literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Obsession
I hadn’t been in New York City for very long but the sprawl of the metropolitan landscape and the lights, especially at night, had captured my imagination and attention like no place ever had. I was raised in upstate New York, in a rural town just south of the great Lake Ontario. It was beautiful country and my father was an apple farmer. He had managed to parlay the fruits of the land into a respectable income that had allowed our family to have an upper middle-class experience in the setting of a lower middle-class community. My best friend from college, Vicki, had joined me in my quest to move to NYC and we were fast friends and roommates since moving to the city.
By Carol Cornwell Strickland5 years ago in Humans
A Summer Dream
My names Amelia and this is the story about how I found and lost $20,000. I suppose I should probably start at the beginning. It starts on a beautiful summer day in July. Lincoln is going back to normal after the beloved 4th of July festivities that happen in the town square. It is warm, but it isn’t hot because there is a subtle cross breeze that sweeps over town. My friends and I are at the popular swimming hole: staple rock. We are sitting on the rock drinking wine coolers and relaxing under the summer sun. My friend Julie stands up abruptly and asks, “can we go? I’m getting hot.”
By Anita Mary Amell5 years ago in Humans
Incarnate
A young woman made her way down the steep embankment towards the pier. She wore a light sundress, with a faded flower pattern. It was mostly white, with blues and yellows scattered across. She carried a small bag that looked very thin, the design long gone to sun damage. She had a wearied look about her. She looked like she had just walked several miles to get here, and by the way her shoes, slip on flats, were covered with dirt and mud, it was clear that she walked more miles than she was prepared for.
By A F Kraven5 years ago in Humans
The Notebook
My fingers caress it, cherishing the worn warm softness of the oilcloth cover, delighting in the familiarity of feel, the slight unevenness here and there from time spent nestled in bags, pockets, or pressed against erratic surfaces. This paper child of mine, which once was lost but now is found, is filled with memories both tangible and ephemeral… It’s witness to a journey, an adventure, a transformation.
By Anna Lindsay5 years ago in Humans
BY THAT SIN FELL THE ANGELS
He was almost certain it took just as long for him to turn the bed down, as it did for her to make it; at least, that’s what he told himself. He’d seldom had to make it because he always left for work before she was awake. It was only fair he should turn it down every night, he supposed.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Humans
The Notebook
The bus doors screech open. Anna settles into an empty seat by the window and watches Franky close up the diner. The neon pink Ruby's Diner sign flickers across puddles left behind from the afternoon rain. As the bus drives away, Anna catches a glimpse of her reflection in the window. The bags under her eyes are deep and gray, and a few strands of hair have loosened from her ponytail. She brushes them away with her fingers and smells the scent of grease and butter lingering on them.
By Shivani Bhakta5 years ago in Humans
Starting Over
She awoke, as she had every morning for the last few days, to the sounds of the birds chirping noisily welcoming a new day. But it was the smell of stale, molding hay from the loft that brought her completely out of her pleasant dream and back to reality. She stretched, opened her eyes and gazed at the barn roof with the faint glow of the morning sun coming through the cracks. She knew that she needed to be moving on. An old abandoned barn was no place to spend the winter, but she still had no idea where she should go from here.
By Teresa D Heard5 years ago in Humans
