literature

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

Francesca, On The Cusp.
Francesca was born at precisely 11:59 on December 31st, 1999. “You were on the cusp of being born in the new millennium!” Her nurse had said, slapping her bottom when she didn’t cry.
By L5 years ago in Humans
The Liblabo
Have you ever found some thing that you were sure possessed a little magic or was special in someway? well I did, I am sure of it.
By Della tel5 years ago in Humans
John's New Shoes
“Broke a damn ‘gin,” thought John Livingston, as he made his way home from work. The rain poured on his hat and overcoat as he made his way up Main Street, walking the four blocks to the rooming house.
By Andrew Nelson5 years ago in Humans
Fur & Zest
Cara stares at the ceiling fan. Narrows in on the furry edges of the blades where dust has accumulated. When was the last time that thing was turned on? At least four fans in the house and they’re used what… a dozen times per year? Do a few peak summer days warrant such dust collecting contraptions? Oh what she wouldn’t give to be hot right now. To be in a slip dress and flip flops, watching the sunset on a palm lined beach, needing a fan.
By Michelle Whitehead5 years ago in Humans
Lucas.
He bit his bottom lip, eyes squinting at the words on the page in front of him. His dark brown hair tied back in a bun, with the wispy bits too short to stay put falling over his eyes. Annoying him as he kept brushing them back every few minutes or so. He had dark eyes, but not the angry type. The type that makes you want to know more when you look into them. The kind that made him look older. Instead of 17, he looked 17 with a lifetime of knowledge. Of secrets.
By Meeka Wood5 years ago in Humans
Bambi from across the street
Somedays, I just sit here and stare at her. Somedays I stay so still and watch her, I get confused if I’m even there. She sits in the same spot across the street everyday. She smokes exactly two cigarettes and drinks a coffee. I wonder sometimes how bad that must be for her teeth. At the end of her cigarette and coffee breakfast, she stares deeply into a leather covered black book. I always assume she is reading, but this moment is unlike anything else she does. It’s almost as if whatever is written in the book is moving. As if it has come alive and she is watching it perform. The same way I stay still to watch her, she is so perfectly still to read the book.
By Dios Mac5 years ago in Humans
SHOWERED IN DOUBT
In the Summer of 2009 Troy Gooding inherited $20k from his late Father Jerry. A hard-working man. Who worked until he collapsed at work of a heart attack at fifty-three. Financially times weren’t tough but they weren’t exactly easy. Trying to save a college fund for their son Jake and soon to be born daughter Ashley.
By Ryan Stevens5 years ago in Humans
The Secret That Lies Beneath
He wet his lips, breathing raggedly as he took tentative step after tentative step; his feet had carried him into the nearby cemetery in hopes of finding a place to rest his cut up, swollen feet. He crossed diagonally through tombstones until he found a quiet, secluded spot behind a cluster of graves. He had by this time stopped his movement and was partially crouched against the back of a strangers’ stone, his right hand idly combing through the fresh grass that tickled between his toes; occasionally digging his fingers into the dirt, all the while fading in and out of consciousness. Soon, he slipped into a deep, motionless slumber.
By Megan Ruuska5 years ago in Humans
The Novel
He noticed her first when the barista asked if she was ok. She flashed her smile and said, “Of course.” But he noticed the smile never reached her eyes. He made note of her order. He saw her again a week or so later when he was standing at the counter and happened to catch her at the drive thru paying for the order of the car behind her. Her breath caught a little when she heard that it was $36 but her gaze did not waiver. He could almost see her doing the math in her head. Maybe hoping she had that much in the account?
By Jennifer Struble5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Notebook
There were three types of scientists in Mollovel. Englesea could tell from the blazer lapels of the men opposite him in the carriage, that he was in the company of not just a tramadyne, but also a paladian.
By J L Debling5 years ago in Humans
TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN
Jim wakes up exhausted, tired as if God had forgotten to plug him into a universal charger. He climbs out of bed. It's his day off.
By Faith Wilson5 years ago in Humans
Lost Cats and Life in the Middle
"Dammit." Seth stared at the gray calico cat mangled in a heap at his feet, the blood mixed into the gravel along the belly, the upper teeth bared in its lifeless face, as if it died angry. This was the third. His mother warned him that the street was too busy. That cars are killers. That he was better off waiting.
By PT Hibbs5 years ago in Humans