literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Ledger in the Notebook
“Twenty-seven fifty.” I wasn’t sure that I wanted to pay that much for a six pack of beer but I needed something to take to my friends’ house later that day and I was trying to strike that bourgeois balance between looking cheap and showing off. It had to be from a craft brewery (definitely not from a multi-national) and it had to be more than four dollars a can. My friends could be passively judgemental… or maybe I just assumed that they were.
By Bryan Benjamin5 years ago in Humans
Seams
Slender sky-blue halos round gaping jet black pupils. “Our ways are not God’s ways,” Bishop Amos Yoder cleared his throat and, staring at his feet, continued his eulogy, “Young Samuel on his scooter had only a half mile to go yet. Then he’d be at his great uncle’s farm, yeah.” The congregation, all beards and bonnets nodded. “Samuel then, his time had come. And that milk truck rolled him down. And it was done. Nothing anyone at the children’s hospital could do. It is finished.”
By Andrew Ward5 years ago in Humans
Beneath the Snow
Beneath the Snow By: Saralyn Lockheart
By Saralyn Hall5 years ago in Humans
The Rós Dubh of Chindogu.
The Rós Dubh of Chindogu 3.2.21 by Ina B. Sentia Her eyes slowly opened but the confusion remained. Where was she? The Florentine open market by the Duomo? The backseat of a beat down, monkey shit brown Mustang? A cruelty-free bakery in upstate New York (i.e., Yonkers)? No. She was still in her bungalow/long-term hotel room rental in beautiful downtown Burbank. Sunlight tore through her window like a Bison greeting the tourist that is hoping to pet the fluffy cow. The groggy woman lifted her hands to block the solar intensity that was hoping to make her eyes burn, and thought “Why hasn’t anyone invented powdered sun yet?”
By brian pelton5 years ago in Humans
Cautionary Tales
Dear Kendall, There are a lot of things people will try and take from you, of all those things, do not let them take your soul. Do not let anyone ever take your dignity or your purpose. I'm writing you this letter because I want to tell you how they took mine and hopefully if I tell you, you'll use me as a cautionary tale, because God knows I am. That's exactly what they wanted me to be.
By Ashley Hines5 years ago in Humans
Paper Money
A glass ballerina that had shattered in transit, a blender carafe he used as a margarita pitcher, and his wife’s missing curling iron were all that remained of the last, stubborn box that had been relegated to the garage on move-in day last year. Breaking the box down, Larry Harcroft thrust his hip into the entryway table, sending profanity rebounding off the walls of his home and a letter fluttering from the mail pile onto the imitation hardwood floor.
By Josh Meihaus5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
“The destination is on your right” It took about a 6-hour drive to North Carolina from Washington, DC. This was the first time I did a road trip by myself. I listened to some podcasts, sang songs, talked to friends, and in-between got lost in thought. My grandmother passed away a few days ago. The funeral was early this morning and once it was over, I did not hesitate to take a leave of absence. It’s been a hard couple of days, so I decided to visit my uncle and aunt.
By Monica Delcid5 years ago in Humans
Leather bound
Ever since I can remember, every night before bed I would walk outside, whether it was cold and snowing, or a warm night with clear skies. Every night I would go outside, and look up at the sky, and silently I would wish for my big break as a musician. Every night, I would wish on every star, I would wish on the moon, and if I couldn’t see them I would say a silent prayer to God. You see, that was my biggest flaw. Desire.
By Alexus Reede5 years ago in Humans
A bid of confidence
"The biggest opportunity in your life to befriend one of your TV idols and you ruined it!" What ate away at me most wasn’t just a missed opportunity. It was the fact that I was scared, nervous, intimidated, star-struck. I never knew myself to be star-struck before. I met Lou Ferrigno the previous year at Comic-Con and everything went fine. This was different though. This was the first time encountering an artists that I held in such high regard.
By Dame Grant5 years ago in Humans
