literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
His Little Black Book
His Little Black Book I stare at the pages beneath my fingers and still can’t believe it. Is any of this real? I have to make it to the next stop, my stop, then I can figure this all out. Finally reaching the dark, deserted hole of a bus stop I get off and immediately feel eyes on me. Who is it? Do they know what I have?
By Celeste Davila5 years ago in Humans
The Manor House
Here I sit, alone with you; in the attic. My uncle’s belongings scattered about, collected through time and waylaid in a bid to preserve memories. Sat within a hold to decaying realities and claims on fading photographs of days long, long gone. I will find it, I just have to keep looking.
By Devia Vyne5 years ago in Humans
Somewhere Far From This Mortal Plane, The Devil Lost His Cheque-book
Dead-end alleys are not often visited, especially when they’ve branched out from a tight path that has itself branched out of a main street. Any sane person would tell you that such a place isn’t sensible for a shop, but the book-smart wizard with a wacky business idea wouldn't have any of it. He’d come up with a range of quirky magical items that even non-magic users could use, and he was determined to make a fortune from it. He had of course been thoroughly mocked by his fellow wizards but he wasn’t phased. Our wizard made his ‘Mysticorner’ at the end of one such street, hired the tidiest applicant, and opened the doors expecting his unique business to explode.
By Kian Shayan5 years ago in Humans
Taegong: In The Car
VALENTINE COOKIE's debut single, Love Crunch blasted through Taeyang's headphones. Since he would be working with Gong-gi, Taeyang thought it would be wise to listen to their discography. He was unsure if the storm outside hindered or enhanced the music experience.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
The Girl
“Just get up and have a shower” she thought to herself. Doing that would be an achievement at this point. it took every ounce of positivity and motivation she could muster just to take her eyes off of her phone and pull herself out of bed. She had spent the whole morning mindlessly scrolling until she found herself reading some random click bait article that contained the word shower, a sign from the universe she thought as she scrambled for the inspiration to not be the same lazy piece of shit she had been yesterday. The article described a form of ‘shower meditation’. It suggested that if you enter the shower with a will to change your life and you genuinely believe it to be possible you can exit the shower into a different reality. Nothing extreme like an alternate universe where the sky is purple, and the ocean is made of diamonds. It would be a reality exactly like your own, but with minor changes.
By Lisa Sharny Jones5 years ago in Humans
Taegong: Check-In
It had been five years since Gong-gi set foot in an airport. After a dozen countries, all the airports look the same. That Deja-vu hit him like a tonne of bricks. He couldn't stop fidgeting. "I shouldn't be here," he muttered to himself. Back then, music was all he had. His wife would wake up to a half-empty bed, and there will be one less person on the dinner table. His phone was where he left it by the kitchen side.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Humans
The notebook
“Oatmeal, apples, cream, the paper. Oatmeal, apples, cream, the paper.” He mumbled under his breath, trying his best to remember what he needed from the shops that morning. He walked past houses and gardens, the usual neighbours wrapping their kids up in sweaters before sending them off to school. He passed the sunflowers peeking at him through the wrought iron fence. Dogs waking. Sun shining. The day bright and ready. He passed a woman in brown boots and tan corduroy pants, hurried. Undistracted, he repeated “Oatmeal, apples, cream, the paper.”
By Julia Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Way
WAY For some reason, this bookstore was arranged by publisher. Once he realized this, Luke found what he was looking for, a translation of Tao te Ching. This volume was fascinating, if a little maddening, as the spine was on the right-hand side—something Luke had never seen before—and he handled the book awkwardly for several minutes, getting his bearings. The cover bore a single letter: W. “Must be for Way,” Luke thought. At the cash register, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the book cost only one dollar.
By Luke Hankins5 years ago in Humans
Lost Chances
Every day at sundown, Leslie went to the edge of the ocean. She’d sit in her work clothes, toes licked by the waves, and watch as the sky changed until there were only pinpricks of stars and town lights. Sometimes she’d sit there longer, feeling in her bones that something would happen that would transform her like the sky. She could be bright blue or a sea of color, reflected back by all who met her. But when she left, she was always the deep darkness of the sky after there was nothing left but the distant stars and the faint whfoosh of the waves.
By Kristen Barkman5 years ago in Humans
