literature

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

Winning Big
Lyndsey’s RV space was towards the front of the RV park, where the manager also had her old RV up on bricks. The manager’s name was Donnamarie. Her hair hung around her face and down to her midsection in greying waves that obscured her face. Donnamarie seemed to have bloomed out of the 1960s. She wore tie-dye and jeans, and from the management office, a cloud of aromatic pot smoke followed her outside like a trail of personalized perfume.
By Lisa Dryer5 years ago in Humans
The Trials of Juanis
January 12th, 1966 New Orleans, Louisiana Juanis Laton was a child, 13 years old, barely graduating 7th grade. The boy lived with his mother in a small house next to the bayou. They didn’t have much and the most expensive item in his home was a medium sized colored TV. Summer had just migrated in and the air was damp and smelled of algae and must. Everyone who lived in the bayou during the summertime had shining skin due to the humidity. Their skin glistened as their faces were covered in restlessness and contempt for themselves. But, Juanis was different, his face gleamed with hope and his head filled with aspirations of grandiose feats and desires.
By K.L. Wilson5 years ago in Humans
What’s It Like To Hit The Jackpot of a Lifetime
The last day I can remember, I went to a gas station before heading to the plasma donation center, in hopes of getting enough money together to get a cheap hotel room for the night
By Jessica Bugg5 years ago in Humans
The things he left behind
It was blank. Come ON! You have GOT to be kidding. Miriam threw it across the room, narrowly missing the mirror, and immediately cursed her stupidity.
By Julie Hosking5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
There it was, just sitting there. Wedged between the chair cushions. It was crumpled, slightly faded and abandoned. One of the main reasons I like visiting old bookstores is because I secretly hope I will stumble across something out of the ordinary, like a small note that someone has slid inside a book with their deepest, darkest secret written on.
By Lionelle Galloppa5 years ago in Humans
The Allotment
The old woman’s prophecy came true only after he’d forgotten it. It was grim January. The sun was retreating from the frosted earth, moving crablike in its backwards shuffle. The dim light filtered through cotton-dense clouds, gray as a feline mood.
By Gregg Newby5 years ago in Humans
What happened to the Little Black Book?
Chapter 1: Matthew I’m awakened from my sleep by the sound of my alarm clock beeping loudly. Don’t get me wrong, I love being an apprentice baker, but I definitely don’t love getting up at 3:00am, six days a week. I roll over to the other side of my bed and slam my hand over the snooze button. Five more minutes of rest is all that I can allow myself. If I showed up even a minute late to work, Pierre, my boss and the owner of Grand de Paris, would have a fit.
By Tara5 years ago in Humans
Marty's Paw
Marty sat on the same New York corner where he always sat. It was fall, but one of those fall days that lets you know that fall will be ending soon, that it will quickly turn into winter. And winter is the worst when you have nowhere warm to go.
By S.J. Morey 5 years ago in Humans
Memories
Sleep-ridden, my mind registered vague shapes and murmurs through squinted eyes, as if I were eavesdropping on a reality I ought not to see. As I slowly regained consciousness, some words grew clearer until one in particular brought me to my senses. Heather. Not the flower, but my name. However, it had not come from whatever hallucination I was having, but from my mother, who by the sounds of it, was across the hallway outside my door, likely pacing as she does when attending to a particularly stressful call.
By Damon.FA5 years ago in Humans
Where No One Dares Go
They never had storms like this, not in Riley's little town. It had always been such a serene place. So unsuspecting. A quiet hamlet tucked away from the chaos of the rest of the world. However, for tonight at least, the blackened sky above her was angry; unrelenting.
By Siobhan Pickett5 years ago in Humans
A Matter of Honor
It was 1997. I was a senior in high school, eager to venture out into the world and secure in the knowing the universe revolved around me. The world wide web was America Online, everyone on the planet wanted to wear Air Jordans, and I lived around the corner from the Mall of America. What more proof did I need?
By Jim Gourley5 years ago in Humans
Immigrant
Work, work and work again. Just another day in this company. I wish I could say that I like it, but, honestly, it was just one big joke. I remember what my boss told me once:
By Dominik Vladulovič5 years ago in Humans