literature

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

Free Wheel
The sound of honking cars hit Kofi with the heavy waft of gasoline vapors. He rolled the window back up and shifted behind the steering wheel. Even with the buttons of his khaki uniform undone, he still felt the overwhelming heat trace its way down his neck and steadily form two yellow puddles under each of his armpits. But he dared not touch the blue monitor control panel to turn on the air conditioner. His muscles still tensed when he thought back on the resounding slap from Mr. Korede after he had kept the air conditioner on for too long. “Mr. Kofi,” he had threatened afterwards, “if you care to act like an Alahji, you can start looking for another job.” When he drove out of the compound that day and gave a half-hearted nod to the usual guards at the front gates, he had thought that maybe he would.
By PamCom5 years ago in Humans
The Very First Step
A treasure hunt! That was the thesis topic that poofed into the mind of seventeen-year-old freshman Anna. It was simple, really: have her friends find a valuable gift she concealed somewhere on the university campus courtyard, and record their behavior. And it was a loving way to give back to the community.
By Danielle5 years ago in Humans
The Storyteller
The Storyteller Though it was not at the point in time, his title, the extent of my knowledge on the man is so minuscule I could not not share with you even his name. Which is why I will refer to him in this story as the man, whom you will see, he came to be.
By Talarah Pedrocchi Roelofs5 years ago in Humans
Invisible
“Invisible” (written by Naomi Irvin, 2021) If you had one superpower, what would it be? I’ve always wanted to be invisible.
By Naomi Irvin5 years ago in Humans
Silver Lining
Silver Lining Preface She opened the mailbox and peered inside. There were the usual local ads, a utility bills, and something unfamiliar. When she reached farther to remove the contents of the mailbox, she discovered it was a small, black leather notebook. She had no idea who sent the notebook or why it was in her mailbox, only that it was there and she felt compelled to remove it. She would open it and view its contents later, if there were any. It was feeding time. There were chickens, horses, and a golden retriever mix, all waiting patiently for their evening meals. They were hungry as usual.
By Bea Nowicki5 years ago in Humans
Sludge Bee
5:00pm, June, hot sun and dusty air. It’s quiet, but then it has been for years. Me and fifty other people stand on the platform waiting for no train to come. The mayor has ordered that we ‘uphold values of normality’ to pretend things are like they were. We do this every day, morning and evening. It’s not that we don’t work, we do. I am part of the crop research team. But we don’t leave town because it’s not safe. We might be able to give strawberries a go this summer.
By Ben Turner5 years ago in Humans
Her Happy Ending
Regan is suddenly awoken by what feels like a million bells going off at the same time. Feeling a pang of anxiety, as if she realized she’d forgotten to do something important; she rolls over and turns off her alarm. Hitting it a couple times before the alarm finally turns off; she lets out a groan; making it clear to her whole neighbourhood that she’s up and not impressed. She slowly gets out of bed and gets herself ready to start the day.
By Jacqueline Harding5 years ago in Humans
Junk Mail
Both the beginning and the end of his life hinged on that first $20,000. Nick had never won anything in his life, so it was with more than a bit of skepticism that he received the news of his “grand prize” win. Certified mail. A real address. A legitimate company. What would otherwise have been tossed aside as an elaborate scam, continued to defy his expectations. He leaned back into his seat at the computer. Could this bit of junk mail be real?
By G.S. Phifer5 years ago in Humans
Cactus
“Into this house we’re born Into this world we’re thrown.” - The Doors My prospects twelve months ago were not what they are today. I don’t just mean money. To be paid to write was an ambition twelve months ago. Today my writing provides for me financially as it always has internally. Into this world we’re thrown.
By Lachlan Bennett5 years ago in Humans
GUIDED
The alarm wailed above me as I typed in the code for the second time. I tapped the small part of my headset praying to hear my brother’s voice.
By Toni’s Tarot5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Little Black Book I should have never read it—that little black book. A book filled with promise and ambition, yet in the end, offers only sorrow and remorse. Reading it felt like a dream, but now as I find myself alone, in a room devoid of light, tied to a chair, unable to move, I realize that some dreams are living nightmares. So how did I get here?
By Franklin James5 years ago in Humans
Little black book
New York City has always been an exciting place to live. I decided to have a fresh start after a terrible break up and a series of unfortunate events but I decided to do something different and moved to the Big Apple.
By EnspiredbyEden5 years ago in Humans