literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
A Bride’s End
I can just hold in this jittering feeling as I stand, gazing at the rectangular mirror in the far left of the room. My luminous reflection stares back at me, painting a portrait of a cheerful yet anxious bride in the silvery gleam. I twirl around in my dress, relishing my time alone for a little longer.
By Rachel Reilly5 years ago in Humans
The Neighbor
It’s 9:30 on a Friday morning and I’m going through my usual routine. Wake up, feed Luna (my kitten), brush my teeth, complete my morning skincare routine, shower, get dressed in the most rad rocker chic ensemble, make breakfast, and leave for work. I managed to do this without flaw countless times for the last 6 months but for some god forsaken reason unbeknownst to me I can’t put my eyeliner on without my mirror vibrating. “Uuuuggghhh!!! I’m going to murder that boy!” I yell as I pound on the wall for him to turn his music down. I finish my makeup and stomp over to my neighbors house. I bang on the door, “Julius!? You better open this door!! I’ve had it up to my ears with you!” I scream. The door swings open and I stop my rant to take in the 6’4 tattooed GOD that stood before me. He looked at me up and down and I did the same to him admiring his wet blonde curls and his glistening tan skin. I shook myself back to reality and asked him to turn his music down. “Julius do you mind just letting me make it through my routine first? Love the music, truly, but please just keep it down?” He turned his music down and looked at me up and down. “Yeah. I’ll keep it down...if you do something for me in return.” A smirk appeared upon his face and there was lust in his eyes. He leaned in and pulled me close to him. He whispered in my ear, “I know you want me Lila. I know you want...it.” He says as he places my hand at the opening of his towel. “Ju-I-I need to leave” I stuttered trying to pull away. “Lila it’s the first Friday of the month. You’re off.” He says guiding my hand. I start to panic a bit and he pulls me into his chest. Gosh he smells good. I kiss his chest softly and wrap my arms around his neck. He leans in for a kiss and I happily take it. Things get a bit crazy and I somehow ended up with a broken finger. Here we are at the hospital waiting for a doctor. “Uh...I’m so sorry about you finger Lila.” Julius says. What happened you ask? Ha! Well! We got hot and heavy and he picked me up to do a cool move that involved the couch but he slipped on the wet floor and his fallen towel and I broke his fall thus breaking my pinky finger. I have never been so embarrassed in my life. I mean, other than that time I was caught picking my boogers at work but that’s a whole different story. I actually kinda liked Julius but then this crazy thing happens. Ugh what the heck?! I go to say something but I’m harshly interrupted by a dying dog. “Julius?! Julius baby?! Oh god are you okay?!” Baby?! What?! I stare at him as he went pale and hugged the ginger girl. “Minnie this is my neighbor Lila she helped me with the moving and stuff.” He says with his head down. “Oh sweetheart thank goodness you were there to help my fiancé! I’m glad you both are okay!” She says hugging me. Fiancé?! But he just-! We were just about to-! Ugh! What in the fu-?! “Lila Montesella? You’re good to go hun. The doctor wants you to go to the pharmacy on your way out. Be easy sweets.” says the gum chewing nurse from the Bronx. I brush by Julius and he grabs me by the arm. “Lila can we just-?” I grab his shirt by the collar and pull him down to my face (I’m literally 5’3 but whatevs) I look him in the eyes and say “Keep. Your damn. Music. DOWN!” I walk out to the parking lot and call an Uber as I, again for some reason unbeknownst to me, cry about my neighbor. Stupid neighbors. Stupid boys.
By Shaquavia Holloway5 years ago in Humans
11:00am – The Rose Path
I look out over the garden seeing beautiful shrubs and trees and flowers, which grow amply and look healthy and vibrant. I take a sip from my tea, and it is pleasant enough, the light I see is both clear and bright and I can see it illuminate the faces of the people around the garden, talking and looking and living. That’s the power of the mind, to delude even ourselves that we aren’t always living, because we as a condition of having this very thought; incite those moments which are memorable aside those which are forgettable. And in this balance comes fourth the design of storytelling, as if only to break the eighth wall. Where it is in our natural tongue to convey, discuss, express and argue, continuously, but it is this very mundane endurance of repetition, year-in-year-out, which causes these moments to become petite.
By S R Gurney5 years ago in Humans
Phoenician Alphabet
Egyptian hieroglyphics, from which the Phoenician alphabet originated, became the most widespread writing system of Phoenician merchants throughout the Mediterranean, where it developed and was assimilated by many other cultures. In this article, we will not only discuss the first writing methods and alphabetic characters that have appeared in the area, but also look at some of them and their influence on the development of phenomena and their role in the development of writing systems in other parts of Europe.
By Something Complicated5 years ago in Humans
10.30am – The Oakhill
I drive my silent vehicle into Sycamore Lane looking out for the grounds of number 31 – The Oakhill. A Live-in Home where one of my closest friend’s Mr. R Lester resides. I have known him since I was a boy, and it is all true that he is ostentatious, egregious, pious, hot-willing, inordinate, garish and bizarre. He is entirely complex and has always shown as much, tossing ten pence to the pound to flow beyond the limits of a dreams reach. Which leaps fourth with its fingertips onto something magnanimous and imprudent. Hence his adorned title: Mr. Lavish. It seems odd and ridiculous to pay so much attention to this fact, that at all times it seemed even he was tender of his anxiousness, as to precede the thought which takes an individual from and not to the place one needs to be. The Dreaming Trinket.
By S R Gurney5 years ago in Humans
Not Ready To Go
I let my foot off the throttle to merge behind a truck. I could have floored it, thrown myself back in my seat, blew beyond the speed limit on the short on-ramp. Instead, I played it safe. Just as I had every other day in my life. I never understood risky behavior when it would likely get myself killed.
By Littlest Luna5 years ago in Humans
The Social
1914 Kansas City, Kansas The punch was the least of his concerns. Neatly dressed and doing his very best not to look stiff, he sipped the small crystal teacup of punch, trying to make it last as long as he could. He was of average height, neither chubby nor twiggy. It was his bright red hair that made him stand out, that and his devotion to God. Once that had been fodder for his classmates’ imagination, but they long since moved on to more interesting things. It was as all the world grew up, except him.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
the Scorpitairan Files
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Kreyen (Crane), I am male about 65 now, I would suspect. It has been a while since I took the time to think about more than just survival. I was born at the end of the 20th century, and due to this, had to fight through wars that were not only off homeland but, also in the heart of my land. I will get to those times and hopefully pass them quick. I have to allow you to know of the survival and life that I have known.
By Anson Mullins5 years ago in Humans
