literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
How to Date a Celebrity
Your POV I was getting ready to do my morning routine for my days off. I had no shoots to do and no casting calls to go to. I was free to laze around. I start making coffee for myself and turn on the radio as I do. I hear my phone buzz and glance at it, seeing that it was my "boss" aka best friend. I ignore it and grab my mug from the top cabinet. I pour my coffee until I hear my 7 Rings ringtone play. I pick it up and see it was my best friend calling. I answer with an attitude.
By Dragon Savior5 years ago in Humans
Visions Of A Blood Moon
Dear Friend, I wanted to share with you an excerpt of a story I plan to finish one day that I have dubbed The Chronicles of Night. This is the first view we get of the characters Rainn and Pyrrha. They are not a human couple as you will see, however they are also not what one might initially think. They are one of my favourite character pairings in all my stories. My OTP as one might say.
By The Perks of Being A Blogger5 years ago in Humans
Escape
“See you guys next time.” I yelled to my friends as I got my coat and walked out of the bar. The cold night air hit me hard and sobered me up immediately. So much for a good time. I grunted and pulled my collar up higher, letting my reality sink back in. As I walked home, I tried envisioning what would happen this time when I walked through the door. It could never be a “Hi, honey how was your day?” or a “So glad you’re home.” I picked up the pace, maybe he’s still out and I can get home before him. Tonight is cardio it normally takes him longer. With hope in sight and the house in front of me, I open the door. Peeking inside, I see Eugene standing there...arms crossed...waiting.
By Sabrina Rios5 years ago in Humans
Purpose Free of Reason
Little Stevie never asked about the content of the boxes. It wasn’t his business. Besides, he liked contenting himself with other affairs, more pressing to him than what exactly it was that he was transporting. One of those affairs was his cat’s well-being. Queenie, the old ragdoll cat he had cared for since she was but a kitten, purred in the passenger seat as he did his weekly routine. So with the wind blowing through his hair and Queenie’s fur, and the soothing tunes of Bradley Nowell playing at a low volume through his car’s speakers, he made the usual five-hour drive from Kelly Bay all the way to the forgotten town of Misserville for the drop off.
By Alex Barbu5 years ago in Humans
Home
I had always felt different from others, but for the first time ever, I could understand why. I was weird. Beyond weird, I was slightly crazy and I could feel it. As I walked through the town I grew up in, an odd sense of nostalgia washed over me as I saw the familiar decorations being hung up by the corner pharmacy and the florist across the street. The spooky feel in the air around me told me just what time of year it was. I continued walking the familiar path, passing by the old bar to the street I grew up on. Turning onto it, I looked down it to where home was.
By Kelly Brackett5 years ago in Humans
The Rabbit Hole Gang
The depressed alcoholic reached for his sip of coffee across from me his glare was on the words in front of him, it felt like the weather outside had changed dramatically to reflect his mood and would have been better if she had been victorious. The three friends sad watching the ghastly conditions outside. On the path returning home he asked for £40 unaware that he had spent the entire of his employment benefit on booze in the last few months he asked her for more money and complained about a stomach bug. She felt angry and used and not only that everyone she knew was saying that she should not give anything to him. He lied about the stomach ache as a sob story it was sheer alcoholic poisoning. He had the morals of a gutter snake and although he protested he walked away, knowing he could use her again and again for money. His survival depended on other people's hand outs and kindness and a few people fell for it. This she promised herself would be the last time she offered him money. It seemed like he saw her as a soft touch and could manipulate her to his needs. Morning broke, and she knew that she had to address the uncomfortable feelings of poverty, how would it turn out for her in the next few years, how would she survive? Her books had turned to nothing but a damp squib and no only that but her religious friend was convinced that she was making mega bucks and and that she also had a job. The shame she felt for not making millions for her family was palpable, but then she realised that it was their shame and disappointment that had made her strong and resilient and determined to better. To her mother it was all about the money, to her father, it was all about the ego, and her brother, he never understood the self sacrifice she was going to put herself through to prove a point to their mother, who genuinely only cared about money. As she called him enquiring kindly about his sickness she felt angry and relieved there were people who cared but often she felt as if life was more important than these publications. Her family had been together most of the weekend, excluding her was another way her mother had some kind of power over her, but she knew her niece would love her all the same when she grew older and that this was not their