literature

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

Gone The Tides Of Earth: A Novel
Driven by the feeling, I press ahead to a jagged threshold spliced in corner of the most distant wall; an uneven, roughhewn opening like a natural cavemouth. Dark matter flakes swirl in shrouded specks, iodized in the stale air. A chilly draft flooded out, flew beyond blackness of what lay within, dank frigidness seeping into bone. Pallid gunmetal-blue glints off the edges of cavernous rock - mirage perhaps - as I step forth, down slab steps unto what awaits below. Inside as expected she is, and prostrated aground, readying preparations with resources possessed herein. An old lady, garbed in a luxuriously coloured robe of hempen twill, feet covered with vinyl sandals; hair incredibly long, running down back in set tangled knots, of beautiful thickness and sandal-brown colour.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
Bring the Stars to You
"Wow, these are thick," Enso said, holding the eyeglasses to the side and measuring the plastic with their fingers. "Keep going and you'll squish your eyes."
By Karalynn Rowley5 years ago in Humans
YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT
I came alone. Again. Why had it taken me so damn long? 39 years! Had it really been that long? This time round, I’m not 19 years old, and it’s not 1982. I long for those days filled with awe, wonder and innocence.
By Lise Carriere5 years ago in Humans
Grey
(2015) Walking along the busy street, the sun has sank over the horizon, the towering skyscrapers along with grey clouds block out any moonlight. I have only a few destinations to get to tonight, bar, food, and ending the night at my old apartment. I had just moved out of my current place, which is why I’m walking down this street looking for a place to drink. I spot a place up ahead that seems like it could work perfect. Before I walk in I breathe in the city around me. The air is stale and the city looks grey.
By John U5 years ago in Humans
The Pebble Collector
My name is Melanie, and I am a pebble collector. It's as simple as it sounds. My complete collection amounts to maybe enough to cover the bottom of a medium-sized fish aquarium. I would place them all into one but adopting fish would require a level of commitment that I am just not prepared to take-on at this stage in my life.
By Charlotte Manley Salyer5 years ago in Humans
Awakening
She was up before any of the others. Watching the sunrise always made her catch her breath. Hugging herself in the brisk mountain air, she smiled to herself in a secretive grin so wide her eyes crinkled shut. The cool mountain air sent a tingle up her spine. Breathing deeply in delight, she let the scent of pine and lingering frost fill her up. Waiting for the morning twilight to break into dawn, she giggled to herself.
By Artiste Syl5 years ago in Humans
Love's Pure Light
Xmas again. I feel like a hamster on a wheel. The same old songs. Like an old friend you’re glad to see is still alive, but soon as he opens his mouth he says the same things he always says.
By Keith Merritt5 years ago in Humans
It's All Real
My chest is heavy; every breath feels like a gasp. "How the fuck did I get like this," I shout. Curled on the floor, tears race down my cheeks, the apartment is trashed, the furniture long-gone, the air—freezing. Seething with self-hate, I question if I'm actually even cold—if I even feel anything anymore. The drugs, the shame, the self-pity have eaten at my soul; I've lost everything; I have nothing left, I am nothing, an empty shell, a broken man. I hate myself, and I know I always will: what I am, what I've become, what I once was, and what I'll never be. I'm finished, a failure, completely forgotten, no friends, no family, too lost to ever be found. Boom! Boom! Boom! Pounds the door.
By J Gatz5 years ago in Humans
IF MADDIE SAYS SO!
Leon could feel the warmth of his mother’s grasp and taste the Sunday feast she would be preparing as if he were kneeling right beside her. He could hear the loud echoing of Beres Hammond played by his father downstairs in the basement. Leon was surprised by how much he craved being in his family’s presence and chuckled to himself as he lifted the boxes unto the delivery line. Right now he was far away from them, but resolved that his family struggles would be minimized by his absence. He was half correct, however he never took into account the small habits and traits he would come to familiarize with. He never realized how much his family actually inspired his worldly views and made him feel comfortable, and now his favorite and most significant reminder of them was this little smooth black book given to him by his Father. This little black book was intended to be used as a journal, but Leon used it to document his dreams and goals. He called his book, “Maddie” and believed whatever he spoke or wrote into Maddie would come to happen. In this book Leon had manifested his brother’s tumor being safely removed. He had also manifested his mom and dad finding a new affordable home after being forced to downsize financially. Now he was going to manifest a car.
By Anthony Weir5 years ago in Humans
Holsworth High
“Welcome to Holsworth High, my name is Mrs Holsworth and I will be your principal for the next twelve months”. This was the start of a new year at a new school and Samantha Read was not in the best of moods. Just two weeks earlier, this was the conversation that changed Sam’s life forever.
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Humans
Wash Before Wear
Wash before wear, a warning I should have followed. I'm finally ready to talk about it, maybe even laugh, really, I just need to make sure no one else suffers the same fate.
By the twisting tail5 years ago in Humans
Some people enjoy reading novels and short stories. Others like watching movies. ?
The above paragraph is illustrated between two people one prefers to watch movies and one who like to read books a lot. While reading some novels and short stories we can understand why the book is published and on what basis it came into light. Most of the authors prefer to publish books on basis of their own life experience. Well books give us lots of knowledge, while we are in kinder garden stage teacher and parents prefer us to read and one good book is equal to good friend.
By Iftikhar Ahmed5 years ago in Humans