literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Morality Shaken
She won… SHE WON! My roommate who knows nothing about art, won the painting contest. As I watch her open the letter in excitement, I feel enraged. I worked hard. I put in effort and time and SHE won. She worked on her piece for five minutes. Literally doing nothing. As she pulled out the check of twenty thousand dollars, I stormed out.
By Shyan Apple5 years ago in Humans
The Tack Trader
The barn was cold for an April morning here. The smell of bran mash and alfalfa was the stuff dreams were made of. In the third stall down, on the left, Travis sat with a sorrel mare named Kite. He carefully picked the excess of her chestnuts off of her right front leg. The crunch of hay, and the picking of the boney growth, was all that could be heard.
By Dena Danzig5 years ago in Humans
Goodbye, Mr B
Struggling to his feet and pushing his bent wire-rims back up his bloodied nose, Arthur Bletchley was overcome with the unbearable feeling that everything in his life up until that moment had been a sham, a farce, an extravagant charade – and not the kind that he liked to play at dinner parties.
By Joseph George5 years ago in Humans
My Little Black Book
This incredible story begins in 2019, after I had my first premonitory dream. To be honest, I don’t know if it was my dream which was premonitory or if it was the little black book in which I wrote that dream that was magical. Anyway, all I know is that since I started using this notebook, I’ve realised that all my dreams were coming true!
By Astrid NORDIN5 years ago in Humans
What’s Your Bookish Love Language?
It’s almost a quarter of a century since Gary Chapman’s The Five Love Languages was published, and the book has helped countless couples understand each other better. The idea is that we all have certain ways we naturally prefer to receive love, and we sometimes assume, without even realising we are assuming it, that the people in our lives long for the same things we do — whether that’s regular date nights, long letters of appreciation, or small but thoughtful gifts. We may think we are giving love, but they may not feel they are receiving it — and vice versa. Since the original book, there have been various other editions published, to help us love our kids, our teens, and our friends, in the way that they receive love best.
By Claire Amy Handscombe5 years ago in Humans
Black Depth
The darkness echoed in hymn. The sadness in its song, the longing. It reached out into the abyss hoping to be found, to be noticed. It had looked a sorry sight when I found it, a most peculiar finding. I felt an overwhelming ache in my ribcage, that crawled between my bones and pressed softly against my chest. But I couldn’t take my eyes away, not even for a second. It was there, on the ground. Some decaying leaves had covered the corners with their skeleton veins and it had a tear down the side, as if it had been thrown so violently away that I could almost feel its sorrow pulse through the veins in my wrists. Rejected by its owner. I knelt down in the dust, the ash. The fire had stopped burning yesterday and the only thing that could be found through the greying haze of a once beautiful blaze was this. This small black book that looked like coal and ruin. Its pages were held together protectively by a single elastic strap.
By Beca Harris5 years ago in Humans
Trist of a Tale
The light gently showed through the rust-colored leaves above my head, the crisp wind flinging the loose leaves into the air and out of view. I could hear the other children laughing in the background along with Durn’s hammer striking an iron tool of some sort, driving his hammer rhythmically onto the metal, sharply ringing through the air. Although I should be brushing out the horses’ manes, the breeze called to me, and before I knew it I was resting beneath the big oak by Marion’s place. My eyes grew ever heavier and I felt my view of the sky disappear under my eyelids.
By Michael Gaydos5 years ago in Humans
