literature

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

52 Letters
Harriet takes in the white house with a bright blue door and a copper goose weathervane. The arched gate covered in ivy adds an extra touch of charm to the place, but then again, the entire village seems to come straight out of a fairy tale.
By Amelie Marten5 years ago in Humans
For What Its Worth
Feb. 6th. Propers’ property. Alan Propers’ Balsam Fir Trees. Under roots. check—$20,000 deposit. conspicuous? help? what to do with $20,000 deposit? Cows will tell you you’re in right place. Red jacket. $20,000. Thanks Al. (key taped to box).
By Kalie P. 5 years ago in Humans
Replica
Sascha was laying on her sofa, feet propped up on the worn arm, admiring her new shoes. They were Louboutin's black semi-transparent lacy boots that finished a few inches above her ankle. A distraction and an indulgence. Her phone buzzed in her bag. She tried clicking her heels and whispered, anywhere but here, anywhere but here, anywhere but here. White jagged mountains pierced a brilliant blue cloudless sky. Sascha instantly felt the cold and wet seeping through the delicate fabric of her shoes. She wrapped her arms round herself partly on instinct against the cold and to comfort herself. This was just her over reactive imagination. If this was her imagination then a pair of warm boots, actually fur lined would be nice. Heavy thick soled hiking boots replaced her Louboutin's. Something moved in front of her. A person, tall and bulky was striding towards her. She stepped back. Why? She wasn't in danger. This was her daydream. The person was wearing layers of heavy white clothing. A combination of a thick knitted tunic and furs. As he got closer he pulled down the scarf that was wrapped around his face.
By Mollie Imogen5 years ago in Humans
The Ripple Effect
In a dusty corner of a New York bus shelter, balanced on a small pile of leaves, sat two discarded red solo cups. “Seriously?” Jovannah grumbled. With an air of frustration, she scooped the cups up and tossed them into the rusted garbage can - which sat approximately two inches from the cup’s initial resting place. It was then that Jovannah spotted the notebook. It’s smooth black edges poked its way through the leaves much like a bulb sprouts through the ground in spring as a sign of hope and promise.
By Christy Rust 5 years ago in Humans
Train Tracking
It was another cold, rainy afternoon spent at the train station waiting for trains that were constantly being cancelled. My glasses were wet from the rain drops that were dragged upwards by the wind.
By Del5 years ago in Humans
Oleander
My knees hit the snow; a thousand fractured moments catch up at once, and converge inside my field of vision. They spiral out my torso, then circle back in all directions, pulsing with blind force like lightning through prisms frozen in time.
By Timothy Ross5 years ago in Humans
Ligion
The universe sent Rennie Gordon so many messages he had difficulty distinguishing one from another. When he got his lotto numbers from pausing a stopwatch and recording the really small, fast moving ones at the end, it made sense that only one number was right because those numbers were obviously meant for something else. His children had grown accustomed to what he called “ligion,” and were often disappointed but rarely surprised.
By Emile Bienert5 years ago in Humans
Until We Meet Again
Jen When I got the letter in the mail, I was shocked. It had my name right there among the family. When Harry died, he left me shocked. For days I asked myself why it had to be him, and why it had to be so sudden. I guess with the elderly all it takes is a strong breeze and the fire within them can burn out. But still, he was so strong. I had cared for him every day for four years at that point. He would always tell me stories about his travels. He still wrote letters to his friends in Europe until days before he died. Always with the same ending, “Until we meet again.” Part of me always hoped that they would meet again.
By Brandon Kauten5 years ago in Humans
Rose Bloom
Shaking from the nerves and my heart pounding in both excitement and fear, not knowing what was to come. I was seated for what seemed like an eternity, hands shaking with my little black book clasped tightly as I tried to hold the words I had rehearsed for hours previous to this moment, attempting to block out the undertone singing of the others in the room as they too awaited there turn.
