literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Chip Arrives Late
Chip Arrives Late Room 222 of the RCC HEC-building felt devoid of something. You see, though filled to the brim with students, it missed one integral occupant: the professor. Eyes glossy and bodies stationary, students sat listening to the dull hum of afternoon wafting into the dull atmosphere, forcing several normally introverted personalities to partake in sparse conversation lest they subside into that lulling song of sleep. Of course, the safest topic pertaining to conversing with “acquaintances” lies with in the weather. Therefore, out of sheer boredom, a small section of the classroom began to discuss the flighty, hormonal patterns of Oregon weather. The topic slowly progressed into a scientific conversation and further molded into the topic of global warming.
By Shelby Wells5 years ago in Humans
The Victor
Is it a blog? No. Is it a story? Kind of. Is it an autobiography? Almost. The truth is, I'm not really sure what it is at all, but I have absolutely no shame in saying that it is literally all about me. It's more like my mental health journey than anything, so please be aware that there are a LOT of things that could set some people off, including ED's, depression and suicide, verbal, physical and emotional abuse, anxiety, sexual assault and some violence.
By Abigail Valdez5 years ago in Humans
Jack & Tammy: The Party
Jack and Tammy are at a party. But they don’t know each other yet. Tammy knows half of the people there and a quarter of them have fucked off somewhere to different parts of the house to smoke different things, meet different people and order new drinks.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Humans
There's Magic in Ravello
Chapter Six -There’s Magic in Ravello The next day, Jon and I take a bus ride up to Ravello, known on the Amalfi coast as the Music City. We have no idea what we’re doing or where we’re going. All we know, courtesy of the front desk, is we have to catch a bus to get there.
By Stefani Milan5 years ago in Humans
A Love For Stories Continued
Okay so it's been a while, had a lot of things going on lately but i hope you enjoyed my first story of many. In my youth and teenage years i have written over 30 stories, letting my imagination run wild, and helping me to cope with all the bad stuff.
By Lushanya Matthews5 years ago in Humans
Lies
Mavis didn't look like a liar, and Joan didn't seem like one either. Joan and Mavis had stopped lying to each other ten years ago, or at least they stopped pretending that they weren't when they both knew that they were. Watching the crowd rush by from the patio at the market, they recognized how fortunate they were. Hundreds of people trudged by with shoulders slumped and eyes glazed, trying to get through another meaningless day, pretending that they were okay and that they were living a Facebook dream life. The human droids didn't notice the smells from the market or the sounds of the water. The rhythm of the farmers and fishermen stacking their wares getting ready for another busy day went unnoticed. For the two old friends, they saw possibilities, not extravagance but small moments of appreciation and wonder.
By Bob McInnis5 years ago in Humans
Over My Head
*Disclaimer: Random story tid-bit. If you're into commitment, do not read, it will likely never be finished.* I sat with her in the sand, wondering if the tide would reach us soon, pull us in under the water. I thought that maybe that would be better. Actually, to be honest, at the time I thought that there was nothing in the whole world better than sitting there getting cold next to her.
By Holding Hands With Shadows5 years ago in Humans
