literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

Home Late
My hand shook so bad I couldn’t turn the key. Couldn’t even get it in the lock. The boys would be asleep. I hoped Mel was, too. I hadn’t thought of an explanation yet. The gym bag was a ton of bricks on my shoulder.
By Seth Grant5 years ago in Humans
Treasure In The Stars
The heat hung thick in the air as Sam’s shoes flipped against the ground on her way to the mailbox. The relentless sun had continued for weeks, burning everything from flowers to skin, and adding to her misery. She pulled the red stamped past due notices from the box and made her way back to the dilapidated house. It might have been pretty a while ago but time had worn it down, much like it’s owner Sue Donovan. Sue was nearly 90 now and unable to communicate since stroke had taken her speech and curled her fingers. She’d spent her life as a wealthy spinster but medical bills had taken their toll on her fortunes. “She still has more than us”, thought Sam as the screen door smacked closed behind her. Dad had left them with nothing but debt and if it wasn’t for Miss Sue, they’d be homeless now.
By Chelsea Holcomb5 years ago in Humans
Unexpected Winnings
It was a nice brisk day in New York city, when I find myself walking through central park as I normally do. As I am walking I come across this mysterious briefcase sitting next to a park bench. I stop to sit and examine the mysterious briefcase and wonder whether or not to open it or if I should resist opening it since it isn't necessarily mine. My curiosity gets the better of me and I take the briefcase home to pry it open to find out what is inside. So, as I am walking to my house no one stops me nor stares at me because of the briefcase so I just remain cool, calm and collected while I proceed to my house. I make it back to my place once I get inside, I take a closer examination of the briefcase to figure out the best possible way to pry it open and I go retrieve the tools necessary to do so. I proceed to pry it open and find out that there is $20,000 inside the briefcase. I am extremely amazed and shocked at the amount of $100 dollar bills and now how to proceed to get these bills checked to make sure that they are 100% legit. So, I call my own personal bank and ask them anonymously about checking bills to see if they are counterfeit or not and they informed me that I could bring in the bills and get them checked for counterfeit or not. So, I go to take a quick shower to get dressed, place the money into a different containment system and to head to my personal bank to get them checked. I walk into my personal bank and immediately helped by an a very friendly associate he asked me why I had made a visit and I proceed to tell him and release what I had found and he proceeds to take me to a more private setting and tells me that I have to wait for the bank manager to help me with what I had brought since it is such a large sum of cash. As I sit and wait, I check my phone for messages or social media for notifications and such just as I lay my phone down the bank manager walks in.
By Crystal Mason5 years ago in Humans
Big City
“You have arrived.” I squinted to see if I recognized the building from Google’s Street View. I saw a nondescript warehouse. It was tucked away in the heart of an abandoned lot, and the street felt lonely. The only sign of movement was a flickering streetlamp. I parked my car and scurried to the murky fixture. CC was spray-painted on the door, identical to the lettering on my invitation.
By Sophie5 years ago in Humans
Where My Soul Resides
Whaur mah sool has resided fur eons an' Ah feel haem fur th' first time in mah life, Mah life truly started when Ah moved frae California tae Scootlund.
By Lady Karina Benish5 years ago in Humans
Emergence
Emergence I remembered the time before my spirit embraced the body I then found myself in. For eons, I had bounced around the galaxy from crib to lecture hall to ballroom to bar room. I always felt most comfortable in the bar room.I floated in the Amniotic Sea at the darkest of midnights enjoying the banquet graciously passed down by my host. Andouille sausage, shrimp Creole, red beans and rice, chicken jambalaya, deep-fried catfish, washed down with sweet iced tea providing my nourishment. Dixie beer and brandy had become my favorite calmatives. It always happened the same way. The music of a juke box would filter in, I would start dancing my tiny feet, and soon the alcohol would start flowing inducing immediate relaxation, peace, and dreams. I was certain that life couldn’t get any better.
By Armond Blackwater5 years ago in Humans
The Black Book of Happiness
A twenty grand prize. Twenty Thousand dollars. The price, or nearly so, of many mid sized vehicles. A decent down payment on a house.
By Melanie Black5 years ago in Humans
Afterthought
How long had I been sitting there? It felt like hours and I estimated it had become late in the afternoon, but it was impossible to know for sure. Anyway, he was dead. What difference did time make now?
By Aryca Hillary5 years ago in Humans
The Year of Delight
Tuesday morning’s commute to the office was like every other day, listening to NPR but mostly paying attention to the thoughts in my head. It’s not a long drive but is peppered with lots of traffic lights.
By Tami Traeden Coaching5 years ago in Humans
Driftwood-Ep6
Late-night gaming had quickly descended into a war of hands. They struggle back and forth over the game controller. Neither willing to yield to the other.
By AmDevLP5 years ago in Humans
Minor Gods
Minor Gods There was no time for basking in it. Perks Cafe couldn’t endure Ken Stagman for long before oscillating into hysteria. And he knew it. They knew it too. A single iphone camera’s shutter flash would dash the collective hope that the moment would survive to blossom to its fullest flower. So far, the general restraint had been maintained. The tension, however, was becoming palpable, and emotions were stretching thin. Then, as if divining Mary Murphy’s thoughts while she fumbled in her purse, Ken Stagman cleared his throat, slid the ostensible script into a beautiful leather saddlebag, stood, and crossed the peuter floor. At once, they began following him, no longer with their eyes alone, but with necks craned in awkward bend, and with faces bespectacled with glinting smartphone eyes. As he left, the bells on the door tinkled as they would have for anyone. Those bells, cheap tin bells on a faux-leather strap, bells no one on Earth apart from Beau, the barista, would have given a second thought, now meant one thing only: Stagman.
By Chris Keyser5 years ago in Humans
Learning to Die
I sit in the mid-summer sunshine on the front porch sipping iced tea. Birds are flying high and several bumble bees buzz around my rose bush. I passed my classes last year and I’m proud to say that I’ll be a senior in high school this fall. I’m excited, so very excited. This coming year is going to be my year. I’m going to show that cheerleader she’s an ass. The whole school will see that I deserve to be treated with respect. I’ll be prom queen! I’ll finally ask out that girl I’ve had a crush since second grade. Everything will fall into place once I step through those doors, this year will be different. I can see it now.
By Leo Ray5 years ago in Humans