By Tommy Winehouse5 years ago in Humans
Children of the Night
The crescent moon barely lit the crisp night sky as the fall breeze floated the last dying leaves across the yard of the Edgewood Plantation and blew open the latch of Evelynn’s window seat. As the cold air tickled the freckles on her skin Evelynn smirked at the call of the moonlight that spoke to her soul every night. She turned out of bed stepping into her buckled black boots grabbing her readied jacket and scarf from the bed post and made her way to the window seat of her room. Climbing out upon her roof she breathed in the crisp New England fall air, a beautiful scent that can only be understood by true, “nutmeggers.” It smelled of bonfires hidden in the backwoods, pickup parties in the old car lots, and hope for something new. It was clear to Evelynn that people, like trees, had to shed their outer edges every once in a while in order to prepare for the seasons to come. She wanted so badly to shed the suburban shell she had been born into and run away into the night. The sun had never been kind to her for in the daylight hours the expectations of her outweighed her own plans for her life.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Humans
Operation: Dim Pages
Simeon hated Tuesdays. He especially hated late Tuesday afternoons. Any other day of the week was blissful, and bright. It bothered him observing everyone living typical daily routines, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it was, in fact, Tuesday. Simeon’s day was unaffected by what day of the week it was; it didn’t matter. The only thing on his mind was executing his next step in his operation with his workmate Milo. He knew today would be a success. The operation was dependent only on the contents of the ‘dim pages,’ the collection of data Milo gathered, and Simeon analyzed. Once Milo arrived, they began on foot to station one. There weren't any heavy objects, nothing of value was inside this one. They had a hunch telling them to go further inside anyway, for research purposes. They had enough time and decided to take advantage of an easy entry and finding. Wherever they wanted to go they went. It could be risky sometimes, but the two pals had a vision that had to be met by any means necessary. Milo loved to explore each station he discovered. Before groundwork, when he was carefully locating the data for each station, he so anticipated arriving and beholding the magnificence of his findings. He never seemed to be disappointed. Simeon, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to move on to the next assigned location. He enjoyed his time discovering with Milo, they both shared the same excitement for their work. So, he always stayed for as long as Milo pleased. Nothing on earth would allow Simeon to rush because he too, found each finding magnificent. Station two was everything Simeon wanted. By the contents of dimpages, he saw clearly how abundant this station would prove to be for their operation. He was often right about his hunches, and he was certain about this one, he couldn’t stop convincing Milo about it. He knew they’d see it for themselves. Outside, there were bright magenta flowers. Inside, the walls were glowing excellently. It was so beautiful, they didn’t want to look anymore. But the house was so big, so mysterious. It seemed so pristine as if nobody really lived inside. Dust covered everything on the walls, ceiling, floors, furniture, staircase, it was much. It was like spiderwebs covering the side of a bush or morning dew on a 100-acre field. It was beautiful. They knew this was a treasure. The atmosphere alone magnetized their desire for more. Milo clutched the dimpages, a black notebook with the tips of the pages tinted gold all around. Simeon smiled greatly. There was a photo of a handsome family on the wall covered in dust. They held their breath and they went up the staircase. They knew exactly where to go. Upstairs wasn't as dusty. The sun shining through the windows made the dust that filled the air dance. It was magical and warm. The string hung down the hallway from the ceiling. Milo rushed to pull it down and dust, of course, covered the two. All the way upstairs was cooler. The air felt crisp and made them feel alert. There were typical attic things in the attic. There were attic things such as a typical box with typical contents. There was no lock, so Simeon opened the box easily. There was cash. There were wrist watches. The watches they kept and the money they’d spend. Simeon and Milo felt peace and happiness. This was the point of the operation after all. Successful findings was the goal. They gathered the data carefully and analyzed delicately. They didn't worry any day of the week. They needed everyone else to have a typical Tuesday so theirs could be an amazing Tuesday. It always was. Simeon still hated Tuesdays. Though his operation wouldn't be as successful if they knew Tuesdays were great, he still wished they did. So that they too, could find typical attic things.
By Luckky Seven5 years ago in Humans
Trist of a Tale pt.3
As we pack up my belongings onto the family horse, Stella continues to comfort my mother as a crowd starts to gather far away from the house, curious eyes gazing at us from windows nearby and from around corners of homes. I tie up my sleeping pack to the saddle of the horse, I can see Mother sobbing from my position and my mind wanders to what she told me while we were packing.
By Michael Gaydos5 years ago in Humans