literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Out Here
The blur of the three-and-half-hour drive had Carlo pleased to reach his destination at the Trails End Diner. He choose the parking spot in front of the entrance, so he could easily see into the small space of tables and counter seating. The diner looked empty, except for one old man wearing a ball cap, hunched over a cup of coffee at the counter. The old guy looked lost in thought with his stare in the direction of the vast emptiness of dry country that bleeds all the way into the Argus Range.
By Erin Leonard5 years ago in Humans
The Quality of Mercy
The eastern sun reflected its rays on the newly fallen morning snow as Mercy Cummings exited the front door of her mobile home, green parka zipped snuggly over four different shirts of varying thickness. She still shivered as she trudged across the lawn to check on her neighbor, an aged but otherwise healthy centenarian. The power in her neighborhood had been out since around 3 AM and she knew that the old lady did not have firewood to keep her house warm in this unprecedented weather. Knocking on the door she called out, “Mrs. Dearborn?”
By Virginia Cofer5 years ago in Humans
Gemini
The girl left the house letting the door slam shut behind her. She was already smiling, knowing that her mother would shout as always: "Don't you have a doorknob?" She passed cheerfully the leash in her other hand and after a few steps she stopped by the traffic light, counting in her mind the distance to the next one.
By Cristian Carstoiu5 years ago in Humans
Bears in Traps
I was reminded of something Rhett used to say. I was reminded of it every time I met someone. Every time I interacted with someone. I carried it with me as if it were branded in my marrow. And I could still hear it as if he was saying it to me as I walked into that bank. “For better or for worse, people will surprise you.”
By Emma Shanley Williams5 years ago in Humans
A Wrench in the Works
Once again, I wiped the sweat off my neck with a rag that wasn’t completely oil or sweat- drenched from toiling over this engine that, thanks to me, hummed like a mechanical beast. Looking out the greasy window I could see the sun lowering, leaving behind the sticky summer haze that surrounded Detroit and its suburbs. The hour long walk home to Paradise Valley would mean it’d be just about dark by the time I finished and returned to Hastings Street. In winter, I’d try and half that by running for the bus and hoping all the black seats weren’t filled by the dozens of workers that poured out of the automotive factory that I worked at like my father before me. Luckily, he taught me everything he knew about machines as more workers were moving north every year and Detroit seemed bursting with people looking for work by ‘53. Despite this, my father had never seemed worried that I’d get a job there, I remember him saying our family would have work in that factory for generations to come, when I asked why he used to shrug and say it’s in our blood.
By Emma Nicholls5 years ago in Humans
Everything just works out
It was jus like any other day rushing home from work to pick up my kids and get dinner started, homework done & chores before they needed to sleep. It was a routine we have become accustomed to & frankly didn't mind considering what we had been thru. So as the week went on as usual there would always be something to throw us off balance. This week it's a disconnection notice for our electricity. As I'm at one of my jobs trying to do what I need to along with getting ahold of the electric company to see if I can get another extension my boss comes and hands me a stack of papers that needed immediate attention. I have no choice but to hang up and try again later. Time is flying by I'm moving as fast as I can glancing at the clock every chance I get hoping I'll be done before they closed. Well it's 6pm my work finally completed & my boss let's me leave 1/2 hour early for working so fast today. Getting it done before our deadline, good job she exclaims. As I'm dashing out the door I'm on my phone calling the electric company. Thank God! I got thru. I explained how I couldn't pay the whole balance but I could pay $200 till next paycheck. She explained that I needed to pay the whole balance to keep my services on. Without any other options I started to read my card number. Deep breath at least we still have electric so I'm a little relieved. So now headed home to continue my daily routines. Next morning I wake up getting ready to start a new day try'n to think positive, I mean think about it? What else could go wrong right? Dropped my kids off, picked up the office supplies now back to the office. As the day goes by I can't help but to feel excited. I was looking forward to going home and jus relax with my kids. Actually it's been a while with the weekend coming we didn't have a archery tournament, boxing match, robotics competition, basketball game or any fundraisers to attend. We can just lay around and spend some quiet time with each other. So it being payday & my bank is closed by the time I finish work I check my balance and see I can treat us to dinner and deposit it on Monday during my lunch break. I got gas, laundry money why not. So I text my kids asking them what they wanted to eat. Nice got dinner, kids are already home & chores are done. I'm excited about the weekend on my way home and then it happens! A car runs the red light & hits me. My windshield is cracked, the whole drivers side is smashed in to where I can't even open my door. Everyone that was around came rushing to see if I was hurt. My shoulder was sore but my focus was on my car. I mean I can drive it home but that's it. The fender is rubbing on the tire cause it's twisted. I only have basic insurance & the driver didn't even stop. I know it'll be expensive to fix & honestly I know I can't afford it. Police finally gets here takes everyone's statement along with my information. Gives me a card with a report number and let's me know an investigator will be in contact with me within the next couple of days. Now driving home as slow as I can wobbling all the way home. Kids come running out asking me what happened. I jus passed the food to them and followed them into the house. After cleaning up and finally sitting down to relax I can't help but to start worrying. How am I gonna do this? I already work 4 jobs which gives me no time for my kids. How will I get to work and back? Do my shopping, drs, dropping off my kids to school? We don't have bus services where we live. It's too far of a walk for them. So much for relaxing this weekend. Tuesday comes and I get a call from the investigator to come down to finalize the paperwork. So after work I decided to walk there giving me some time to think. I walk in and there's an older man sitting on the bench. So I smiled as I continued to walk to the front desk.
By Tna Martinez5 years ago in Humans
A Little Black Book.
A Little Black Book. It was a normal day in eternity. Souls were at absolute peace awaiting their turn to return. Meanwhile, they were radiating love and gratitude all around them. There was sparkling light shining on every single soul, illuminating their unique intrinsic gifts, and enhancing their perfect medley of colors.
By Elia Santana5 years ago in Humans
