literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Jazmine's Shoes
Michelle tied her daughter’s shoelaces for the last time, crying tears of joy. It had been three years of bottles and waddles and her black hair was stuck to her face by the wet of her mom’s kisses, and her cheeks were red from all the excitement, and she had chosen her own outfit: the furry pink jacket they bought her for last winter, a pair of blue jeans, and the white shoes the church donated. Michelle tried to keep her nose from running: everything was wet. There were grey spots on the shoes from Michelle’s tears. But they were otherwise unsullied: Michelle was in the habit of cleaning them frequently since Jazmine always put her feet up on the seat in front of her during car rides, usually covering it with dirt. Michelle stood back up, saving her last hug for later, trying not to think about it passing.
By Noah Thomas5 years ago in Humans
Haphepobia
Haphephobia. A big word for something most people would consider a small issue. But to me, it is a lot more than that. According to a lot of people, I am faking it, it is not real, it does not make sense. But considering my past, this fear makes sense to me. Haphephobia is very real and can be debilitating, especially since the only successful cure is exposure therapy. It is the fear of physical touch. No matter how often I visit the therapist or attempt to get closer with people, I still cannot seem to overcome my natural instinct to pull away.
By Kelly Brackett5 years ago in Humans
Short Story of Solace
Here's a little story to think about. .... January 17, 1980 Unnamed northern city A woman strolled through the cold barren streets of her own city at night. She was currently seeking to leave everything she worked for behind and start a new, less stressful life.
By Lovely Lucia5 years ago in Humans
One Small Act of Kindness
The train pulled into Kansas City’s prestigious Union Station, screeching to a halt. As the crowd of busy passengers push and shove their way off, a young man of 28 with wearied face stays seated for a moment, small standard leather briefcase still in hand. It carried his only possessions-some clothes, a toothbrush and tooth paste, razor, comb, and some resumes, along with a couple pencils and a few sheets of blank drawing paper. He otherwise held nothing of great wealth or value.
By Jackie Barrows5 years ago in Humans
The CD Complex
It was dark. The leaves are blowing in the wind & the sound of whistling flows through the air. It’s mid-november & the trees are already losing their leaves. Like a dried up sponge, they shrink & break off to gather along with their leaf relatives. The moon shining brighter than normal, it lit up the space around the area.
By The Kind Quill5 years ago in Humans
Mystery Loves Company.
Death. That was the only word to describe the odor seeping through the walls of my apartment. I had had problems with mice just months before. The building is old, and many a crack and cranny adorned its structure. This in mind, mice in the apartment was a common occurrence, despite my best efforts in sealing possible holes and laying traps. It made sense to assume that this stench was emanating from a deceased rodent in the confines of the dividing wall between my kitchen and the outer hallway. It was so pungent, that it began to creep under my door and wafted into my living quarters.
By Samantha Buttery5 years ago in Humans