intention but her excluding sister in law. George called that morning his face was brimming with pride at his film production and could almost sense how he looked down on her, she felt touched and happy that he had called her. The rain circled around the flat swirling gusts of bleakness and as she curled deep in to her duvet she and chomped on the chips left in the fridge she felt disparaging and low. Only a miracle could help her now, a new job or some kind of inspiration. It was revenge that inspired her, sheer revenge, years of put downs and abuse from local yobs and from the bar flies that lurked in the local pub the Rabbit Hole, she felt strong and empowered and determined not to let these men and all their nonsensical slurs effect her. She realised that in this small independent town it was better to live alone than to be permanently attached to someone. The Rabbit Hole was now permanently closed in lockdown which meant the usual group of drunks could not congregate and make her life hell. This had always been the way. They seemed to scream at her " A woman in a bar?" "Our wives and girlfriends are safely tucked behind doors" It was sad because they were losing out on love and intimacy and drinking with their buddies to recreate lost youths. She wondered if they had lost loved ones or if something had happened to them, to make them bitter and angry against women. The team of friends became strong now, lockdown was making them resilient, food parcels were put through doors and the good people almost seemed to become better. The blokes in the Rabbit Hole were not her concern and neither did they care really about her only their own selfish needs. She published book three and it was turned in to a movie which they took their grandchildren to. She became a multi millionaire. Six years later, one spring morning while the usual blokes in the Rabbit Hole were having their first pint drawn and sitting casually observing each other with contempt, she drove up to the door in her large car her hair had grown long and she was sitting on a bench outside she was slimmer and had been to military fitness boot camp, the Rabbit Hole gang sat, as did George, she walked in and removed her sun glasses and ordered a bottle of wine and sat in the corner. George approached her, he recognised her immediately and she smiled at him, she drew up a bottle of merlot and started to sip silently observing the scene, it was as she had walked in to a time warp. She poured George a drink and slowly smiled. He had only come to visit his daughter who was now a qualified nurse and had not seen her for six years. Her sleek business outfit felt out of place. She kissed George passionately and he for once did not treat her as if she was just nothing to him.
By Alison Slack5 years ago in Humans
Bright Blue Eyes
I remember being a sapling or maybe several over the years that I’ve seen—springs, summers, falls, and winters—I’ve seen them all, but I never felt regarded with such majesty as when he found me in the forest and felled me by hand. He milled me from handsome Lodgepole Pine trees and constructed my modest, yet handsome framework during the summers of his own autumnal years, but year after year he grew smaller and slower until eventually, he was too tired to continue on. That was the year he covered me with tarps for good, where I sat neglected and unfinished through each of the seasons, for what seemed to be years.
By Mary Farnstrom, The Unhinged Alaskan5 years ago in Humans
Falling in love with Love
She stood under the hot spray and cried. It had been so long since she had let anyone this close, so deep the connection was immediate and completely captivating. Just thinking of him, his touch, his kiss, his eyes, left her dazed and emotional. The fact that she had allowed him to get so close, actually shocked her, and now that things were rocky between them, she had to fight the urge to pack her bags, load up the dogs, and get the hell out of town! But then again, she had always been a runner, and somehow when things go serious, she would always find a way to self destruct, she felt it as a way of protecting herself. She'd be damned if she allowed anyone to break her, she could do that all by herself! With all the arguing between them, she had started to panic. If he had been any other man, she would have dropped his ass a long time ago, but so devoted, and yet still weak with her love and passion for him, she knew she would never be able to let him go.
By Marcela Baker5 years ago in Humans
NineDime
"Hello? Hello! Well hey stranger, remember me? It's your baby mama, your daughter's mother Mimi?... Haven't heard from you! Did you get my text?....Oh my God Boogie I told you that all I need you to do is send at least $50 every month so I can pay for this fuckin' WIFI! I never ask you for shit, I'm short this month, I need your hel-...HELLOOO Ayla has to log in for class at 8am I can't wait until noon duh!...Seriously, how am I being disrespectf-...You know what, don't even worry about it Boogie, I'll figure this out WITHOUT you like I ALWAYS do!" Mimi tapped on the red hang up button of her iPhone 10 thirty times before she was satisfied. Boiling with anger, the hot tears forced themselves out of Mimi's bloodshot red eyes onto her flushed face. She quickly wiped her face dry, took a deep breath, and opened up the messages in her phone.
By CierraLatasha5 years ago in Humans
