literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Hidden Light
Brrring! Brrring! The sound of the school bell ringing consecutively startles 10th grader Kiara. The unexpected noise has pulled her back into reality from a daydream that served as an escape from her 6th period English class. Watching the other children rush the halls with excitement as if the bell were a signifying symbol of freedom for all children throughout the building, Kiara gathers her belongings and exits the classroom with no urgency.
By Danielle Latrice5 years ago in Humans
The Story.
Back in the day, I was just a typical kid, doing my thing, as a young part African, Spanish, and English woman! But I was judged at basically all-angles because of this, sadly! But, not really sad, because I have always been upright in heart and that's never stopped me from choosing to be a kind human, and shooting to always do that, no matter how hard it is or how right I "think" I am. No matter the crap social media screams at my mind day and night, no matter what. I mean, shoot, the internet barely existed 25 years ago! Honestly, just writing that last sentence down brings into my mind a different perspective about life. Why do me and all my friends spend our lives on the internet doing nothing much of productivity? Why don't we use the internet like as an outlet for good deeds, start organizations and fight for what we say we actually believe in? That sounds WAY better to me than 6 hours of wasting my life away scrolling or watching random videos, which is why I I now have a set amount of time, daily, that I allow myself to "distract" and do whatever I feel like online. That is why I LOVE the idea behind this challenge, it engaged my mind to see the other side of mindlessness: acts of love/good deeds.
By orangepeachapples5 years ago in Humans
The Year of Reading Women
For my part, I can hardly think of a more fitting start to the much-needed Renaissance emerging from the Dark Ages of 2020 than by committing to a practice which I have previously, woefully neglected: reading women. Inspired in part by the divine Amanda Gorman’s inaugural presentation of “The Hill We Climb”, I had a complete reckoning with myself that it was women, and especially women of color, who delivered us all from tyrannical oppression. I cannot fathom what would have been if a certain orange New Yorker had retained power, but I know that the reason I do not have to try is because of women’s relentless and undaunted passion, dedication, and organization. To thank them as well as I can, to celebrate their invaluable contributions to society, and to nourish my own mind with the amazing lessons and stories they have graced us with, 2021 is the year I gladly commit to reading the marvelous works of women.
By Rose Rossi5 years ago in Humans
DAN THE GO TO MAN
Dan was the go-to man. He was a company executive for Ding, a rival of the greater company Whoogle, which was the name on everybody’s lips. When people wanted to know something, they said they would ‘Whoogle it’. This used to piss Dan off no end. ‘Dang’, said Dan, ‘they should be saying Ding it’. But no matter what they did, their rival company was just too strong. Whoogle had cornered the search engine market.
By jacki fleet5 years ago in Humans
Karma
Karma Ricki was a young girl who grew up on Long Island, New York. Her parents divorced while she was very young and she was only raised by family and strangers, no one really loved her. They were paid to take care of her. After graduation, at 17, she left home and married a man who was 13 years her senior. He was divorced with a kid, but to her, she felt loved and wanted, she could finally have a family. But this man was so abusive and mean. He hurt her every single day, with words and his hands, but she knew no better. The only thing she dreamed of was to be loved and to go to college. Ricki left him after he hurt her so badly that the cops had to come and take him to jail because the neighbors could hear her screaming and begging for help. After that, he never showed up for court and it took her two years to get a divorce from a judge without him present.
By Richelle Esposito5 years ago in Humans
The Art of Folding
There was no cake. The usual tea set had been laid out, fine china and silver spoons on the delicate lace table cloth, but no cake accompanied it, and frustration curled, hot and unpleasant, in Mary's stomach. She wasn't even hungry, she didn't particularly want to have cake right in that instant, but it's absence was yet more proof that her mother was the one pulling the strings of this entire operation, and she hated it.
By Typethreewriter5 years ago in Humans
The Lucky Spot
It was written right there on the inside cover. His wedding day, his son’s birthday, the day his daughter’s adoption was finalized and the day he found Jesus. He bared down, almost etching the dates into the cover as if he were carving into the side of an old oak tree. While the ink had settled into the burrowed lines he created with his heavy-weighted penmanship, the smudges were still visible where the side of his calloused hand had grazed over it while the ink was still wet. Taped below was his favorite family picture from a few summer’s back. He could almost taste the salt in the air and feel the sand under his feet. It was a constant reminder of more simple times, ones he didn’t experience much anymore.
By Kenzi Reid Reddick5 years ago in Humans
"The Appointment Book"
" The Appointment Book "
By George E. VonAllmen5 years ago in Humans
Stan and His Blank Pages
Stan Salanport was a kind, sensitive man. He always wore a proverbial suit of armor though, as he wasn't all that comfortable seeming "weak", though he approached most strangers in a timid, shy manner. He'd been hurt most by the people closest too him. This made him weary of new people and settings.
By Daniel Salazar5 years ago in Humans
Tails
So, it was a day like any other day, I was heading out doing my usual errands and I had a lot of catching up to do on my latest film project. I live in a highly active area and a popular part of the city where a lot of artists and students to the local university live. It is a great artist community that believes in the rights and freedom of all people. I moved here because it is an inspiriting place to live.
By Leisa Coffman5 years ago in Humans
The Benefactor
I'm squatting in a back alley in some post-apocalyptic city. I don't know where I am. I've lived in so many places, I could be in New York, Chicago, or LA. I don't know anymore. I'm a 70 year old woman. All I know is it's cold at night here, and hot during the day.
By Emily Elektric5 years ago in Humans
