literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Piano Keys
The darkest day of my life happened many years ago, back when I was merely 19 years old. When I was young, I fell in love with a very talented musician. His name was Michael, and he truly did light up my ever-lonely world. We often sat in his living room playing his mother's grand piano, whilst we both furthered our studies. I was going to be a nurse. He made me want to save the whole wide world... then came the day we learned that people were needed to enlist for the war. Being the man he was, my Michael signed up that Monday even when his mama begged him to stay. I simply couldn't bear to see him leave me behind, so I decided to join the Red Cross. Together, we were both deployed into the same war-stricken battleground. As most of our friends slowly stopped returning, it became harder and harder for me to let go of his hand on those frosty November days. One morning, it seemed to be exceptionally cold. It was as if the world around us knew that something terrible was bound to happen that day... and I felt my heart sink into my ocean of a chest when his hand let go of mine. For the rest of the day my stomach churned, he'd ventured into the old abandoned town... less than a mile away from our camp. I couldn't help myself, I ventured after him. As I stumbled through the bright green forest, I began to hear a rather peculiar noise from the direction I seemed to be traveling in. When I got closer, I realized it was our song playing somewhere. I stepped out from the trees, and into this beautiful green clearing, to see Michael standing alone at an abandoned piano. Watching as his hands seamlessly flew over the worn keys, my stomach relaxed and I could breathe again. The ocean of fear I'd enveloped myself into seemed to dissipate before my very eyes. Everything seemed to be perfect for a moment, that is until he turned around. As it turns out, he'd been shot upon entering the clearing. Suddenly, I realized that the red stains on his hands were the product of his own blood. He smiled softly as he met my gaze, "Now darling, don't you worry about me. All I really wanted was to see you again, play our song with me?"
By lexus toye7 years ago in Humans
Morphine
A chill clung to the air, only broken in its intensity by the heat of their bodies. Beads of sweat rested on her brow as her eyes locked with his, a twinkle of mischief and desire gazing back at her. The way he looked at her, the way his eyes roamed over her, devouring every single inch of her, made her whole body melt; all it took was one look, one sneak glance, and she was awash with need.
By Emma Flint7 years ago in Humans
If Only He Knew
The moment was beautiful. Eddie and Stacey were sitting next to each other on the bench near the river bank. The sun had just set, creating an exuberant display of colors on the canvas that was the sky and an equally aesthetic reflection on the river. A cool breeze blew, causing the leaves on the trees nearby to rustle, taking away the tense nature of the ambiance caused by the overwhelming silence. A cuckoo’s call could be heard at a distant. It couldn’t have been any more perfect. Eddie slowly slid his hand into Stacey’s. She turned her head to look at him. He was already looking at her. Their eyes met. They looked straight into each other’s eyes. The feeling was running down both of their spines. Even before they knew it their heads had started to lean in and their eyes had closed shut. Then the lips met.
By Gourav Bhattacharya7 years ago in Humans
Fishman Chapter One
I hear that drowning is the most pleasant way to die. I love the feel of the water, it makes you feel so weightless and free. Nobody can judge me down here. My name is Robert Fishman, some people call me Bobby, but I don’t really like it that much. I spend most of my time playing video games. I own several consoles. I don’t go outside very much. I ate nothing yesterday. And today, I had my last supper—got plans to eat anything else again. All I need in life is me, and my games.
By Chloe Gilholy7 years ago in Humans
The Untold Story of Shayna Tesla (Part 2)
Two hours down and one more to go. I can't wait to get off this plane, go home, and become the shut-in that I was meant to be. Charvi and Arabella are both asleep next to some random guy on the plane. Arabella’s head keeps falling on his shoulder and he gets so shocked every time that he tries to push her away softly and then she just snuggles up to him and it’s the funniest thing. Charvi is sleeping like an angel. This is the only time where I’m reminded of the old days with her where she would play with me and not be annoyed with everything that came out of my mouth. I wish I could be as calm as them when we go on airplanes. Whenever I get on planes, I either listen to music, play games, or watch shows that I've downloaded on my phone. This plane ride, though, I couldn't seem to calm myself down. Every ten minutes or so, the plane would start shaking like a giant was playing with it. So, I've been staring out the window watching the engines.
