literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
And For What Price?
Julius sat on the park bench staring at nothing in particular. It was as though he were looking into the distance; but he hadn’t the luxury in this city, everywhere you looked were brutalist deco-ish buildings scraping the sky. A life with a view constantly obstructed, literally and figuratively. He was stuck in more ways than one, both to this bench and in his path of life. Julius knew there was something more out there than what we see physically, but what? He didn’t even know where to begin, what questions to even ask. It was always a shaky subject, and today shook his world enough to push him over that curb and start asking a better question. What else is out there? He didn’t simply wonder what was beyond the George Washington Bridge any longer, but who engineered it, and what gave them the drive to do so? What fed that person’s soul?
By Taylor Long5 years ago in Humans
Sultana
Kimi sat in the laundromat and turned her eyes away from the television screen that interrupted their regularly scheduled programming to announce the death of a prominent Arabian ruler. She didn’t want to be bothered with other peoples’ grief. She had plenty of her own at the ripe age of 31. LIfe just seemed to happen to her - no rhyme or reason, just disappointment and the stubbornness to keep going until it was over. She counted the change from the pocket of her worn jeans once again, debating whether to use the dryer or let the clothes air dry by hanging around the room she rented at the motel. $65 a night and she was already behind payments by 8 weeks. The people there were kind and understanding, but she knew business people don’t stay like that for long. This was not her first motel. It felt like a luxury to even have her clothes clean. Then again, what good would $1.75 do except a meal that would last only one day? How long can someone live on a cheeseburger and fries, minus the soda? She was pulled from her thoughts as someone tugged on her jacket. “ ‘Scuse me, miss.” A girl, about 17 years old managed to claim the seat next to her without her notice. “Can you spare some change? I ain’t eat since 2 days ago.” The girl’s brown eyes looked tired and void of hope - judged way too many times to try to explain anymore, rejected way too much to expect anything good, yet, she tried again. Kimi could almost see her reflection in them. Seems the decision was made for her. The girl walked away and wet clothes were packed into plastic bags to be hung around the motel room 2 blocks away.
By A Rose Williams5 years ago in Humans
Forgotten Dreams
The bed sheets formed a labyrinth around Lexi’s legs, constricting her movement, as she gasped awake. She grasped at what little bit of reality she could reach, digging her nails into her thigh with enough strength to almost draw blood. The gesture was meant to be grounding, but did little to ease the frustration she felt, as the terrifyingly vivid experience she had just moments ago was already fleeting. She woke for the 37th night in a row with nothing but a faint recollection of the essence of her dreams. It felt as if each night she was abducted, taught the secrets of the universe, and wiped off her memory shortly before her return. She couldn’t abandon the thought that she was supposed to remember something. That somehow, her life hinged on understanding a journey she could not recall, and that absolutely devastated her ability to function during her waking hours.
By Sasha Chernyshova5 years ago in Humans
A Time to Write
It was a dark and stormy night. It actually was. Ernest was flying down the four-lane, right in the middle, weaving from one yellow stripe to the next as he picked up speed. The sky had just begun spitting rain, as the booming and striking clouds in the distance approached him one rain drop at a time. Suddenly, he was sopping wet and sliding sideways down the mountain highway. In a flash, he thought about his decision to leave his helmet in the garage at home – not a forgetful decision, but a helpless one. What could his future hold for him anyway? If he crashed and smashed his head, maybe his hopelessness would take care of itself.
By Kurt W. Peterson5 years ago in Humans
The World's Bravest Hunter
The World’s Bravest Hunter 1902 This tale is about a contest that was held in 1902 to find the world’s bravest hunter. An international hunting & adventure club was looking to increase their membership and promote their sport to the broader global audience. It was the time of bravado, manly deeds and discovering the last hidden places on this Earth, so the more heroic the deeds of the hunter - the better.
By Doug Caldwell5 years ago in Humans
