literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Time is Now
Morning always conjured up dread for Terre. It was the moment where she paused in front of the large window in her kitchen that overlooked the skyline of Viridian. The spread of vivid hues across the sky would always manage to assuage her somber mood. But that morning the colors were muted grays reflecting against the throng of skyscrapers as the sun loomed behind thick blossoming clouds.
By Esmoore Shurpit5 years ago in Humans
The Summit
He stepped out onto the stage and a light lit up inside him, pulsating throughout his entire being before settling somewhere deep inside his heart. This stage was his moment and his body tingled with the anticipation to perform. Closing his eyes, he could feel the heat of the stage lights kiss his skin and welcome him into their warm embrace, whispering to him that he was home. Somewhere to his left, he could hear his bassist silently slide his fingers over the strings. To his right, his guitarist shuffled from foot to foot in an attempt to expel last minute jitters. And, finally, behind him was the drummer who was softly tapping out rhythms with his fingers. They were ready.
By Madi Thomas5 years ago in Humans
Traeh
It's summer vacation, Tim, 20 years old kid, is getting ready for yearly visit to his grand parents. After 48 hours long journey, Tim along with his parents reached their grand parents home in the suburbs of Roseville town located in eastern Melbourne, Australia. Everyone was delighted, after having tummy full of delicious dinner, Tim approached his grand father, Jack and requested for story, to which Jack said, "How about we roast some marshmallows in our backyard while I tell you a story about a mythical 'Black book' called Traeh?!". Tim excitedly replied, "Awesome, I will get the sticks and marshmallows".
By atul sudhakar5 years ago in Humans
Priceless
Vicki slowly pulled into the dark, vacant parking lot of a suburban strip mall. She checked her uniform and equipment: coveralls, thick boots, headlamp, stick, leather gloves, and duffle bag. This was only her second night on the job, and her nerves were getting the best of her.
By [email protected]5 years ago in Humans
Book of Secrets
Book of Secrets My True Identity How is this possible that the dead man is my husband; just met him today, and now I am riding in the back seat of a police cruiser! The reverberation of my heart palpitating could be heard seeping through my body. It has caused the officer in the passenger seat to turn and ask if I was fine. Under my breath I mumbled, “Of course I am not fine. You just told me that I am married to a dead man and I’ve never been married before.”
By Yolanda Hankton5 years ago in Humans
Adam Tries to Help
Adam flips the business card over, and dials. He wants to find a way to fund this man’s dreams. Adam has been writing a short story where Camilo is the main character, but he is also someone Adam met in real life — at an event where Camilo was building a cob oven in a mutual friend’s backyard. The phone rings and rings, but there’s no answer. Adam doesn’t leave a message, not knowing what to say.
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Humans
Janey and the Hot Dog Queen
Janey resented her short story being subject to Marlena’s opinions. “Your story is… afraid.” Marlena was just another student in the creative writing class at the community college. But because she wrote about French women and Morocco and death, she often acted like she was the instructor. Her hair was long and brooding. Her stories were long and brooding. “The brass marigolds are abundant. Les fleurs sont belles. They die.” It bothered Janey that she never wore her hair up. It bothered Janey that young Mr. Baxter, in his Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up, let Marlena have the floor for so long while he leafed through Janey’s pages as if there might be some better story underneath.
By GS Grosvenor5 years ago in Humans
