literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Final Appointment Book
The book had been so unassuming with worn edges, a pronounced crack down the spine, and black leather scuffed from use. The pages were yellowed, almost brittle, yet it seemed as though magic hummed through them preserving the book for future use. Noah had found it unobtrusively wedged between two seats on the subway. He had just filled his final insulin prescription using his parent's health insurance. In three days he would turn 26 and would be removed from their plan. His serving job did not provide health insurance and at $250 a vial for the life-saving insulin, Noah was beginning to feel the walls of desperation closing in on him.
By Elise Schempp5 years ago in Humans
A Soldier's Fortune
A soft summer breeze carried the scent of farms and fields through Saxonburg, about 100 kilometers west of Berlin. The Allies hadn’t reached the farming suburb yet, but it wouldn’t be long. It was August of 1945, and it was clear to everyone on both sides that the end was near.
By Gregory Berry5 years ago in Humans
The Girl in the Stormfront Café
It was impossible to ignore the girl in the Stormfront Café. I tried my best. All I ever wanted to do was sip my vanilla latte before work each morning. She was, unfortunately, too strange to ignore. The girl looked like an extra from the set of a vampire movie, the way she wore old-fashioned dresses under her black Victorian jacket. A few times a week, she would haunt the table in the far corner, scribbling in her little black notebook like she thought it might disappear. When she finished writing, she would tuck the notebook into a hidden pocket in her jacket, and then she would leave.
By Grace Briarwood5 years ago in Humans
Triumphant!
"Ah! I just love the smell of a brand new notebook!" Making a dramatic sniffing sound, Ranya inhaled the scent of her new notebook. It was a small, black, leather bound notebook with an elastic strap. It was the perfect choice for her Black Book Series.
By Isoke Jacobs5 years ago in Humans
The Journal of Unforgettable Adventures
2 March - Tuesday I found this small black notebook in the old writing desk last night. It had no name inscribed, and appears to be devoid of either writing or pictures. As I like its smooth cover, I kept it. I reckon I can use it to remember my adventures and entertain the crew when we’re wishing for warmer beds and ports in storms. I was immediately inspired to commit to its pages one of my most intriguing tales.
By Katie Ironoxide5 years ago in Humans
The Old House
“How did she get this address?” Michael thought as he slammed the mailbox door shut, jumped back into his truck, and angrily threw the large envelope containing divorce papers onto the passenger seat. One month ago, he’d recently moved from Mesa Arizona to Sedona Arizona towards the end of summer. He couldn’t remember giving his wife the address.
By Jasmine Galbreath5 years ago in Humans
Life, Congealed
After my grandpa died, it was hard to feel right again. Losing a grandparent is the most ordinary thing in the world, as ordinary as the sun coming up, as ordinary as your heart pumping blood, as ordinary as dying, but I couldn’t warp my brain to fit the new space it’d been dumped into.
By Vincent O'Hara-Rhi5 years ago in Humans
Strange Post
Strange Post: An Unexpected Delivery by David Austria I sat staring at it. The kind of staring in which the eyes lose focus and glaze over. People look at me and become concerned, they begin waving one hand, a flesh metronome in front of my unseeing eyes--tic-tic, tic-tic, tic-tic. Then after a few seconds of no response, they begin waving both hands, arms criss-crossing like out-of-synch windshield wipers. Sometimes I don’t even realize a person is trying to get my attention for a few minutes--I think my record is three minutes and some change.
By David Austria5 years ago in Humans
