literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Rotten Phish
Gawd, I hate asking for favors. Hate it. The dictionary will tell you that a favor is “an act of kindness beyond what is due or usual.” That’s not what a favor is. A favor is a stench. It’s an odor. I call it Favor Funk™. I’ve trademarked the phrase because there are days when I feel like I have a monopoly on favors and funk.
By Ahmad Jordan5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Riley walked out the bank frustrated with how her meeting went. A small loan is all she needed to help get her bakery started. Collateral the rude man said, “We don’t just give out loans to anyone, we need collateral”. She would show him, she would show everyone in that fancy bank. Deep in thought Riley did not see the black book on the ground and stepped on it which caused her to slip and fall. Who left this here she asked herself; there was no name, no address, nothing to say who it belonged too. Riley sat on a bench in the park and flipped through the black book wondering what it was and how it ended up in the street. There was a string of numbers on the first page that read 89414; underneath the numbers was a location. That is odd Riley thought, must be some weird meeting. She stuffed the black book back into her bag and headed to the library.
By Rebecca Hackney5 years ago in Humans
3 Great Novels by Isaac Bashevis Singer
I adore the novels of Isaac Bashevis Singer. The way he writes about how the Jewish identity is intertwined with the individual no matter where they are or what they are doing is absolutely brilliant. These strange human relationships which rely on codependence that end up being a mixture of emotions that range from sorrow all the way to grief all the way to happiness and even confusion. The books of Isaac Bashevis Singer often consider the question of what builds the identity in realistic terms: is it culture? is it background? is it upbringing? is it legacy? There are so many componenets and not all of them are wholeheartedly helpful to the individual.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Humans
The Doc Martens
It was the early 1990s. I was in my twenties and not exactly miserable, but not happy either. My world was changing too fast, and the change was precipitated by too much loss for such a young heart. My days were full of routines that felt alien to who I thought I wanted to be, but I didn’t know how to become anyone else or fight the inertia. Get up, go to work, go to night classes at the local City College, after class maybe get a drink with friends, but more often go home and watch television and then bed. That is if no one was in the hospital; otherwise, after work, I would head to the hospital to sit with whichever ailing loved one it was; my uncle (AIDS), my father (AIDS), my best friend (brain aneurism), my aunt (another surgery). Or on the weekend, maybe there was another funeral or memorial to go to or a family friend who needed comfort and company. It was the 1990s, and death was practically de regueur.
By Laylah Muran de Assereto5 years ago in Humans
Faded Print
I started working with Mrs. Edmunds as a favor to a neighbor that was working as a private duty nurse and could not do both jobs. Mrs. Edmunds didn't need a nurse really, she was actually in very good shape and health for a woman in her 90s. Octavia Claire Edmunds was a wealthy widow that did not have family in the area and they didn't seem too eager to ensure if their stepmother/step-grandmother was fairing well.
By Nykia Threlkeld5 years ago in Humans
Wet Socks
It was the lack of shoes that had paved the path of most of her life. Not that she hated shoes, quite to the contrary, but rather just not wearing them seemed to be the thread that one could follow through the majority of her life. Not quite as dramatic as the guy who builds homes in his bare feet, risking stubs and mud on the job site. And not like Tammy Duckworth whose prosthetics are their own special kind of shoes. Or certainly not a dramatic as Simone Biles whose tiny, naked feet launch her into the stratosphere while she flips and spins to her hearts content.
By Susanne Williams5 years ago in Humans