By MementoMori 0_o7 years ago in Humans
The Untold Story of Shayna Tesla
It always takes forever and a half to get on an airplane. My family and I have just gotten to LAX, ready to finally go home and get some much needed rest and the plane gets delayed an hour. All I want is to get away from these horrible fiends that are my siblings.
By MementoMori 0_o7 years ago in Humans
Reclamation
Bella was always like a spiritual butterfly/dragonfly. Her young spirit soared and fluttered freely outside of herself at times. She was outside of herself but still there. Wish you would take off to fly in her spirit she would disconnect from herself and others. The grown-ups called this daydreaming.
By Bernadette Floyd7 years ago in Humans
'Splendor in the Grass'
Dear Diary, I am utterly confused. I don't know what to do or what to say. My mind feels like a cluster of white noise. My life has felt like it has gotten crazier since the day I started high school. I had gone through these years invisible until the day I was introduced to Bud Stamper. I was a nobody before him. I did everything blanketed by the beige paint that hugged these walls. Bud wasn't so easily hidden. He would walk into a room and everyone would look because he was like a god that roamed these halls in his free time. I felt insecure by this because I soon began to feel like my social status was determined by his. It was as if I wouldn't make it in life without riding his coattails. I wasn't "nobody" anymore, but I wasn't the person I wanted to be either. I didn't want to be just the girlfriend. I didn't want to be the prize hanging off his arm who wouldn't speak unless spoken to first. I grew tired of the endless gossip that fills these halls but I should have expected the all the rumors that flew around the school. But I didn't, not until they came my way. The whispers I pretended I couldn't hear become so unbearably loud sometimes. I could swear they were trying to tunnel themselves into my ears. Bud never seemed to mind them which didn't help my paranoia. I could never talk to him; at least, not about the things I wish to clear my thoughts about. He would never listen to the concerns I voiced to him. He may have heard the words but that doesn't mean he acknowledged them. It felt like he wasn't with me half the time we were together. My words always fell on deaf ears to only be brushed away into the nothingness around us. He decided when there was to be a conversation and when we were to say nothing in each other's presence. I had grown tired of the kissing. It was maybe the only thing we did when words couldn't be found. It soon changed and no longer felt the same. At first, they were sweet and gentle, but they turned desperate and hungry quite quickly. I couldn't keep up although I did try. The sparks, the thousands of fireworks that blossomed behind my closed eyelids also left me in the darkness to be consumed by the desperate grasps and uncertainty of a teenage boy I thought I knew. I didn't want it to be true. I thought I was in love with Bud. I thought we shared that love. That our hearts would have beat as one forever and always. I thought he would be all I needed and that he would keep my heart safe because it would be beating right next to his. But it didn't turn out that way no matter how hard I tried and wanted it to. I wanted it to so desperately end with a fairytale ending. I wanted all of my dreams to collide into a beautiful future with him but it didn't turn out that way. It turned out to not be the love I thought it was. He became someone I couldn't recognize. I didn't know what his touch felt like and I couldn't quite visualize the slope of his lips. He was no longer the person I fell in love with and there is nothing I can do about it. I can't change him. I can't mold him into something he isn't. If only life was easier on us in those moments. If only we could still love one another the way I thought we did. I pray one day I'll find all my answers to my unanswered questions. Maybe one day I will hear the name Bud Stamper and I won't cringe from the pain it brings back to me. One day I'll find love again. Maybe not right away, but I can wait. I still must let my heart heal from the damages it has endured. But when broken pieces can merge as one and you can no longer see where it split in two I find love. A love I know I'm worthy of. One day.
By Rachel Pelayo7 years ago in Humans
