literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
You've Matched
You’ve Matched Piran was fidgeting as he waited for his date to arrive. It was his first date since his separation and he feared he’d slapped on too much cologne, or too little. He breathed into his hand to smell his own breath- he’d had egg salad for lunch. He wasn’t anticipating being kissed, but you never know. He watched the women come and go, waiting for Deborah, the woman he’d ‘matched’ with online. She too, was separated and new to online dating which ‘wasn’t around last time that they were single’. Piran found himself feeling aged, sagging into the red pleather couches at a hip bar, painfully aware of the light bouncing off his thinning hair and shining head. He wasn’t even that old really, just old enough to feel self-conscious in the hip bar he’d suggested for their first meeting. It was the kind of place where the bar staff all had torn jeans and asymmetrical hair cuts and everything on the menu was so laced in idiom that it was impossible for the lay person to decode. Piran wasn’t sure why he’d chosen it, except that it was dimly lit and served a Sophonisba Pinot Noir that he’d read was on trend. He wanted to impress Deborah with his knowledge of wine, though most of it was garnered from reading, not tasting.
By Katie Telcontar5 years ago in Humans
Red Hues
"I used to think that red was an angry color. They tell you that the reason bulls get so mad in bull fights is because the matador uses a red cape. Truth is the red that gets them mad is their own blood. They use sharp spears and swords to get them riled up, for the crowd..." I stopped. The color had drained from the mans face next to me. Oops. I almost forgot that this was like speed dating. Except with art instead of ice breakers.
By Allison Cain5 years ago in Humans
Do You Like Fables? Should you?
Look Before you Leap? Why would a person do something so logical as to look before you leap? Is this a learned behavior or instinct to be sure you have a safe plunge into the unknown? Some might say that Aesop taught you this lesson through the wonderful fables that have been passed down from generation to generation. Through much research that I didn't first intend, I have learned a great deal about Aesop and his/them/their/they/beastman's stories.
By Jon Wilkins5 years ago in Humans
The Story of the Story
"This story writes itself," some consider this saying a trope, a cliche, while others defend it as sacred belief with the fervor of a zealous new convert. If this story is writing itself, then I, the writer, must have been surfing the waves, gently steering, yet surrendering to a larger, all-encompassing tide. No matter with which side you ride, I already owe you my thanks for reading what I write.
By Aleksandar Abas5 years ago in Humans
White Roses in Spring
It was a wonderfully nice spring day. I went for a walk around and park looked at all the beautiful cherry trees blooming. Fed the ducks in the pond and also watched the koi fish swimming. A slow gentle breeze blowing all day. The sun warmed my skin just right. The air was fresh smelling like after it rains. Every once in a while with the breeze blowing you could catch the smell of grass being trimmed. The bird nests full of baby birds peeping. Despite the wonderfully cheerful day, I could not shake the feeling of being watched.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher5 years ago in Humans
Island Art
Mick glanced around cautiously as he stepped through the sliding glass doors leading to Gabrielle's small beach front studio. Over his arm he was lugging two giant reusable bags packed to the brim with art supplies and a bunch of other junk. As she stood to the side to make way for his lumbersome frame, Gabrielle spotted several large brushes sticking out from one of the totes.
By Daniela Arriaga5 years ago in Humans
Escape chapter 3C
Kelly unpacked her clothes she had picked up from the extended stay hotel the family had been staying in before the accident. The social worker had taken her there after collecting her from the Wilsons. She would be sharing a room with two younger girls. They were in a bunk bed on the other side of the room, and she had a double bed. She would get half of the dresser, and she was busy loading her clothes into it.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Humans
Scrod
There’s no such thing as scrod. I said it plainly but respectfully so that no one at the Captain’s Patter could hear me but the frazzled old woman in sandy yellow at the counter could hear me. She looked like a mother lion in librarian glasses. She was not having any of it.
By Frank D'Andrea5 years ago in Humans
Semicolon savior VI
The tears began to fill up in my eyes, and when I blinked they all came rushing down my cheeks. How could this be? He seemed so content with this life, but who was I to know considering our few and brief encounters. It seemed a sacreligious act to commit inside the temple walls, however that was also his home. The corner light being on popped into my head just then. I recalled thinking to myself as I was passing by in the alley “well this is odd, no lights are ever on at this hour of the morning.” He had been in there and I shivered at the thought that he may have still been alive at that moment, watching me walk into work none the wiser. Immediately I began packing up my favorite lemon cake and making air pots of coffee. Food, when people are grieving you bring food. As I gathered our gifts, I looked back at Gage, shrugging he gave a sweet smile and motioned “just go.” I had never met anyone else associated with the temple, and a lot of people were standing out front. More were pulling up, walking hand over mouth to the nearest group gathered. People were crying and the police and ambulance were still parked out front. “Ummm, this is for you all” I mumbled to the nearest young man. “We are from the cafe on the corner, and we are so sorry for your loss.”
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal5 years ago in Humans
Escape chapter 3B
Kelly was nervous about going into state custody. She had heard horror stories about bad fosters and unhappy kids. She didn’t want to end up with that kind of life. And she was incredibly comfortable with the Wilsons, especially Garrett. She wanted to ask his father if there was any way she could stay with them, but she didn’t have the nerve. Instead, she spent the day cleaning and making herself useful. She hoped he would see value in that and come to the conclusion she would be good to have around.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Humans
