literature

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

The Author
Jamie-Rose enjoyed sitting in the cafe on the Main Street in town. She could watch the people go past, going about their daily lives. She had an open book in front of her to write notes in it. She was sipping on her coffee and listening in to some of the conversations of those around her. She was trying not to be obvious about listening in.
By Caitlin Monaghan5 years ago in Humans
Manuscript of Epiphany
The endless silence that permeated through his living room sent a cold chill through Don's heart as he gazed upon the woman that he loved with an unyielding passion. Helen was his bride to be, the only woman who could ever have inspired such commitment from a man who had previously been known for his shallow and fleeting encounters. I've really done it this time, Don thought as he chuckled inside his mind. He knew that this would blow over, but he wished that he could navigate this minefield with Helen more skillfully. "I've got to go to work, Helen. I love you." Carefully, he made his way closer and kissed his fiance before he opened the front door and drove himself to work.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Humans
Of truth and torment.
I am not as tired today. My doctor told me to take a two-hour nap to compensate for the sleepless nights. It worked somewhat. I am not as fatigued. Perhaps, I will make it a habit - taking naps in the afternoon like a toddler. There have been scientific studies supporting this theory as promoting productivity, but I don't recall the titles at the moment. I fell asleep again at around 1 AM, that's usually the time my son goes to the kitchen to search for snacks. I heard his heavy footsteps descend the stairs.
By Crissa Labara5 years ago in Humans
$20,000 from a single phone call.
It's true, it happened to my neighbor, and both of us have a hard time believing it. He rents the house next door from a man who does no maintenance at all.
By Janeyo5 years ago in Humans
The Owl
Whenever seen she was feared. A hunter. Today she sits alone in her home. The bell rings. “Who’s there?” She calls.
By Jade Amber Romanclature5 years ago in Humans
A Dream That Is Manifested
It’s been almost three months since Chandra Alexander was laid off as a Medical Receptionist at the St. Mark General Hospital in
By Candace Sinopoli Bennett 5 years ago in Humans
A Crow Named Sam
Misty had pretended to hunt before, but today she decided it was going to be for real. At ten weeks old, the young fledgling barn owl had her adult feathers in and she was nearly as large as her parents. Just two weeks ago, she was learning how to fly and now she’s ready to do more than just play with her siblings in the nest. Mom and Dad were still bringing them food, but less often now. She could feel the grumbling of her hungry stomach calling for a fresh field mouse. She decided pouncing on a small pile of leaves the wind was whipping around wasn’t going to sooth her hunger.
By Becky Murphy5 years ago in Humans
Grandmother's Book
For the last five years, Sara felt like she was stuck reliving the same day over and over. Wake up exhausted, go to her dull nine to five office job, arrived home drained and zone out to tv and repeat. She deeply desired a creative job like writing. But that was a crazy thought and never seemed to fit into this horrible cycle she created for herself. Her father taught her at an early age that she needed to do whatever it took to make steady money, and that is just how the world worked. But today was slightly different, there was a big change in the monotonous routine that she walked through like a robot. Sara’s estranged great grandmother had passed away a month ago, she wouldn’t even have known this occurred if it wasn’t for a small cottage being left to her. Today was the day she would move into the unfamiliar house, attempting to break out of her disenchanting everyday routine. As she woke up she was suddenly hit with a feeling of dread, like a punch to the stomach. Did she become so used to her dull routine that change was impossible now, was she making a horrible mistake leaving her comfortable one-bedroom apartment. She had no time to ruminate over these thoughts anymore as the movers were now knocking at the door.
By Bri5 years ago in Humans
Whomever Finds This.
FROM THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF SAMUEL REYNOLDS: I, Samuel Reynolds, do hereby claim this story I am writing to be true. I have not told anyone about this before. However, before I lose my life to the cancers which affect me, I feel I must reveal this tale I am about to tell.
By Halden Mile5 years ago in Humans
Love. Unstable.
His face pale, His eyes BLUE... I fell in love, My love is TRUE. "REBEKAH OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!!" The tears and blood streamed down my skin, as I rocked back and forth in comfort. My body instinctively jumped each time his fist slammed against the hard wooden door. I pictured his face screaming on the other side: Wild and red, veins popping out, and spit being disgustedly misted.
By Kyla Lister5 years ago in Humans
Don't Judge a Book by it's Cover
My day started like any other; filled with dread. I did all the things, and played all the songs trying to get myself into the mood to have a day that was somewhat of an adventure. Since COVID, every day started to look the same. Blurring into one another, with no individuality or fun built in. I listened to the meditations about discovering myself as I bathed. "Take care of your body, for your body is your home" it said. I laughed out loud and sunk deeper in the water.
By Kristin Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Broken Without You
My Dearest Ruth, I trust this letter finds you in good health. The thoughts of you and I are like a constant symphony in my mind playing the same song repeatedly. I yearn to feel you, to touch you the way we once did. I am saddened at the thought of laying my eyes on you, yet unable to encapsulate your body with mine. The tips of my fingers crave the shape of your womanly curves. To taste your sweet lips again is the reason for my living. I would love to run my fingers through your hair, pull you close to me, and passionately kiss you, showing you how deeply I care for you. However, again, I must fold this letter and put it in this envelope and leave it in our secret place. One day soon, I will ravish your body and never let you go.
By Robyn Moss 5 years ago in Humans