literature

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

Paper Confidant
It only took a few minutes, running across the street to the gas station, but in that time the sun had disappeared, and the rain had begun to pour. I scurried out of the store and across the parking lot, bag of snacks in hand, only to be stopped at the cross walk by a slew of drivers speeding by, undeterred by impeded visibility.
By Yahne5 years ago in Humans
Albert’s Resolution
Albert plopped down on a park bench to rest for just a moment. He had just finished one lap around the park jogging path and was exhausted. His new year’s resolution in full force; however, he was already having doubts. Albert gazed over his right shoulder to survey his surroundings and as his head periscoped back towards the path he was to endure; I don’t want to, I really don’t want to, he thought, he caught a glimpse of It, from his periphery vision. It was just sitting there, on the other side of the bench, dusty, and slightly stained in the corners where the original luster of the cover material had been worn away from use. A notebook. A black note book, just the right size to fit snuggly between curled fingers and the palm of its owner. Albert was delightfully distracted from his New Years desolation, err, resolution.
By Loren Wilson5 years ago in Humans
The Trade
Two severed rabbit heads were mounted above the door frame of the Crystal Shelter, facing opposite directions of each other viewing the left and right flank of the entrance. The head on the right, which was facing Eloise and Olivia bore an expression suggesting it was still processing its transformation from living creature to taxidermy ornament.
By Jeff Hernandez5 years ago in Humans
The Empty Boat Down Ternham Way
I've always preferred running outdoors. It gives you the feeling of going somewhere, even if it's nowhere in particular. You secretly hope to discover something new. There's a canal that cuts through Ternham way. It's fringed by far reaching trees that seem to peer at their own liquid reflections when the water's still, even as they move with the breeze. The dirt path lining it was the perfect running route.
By Nessy Writer5 years ago in Humans
These Secrets Aren't My Truth
When you suggest we peek through the cracked front door to make sure everything is okay, I pause. The cadence of your rushed syllables meets the gossamer from my icy sigh. We are almost home, I think, as I stand next to you on the sidewalk, parallel to a row of houses. Your eyes plead with me, a palpable urgency. I put my hands in my jacket, feel the alcohol warming my insides, release another sigh. It is late, the bar closed, and I want to go home.
By Shelby Newsome5 years ago in Humans
How to Take Back What You’ve Lost
Date: 02/27/16 Title: Of course this would be how I'm introduced to my last living family member: a will. I’ll start this journal how I start all my others and preface with my intent:
By Lily Stanton5 years ago in Humans
Saffron
Jimmy, Johnny and Joey’s lives changed forever. At 2:07am on Saturday June 15th, 1984 a sinkhole swallowed their neighborhood. They snuck out of their homes the night before to raise hell in the city. They were 17. Best friends since kindergarten they couldn’t believe their eyes.
By Buck Bracey5 years ago in Humans
Curious Little Find
My mother recently passed, and her lawyer had contacted me requesting a meeting regarding her Will. I arrived in the downtown area early and with time on my hands, I decided to wonder around this little bookstore I found tucked back between its towering neighbors; like a child hiding behind its mother. Dust danced in a weak stream of light that ushered me in the door. The musty scent aged books give off comforts me as I peruse the shelves hoping to find something of interest. I happen upon this black, label less, journal. My interest now peaked, I flipped through the pages when I noticed the time. I quickly made my way to the counter to purchase my find and headed out to my meeting.
By 5 years ago in Humans
Discovery
Part 1 Thick smoke rolled all around them, the boys giggling and all of them coughing, the smell of burning dung filling all the space in their noses. Esmerelda knew it was James, he was always getting in trouble with the sisters by pulling pranks, telling stories and making people laugh, but she was pretty sure this time they would break the stick on him. Jack and Agnes, her best friends, grabbed her and they ran from the fire while others ran towards it with buckets of water.
By Rhiannon Davis5 years ago in Humans
As it's Written
The man took a long sip before spitting half the drink back in the cup. The barista had gotten his order wrong. It was always the same barista who got his order wrong. And another Chai Tea. He didn’t understand. Did he look like a man who drank Chai Tea?
By Peter Voith5 years ago in Humans
Pages for Not
Another day at the construction site, and as most days go it wasn’t a bad one. The weather was decent, the material made it on the barge this morning screaming job security. If you’d asked me what I would be doing after graduation I wouldn’t have said leading a construction crew, but you have to do what you gotta’ do to get by.
By Joshua Partridge5 years ago in Humans
Dahlia
The girl runs her fingers down the side of the thin mattress, her tiny nails catching on the worn fabric of the sheet. Her hand travels a scant foot below her pallet and then across the floor in search of the found treasure she placed there the night before, just before her mother turned off the light, just before her older sister, told her to lie still now!
By Graci and Mr. Lee5 years ago in Humans