literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Southern Star
A field of groves. A small plantation on the eastern edge of Clement, Texas, lived Lauren and Judah; enslaved sisters who belonged to Stanley Hunter along with the rest of his chattel. The year was 1839 and there had been a crop failure from the cold and drought weather in the area. No sun had shined at all and the Hunter plantation did not produce income from the summer. Lauren and Judah knew that they would get sold east to New Orleans. At the time the value of those women ranged from 5000$ to about 11,000$.The girls had just lost their mother to an illness, and Stanley was willing to sell whomever with the most value to save his plantation.The only possession their mother had left was a black book that had been confiscated by Vincent the overseer.
By Jai the writer5 years ago in Humans
The Great Cormorant
With my eyes closed, I listen to the roar, crash, and hiss of waves against the hem of an endless horizon. I hear the quick happy chirps of children and an occasional shout from their parents. I feel the sand whispering past me as I sit on an old bath towel beneath the shade of a molded umbrella that flaps and pops in the wind like the useless sail of a marooned ship.
By Shea Sizemore5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Part 1, Savannah Savannah. The antique of the South. As the oldest city in Georgia founded in 1733, I was thrilled to be walking the iconic streets lined with their massive oaks and hanging Spanish moss draped through the century’s old branches. I had only moved to Georgia the previous month, but Savannah was calling my name. Roaming antique stores was in my blood, and I knew Savannah had to have a unique and eccentric find in a dusty corner somewhere. As I meandered through the downtown area with its hipster shops, eateries, and beautiful park-like squares, I knew this was not the “Old South” I was craving.
By Emeline Scrivener5 years ago in Humans
Prediction Noted
The words are written in a neat, steady hand, with a boldness to the strokes that displays clarity of purpose. There are no blots or mistakes on the page, or any preceding it, the nib of the fountain pen scratching lightly on the paper, transforming observations and ink into history. The black leather cover of the notebook is crisp and cool to the touch, obviously quite old but well kept. The fingers gripping the pen are far more weathered. Age spots and irregular lines meshing the skin.
By Marcus Rockstrom5 years ago in Humans
The $20,000 Chameleons
Tara sipped on her venti mocha swirl perusing the golden, silver and bronze lamp stands at her first stop of the day. She knew she didn’t need any of these items, but the thrill of hunting for a treasure that the tag sale owner didn’t realize they had was exhilarating; the best way to spend a Saturday in Tara’s mind. Sometimes she felt bad, as if she should say something. Something like, “Hey! Lady! You can’t sell this for 2 bucks! This is worth hundreds! It’s a first edition! Are you daft?!” She knew she just didn’t have it in her. Instead she bought whatever item with a slight smirk on her triangular face with the sharp chin her mom always said reminded her of Jay Leno. I know right, way to affect confidence in your young child’s life. As if it wasn’t hard enough to fit in. But that was neither here nor there. She loved her mom and always wished she had her full approval; but then again, who had full parental approval at every moment?
By Jessica Parnasso5 years ago in Humans
My Name is Yilin
My name is Yilin. I came to the ocean with my little black book. I love visiting the sailors at the wharf. They are my favorite company. Since I was little, they’ve regaled me with tales of their escapades; the sights they behold, the creatures they’ve seen. They tell me how beautiful it is to be out on the ocean. They’ve given me logs from their little black books and I read them with stars in my eyes, dreaming of one day making adventures of my own.
By mayah with an h5 years ago in Humans
