literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Taurus
Wyatt sat down on the park bench like he did two years ago to the day. He vowed he would return here, though he was happy it only took him two years. That day was much this October day, trees changing colour the sounds of the busy city around him. His mind drifted back to that day.
By Anthoney Pavelich5 years ago in Humans
Just Luck
Just luck ! Yes it was just luck after all ! Jack was an old bushy, a lean and healthy septuagenarian set in his way and very reluctant to accept change as the outside world evolved around him and lived a humble life as a widower in his retirement, isolating himself from outside influence where possible. He only went into the city which was about 60 kilometers from his home when he could find no other way of transacting business, or seeking medical care ! He used his computer and even with minimal instruction was sufficiently smart enough to do his banking and much of his shopping on line, collecting items purchased from the post office sub branch nearby!
By Terry A. Walters5 years ago in Humans
Clouds in the Head
Being dejected on a sunny day, the clouds don't disappear, you carry them over your head. He's gone, really gone, and while I'm falling apart, the world hasn't even blinked. That's the sad truth, when you're gone, nobody stops in silence, they keep living, because to everyone else nothing really happened.
By Ethan Navarro5 years ago in Humans
Finding Sky
The shrill sound of the alarm shattered the silence and jolted Michael awake. Slamming his hand on the clock, he groaned and rolled over, throwing his arm over his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember the details from his dream, but it was no use, like trying to hold water in his hands. He’d been having the same dream for years, but whenever he woke up, the only thing he could remember was the woman’s face smiling down on him. She was beauty incarnate, Aphrodite herself. That was the one detail he could always hold onto. He had never seen her equal. Her heart shaped face was framed by auburn hair that cascaded in soft waves down her back. It was a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin that looked as though she were made of porcelain. Her eyes were the oddest shade of blue, light like the sky. He had began referring to her as “Sky” to himself whenever he thought about her, which lately was more and more often.
By Nicole Werner5 years ago in Humans
Carmen
I have this strange feeling that something wonderful is about to happen. Now, hear me out—you don't know me, and you don't know where I come from. If I passed you on the street, you wouldn't have the slightest clue of who I was, the writer delighting you in the story of my life.
By Liz Laughlin5 years ago in Humans
How a lost little black book led to revealed wealth
Over numerous years, Kim’s books had been disappearing. Green books and read books, hard books and soft, books rigid in posture and embarrassingly stained, they all were drawn to some secret place that was not at hand to Kim. These losses included the history texts of his degree in history, the law texts from his degree in law, the clinical therapy texts from his attempted Masters degree, his draft thesis in another and many other collections of words, bound and digital, literary and semi-literary. If the school bookish items were largely discarded by Kim himself as an assurance against ever getting too close to the emotional drains which those subjects represented to him, others were simply and definitely purloined. His year book from the International School of Dempasar, his family tree and the computer within which it was stored and each and every address book he ever tried to put together, including a number of little black books.
By Budsy Huggys5 years ago in Humans
The Mysterious Man
She had been so engrossed in her book she didn’t realise her train carriage was empty. Strange for a Tuesday, she thought to herself. Megan looked down at her watch: 7:42 am. The train is usually rammed at this hour. Hmm. She went back to reading. Twenty minutes later, she closed her book and began to gather her things to get off the train—which meant stepping into the cold winter morning.
By Hannah Sassi5 years ago in Humans
Nightmares
Lightening struck and the ground shook, I was pacing in my small camper waiting for the storm to end. This nightmare night after night is haunting me, tonight during the storm it felt like my dreams are real. Every lightning shakes me to the core, the flash of lights flashback to the dream. I could feel my sweat clinging to my light pj’s, all I can see is the tiny ashes light at the end of my cigarette with every inhale. I can’t stop pacing.
By Leslie Strom5 years ago in Humans
