literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Jack & Tammy: I'm Asking You Out
Finley, the foster kitten, was picked up earlier in the afternoon by a couple. It was, they explained to Tammy, their Christmas gift to one another. While Tammy was relieved that Mr. Finley was getting a permanent home, she was sad to see him and his little white socks go. Who would she listen to records with now? She nursed her loss with a vigorous workout and tacked on an hour and a half yoga sequence to distract her mind from slipping into a pity-party. Finally she achieved some soreness, and a pulled muscle in her right thigh. The physical strain was a welcome change.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Humans
The Journalist
I’ve never been really good at anything else except for writing, I would try everything at school from Maths to Art (which I’m good not great at) to even sports but I was never happy unless I was writing. So it came as no surprise to anyone that my dream career was to become a journalist. I started at a regional magazine publishing house and from there moved up, up and up all the way to a national publication called Oval View. Yeah I know I’m only a junior columnist at the moment but I’m just waiting for a big story to take me from the Unknow to the big leagues. Now I’ve been following a story very closely brewing in Brazil about the De Silva family, and wondering if that’s where my breakthrough lies. “Look Robert, I know something is going to happen something big you just have to trust me”. I was telling the Senior director of the paper. “Alex, it’s not that I don’t trust or believe in you it’s just that it's a lot of money for something that is still just a maybe”. “But it’s not just a maybe just in the last week small revelations have come out I just need to be there when the big one drops please Roberts, I’m begging you”. Robert looked at me then turned away as thinking and wrestling within himself as what he could say to me next after what seemed like an eternity he looked back at me. “I’m sorry Alex, I want to, believe me when I say I do but I need you here instead of out there in Brazil chasing something that could turn out to be a hoaxes” I was lost for words. I just stared at him, how could he say that it's like I have ever asked him for anything never pleaded with him so hard for anything. I had been there a whole year and never had a story catch me with such conviction that I sometimes felt I couldn’t breath. “Ok Robert” I said so sad and rejected, I left his office and picked up my jacket “Where are you going Alex?” Asked my only friend in the world Anna Cross, She was a Senior writer who had joined exactly a year before me. “I need some air” I said feeling angry,sad and deflated. As I stood outside watch the world go past I wondered what was my place in it?, What was I brought into the world to do?. I had always felt it was writing, What else was I good at?” “Ring,ring” my phone rang stoping my flow of thought “Alex, you need to get back in the office right now!” Robert shouted down the phone and then cut the call. He had never called me like that. As soon as I got into the building Robert was waiting for me at his office door “Please come in and take a seat” he said as he closed the door behind me. “Robert if this has anything to do with me storming out of the office I’m sorry, I promise it will never happen again”. Robert sat down opposite me and looked right into my eyes “The reason I called you back in here was to tell you your right Alex, it is time for me to trust you more , so pack your bags your going to Brazil tomorrow morning”. I was stunned, I couldn’t believe it. My inner journalist was telling me to question his sudden change of mind but he was saying what I wanted to hear so I simply said “ Thank you Robert, I won’t let you down” he simply nodded. As I walked out of his office to go and prepare for my trip I had no idea just how vastly my life was about to change, nothing could have prepared me for what was transpire in Brazil.
By Siya A. Jay5 years ago in Humans
I Remember
I will never forget the day when my parents brought me to view the bare bones of our soon-to-be home. It is a day forever etched into my mind. For it was a day that seemed to bring forth life, as well as the remainder of death. The home was in its final days before birth, but as I stood ahead of it, a shadow lingered throughout the open walls. It watched us, watched me, as I watched it, greeting it with a smile. At that moment, I never thought that that shadow would completely alter my reality in life. The instant we acknowledged each other’s presence, we became bound.
By Jordan Gabriel Clark5 years ago in Humans
The Best Of A Forbidden Love
Chapter 1 My name is Melody. I was born in a castle that has long been forgotten as well as the era of time, and such a beautiful time it was. My mother had passed at such a young age after I was born that I remember her not. I do, however, remember one particular time of when I was just eight years old. A green pasture so big and so wide that I could see an endless stretch of land. The bluest of skies that day, was beyond as beautiful as I had ever seen it. And in the far distance of the castle grounds, I could see a long stretch of a blooming forest of Cherry Blossom Trees surrounding the largest pond of water that I was all too familiar with.
By AzteckPrincess265 years ago in Humans
No Surprises
Annie - 2002 Common Scents Creative was booming. Annie had more than 125 freelancers and contract designers, writers, web and content consultants working on 30 projects, including the Kelvingrove Museum, the West End Festival, and the Glasgow Rangers. The quant office on Hanover, a block from GOMA and George Square, was becoming cramped, but “that was part of the charm,” explained Annie, “give clients and freelancers a bit of chaos to add to credibility.” While Tesco and Marks were way out of her league, CSC turned about £4 Million in business, which allowed for a too extravagant and indulgent lifestyle. Partying at West End clubs, attending late night (early morning) theatre in the tunnels under Central Station, and using ‘recreational’ drugs on the Green with some dangerous characters was a typical week. “Go hard and sleep on Sunday or when I’m dead,” was her mantra.
By Bob McInnis5 years ago in Humans
Tara's Book
It was probably the dumbest thing ever, not that anyone would agree with Tara. That probably didn’t matter, either. Because Tara knew the truth. She sat perfectly low, perfectly still in the back of the classroom. In a corner behind a few boxes so that she’d not be noticed, but by a window so that she could notice everything.
By Nicole Stin5 years ago in Humans
Earl Grey
When I was a young girl, winter was my absolute favorite. I would look out the window and watch the little flakes of snow falling gently and gracefully from the cloudy gray sky. As soon as I’d walk outside, the crisp air would hit my skin and fill my lungs with a sharpness that is distinct to winter. White, fluffy, and cold, my mittened hands would pick the snow up and mold it into many different shapes and creatures. I would make snowballs to throw at my neighbors as they passed by and my parents when they would come out to check on me. I’d sculpt a throne and pretend like I was the princess of the universe. I’d make snowmen and horses and build a whole world where I was the ruler and everything was as I wanted it to be.
By Haily King5 years ago in Humans
