition
Walk before you run under a blue sky The class was so quiet and all students were upset due to one of their classmates ended her precious life as she instantly lost her dear parents in a rare accident.
By Lahari Rao5 years ago in Humans
The Widow and the Doctor
Tonight was the night she was going to meet her future husband, she was sure of it. He was perfect, at least as far as she could tell from his picture on the dating app. His eyes were a mischievious blue and his smile was more of a playful smirk. He had a boyish charm about him, but his button up shirt and suit coat displayed a confidence and power that she found sexy in her men. No he wasn't the first, and he probably wouldn't be the last. Patrice had unfortunetly been widowed more times than any thirty something should have been. Her last husband had been killed in a shooting accident while he was out hunting with his buddies. Her husband before him was her highschool sweet heart and he passed away while they were on vacation celebrating his most recent promotion. Patrice tried not to let the past bring her down. She was going on a date tonight with Dr. Alex Hartte.
By L.A. Kirchheimer 5 years ago in Humans
To Only You, This is Left
So, I crawled inside myself, while the spiteful words you spit, hit my chest, ears, and heart. Knowing you are talking out the side of your neck about my character and wit. Cease and desist with your reckless ramblings. I take that for insecurity and dependence, see, I’m just going to tell how it is. Traveling down this road, time has come to tell the tale of how we met and fell for each other while standing. I was busy chasing knowledge, wisdom, another reality when you crossed my path. I was pursing what God had for me and so were you. I looked around and we became inseparable friends. Taking trips, enjoying ministry, learning more about one another each minute we invest.
By Mary R Holt-Willis5 years ago in Humans
Sabrina Salad
Everyone in town knew the Demarco family, a bunch of liars, thieves, and drunks. I went to school with the four kids, and the oldest one frequently got suspended. The youngest was in my grade and always kept to himself doodling on every scrap of paper he owned. The teachers feared parent-teacher meetings because the dad always brought a flask and a knife. Their mother thought they were perfect children and would defend her oldest until she turned blue in the face.
By Stephanie Watson5 years ago in Humans
Dream Seam
The darkness hovered over Jean like a black hole from the void. She couldn't move; she couldn't breathe. Invisible sweat trickled down her forehead, the feeling spreading over her as oxygen perspired through her skin like the wind on a cool summer's day. She shivered and tried to relax as time stood still and hour hands marched in her mind.
By William Bundy5 years ago in Humans
Changing Lines
Snowfall mutes the roar of the flames on my apartment to a soft and contented purr. I stand here numbly, not only from the cold, and watch my rent burn away.
By Asahel Spotten5 years ago in Humans