literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Approach
In the boredom of an ordinary working evening, my eyes crossed around the empty space of the reception area. All the details that made unique the hall seemed less alive in that lonely hour. The colors of the fabrics were dull, the small duplicate of a carousel between the two main chair was static in a position without any wind that made it move in the air, the elevator light was wick. The only thing which was illuminating the scenario were my thoughts. They have never been so active as in that moment, there was a strange contrast between the reality around me and the long shade that you left in my mind. I was aware to maintain the professional image that people expected from me as a receptionist but in the meantime, I couldn’t mask my thoughts. You were hitting me again.
By Martina Franco7 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 5
SERENA "And that's all of it. Now, I need a drink. Or five," I finished with exhaustion, as Kyle smirked and set my favorite cocktail drink on the bar top. Kyle's Place was the name of his restaurant in Baytown Texas, and I was elated to find out it also included a bar. I haven't had a drink in years and now that I could afford to let loose now that Daniel was spending the majority of his time with the boys, I could finally relax. He knew the basics of their sleeping disorders just in case Zach decided to fall asleep in the middle of having one of his intellectual conversations, and he wouldn't freak out enough to end up in the hospital. Zander on the other hand would be fine until bed time came, when he tended to do the most sleep walking.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 4
DANIEL Shit. I knew calling Michael was a bad idea. He'd be here any minute and I had to find Serena to warn her. She'd gone to get some rest in upstairs a few hours ago while I looked after the boys, who were currently kicking the soccer ball around in the backyard. She seemed different. More quiet. Less confrontational. I thought it might've been because the boys were around and she didn't want the arguing to start around them. I had a feeling she didn't say much because I wasn't going to like what she had to tell me.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Life After Love: The Finale
MARLEY The thunder roared above me as I stepped outside of the courthouse to listen to Serena's voicemail, the wind claiming the ground first as the first storm of the season officially began. The rain wouldn't be too far behind now. The boys and I needed to head home soon and hibernate until it passed.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 3
MICHAEL Doing payroll was the most boring job in the entire world besides being a librarian. Now that shit made me fall asleep just watching them give out books. But payroll was my job at Danny's shop and if he trusted me enough with all this shit, then I had to do it. I couldn't let my boy down. Lucky for me, Jesse was helping me out today so I'd be able to head to Marley's Bed and Breakfast by noon. She had a full house for the week and adding wedding planning to the mix only made her crazier, so I had no choice but to help take some of the stress off her by showing up with something nice.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
After the Storm (Part 1)
**I was driving home from work, it was late, and I was tired. I worked three hours overtime today on an article that my boss gave to me today, that needed to be done by tomorrow. Talk about a time crunch. I decided to stay late instead of getting up early to go in. I figured I'd miss rush hour traffic and have a nice quiet drive home. The one thing that made me sad was that I'd miss my husband before he went to work. He's a cop in the next town over and he works nights so I liked to see him before he went in since I always leave for work before he wakes up.
By Lindsay Waters7 years ago in Humans
Life After Love: Part 14
MARLEY Food was the only thing I had gotten right this week. I made the perfect carne asada with some rice that just soothed my anxious soul and after the lousy seven days I just had, it hit the spot. The recent payment I had received for an engagement photo session that was supposed to be featured in my magazine had to be refunded, only due to the fact that my new camera had been on the wrong setting the entire time, and I had to take the complaints along with the loss of funds for the week. On top of that, the printers weren't working for three days straight, so I had to run down to the local hardware store, which was the only place with a decent printer in this area. That alone had occupied half of my mornings, which left me no time for laundry, or to change the oil in my car, or to even go to lunch with my damn boyfriend.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
The Fame
In my head, the crowd is already screaming out my name as I ignore my phone for the hundredth time. It's my daughter's first birthday, but I can't think about that now. The crowd needs me. I crave it. The beginning of the rush fills my veins and I breathe it in. Cameras flash and the beginning of the first song strikes through the air. My crew's lips are all moving at once, screaming the tasks my way, all depending on me, but I can't hear them; I can't hear my phone ring; I can't hear my wife shaking her head, but I can hear the roar of the crowd, "The Fame." It's all that matters. I run on to the stage, throwing my arms in the air, and scream at the top of my lungs. They chant my name, the name that belongs to "The Fame." It's not my real name, but that doesn't matter now. I sling my flaming red electric guitar over my shoulder, feeling the weight of the money in this one hunk of metal heavier than my house payment. The lyrics flow out of my mouth like second nature, like it's meant to be, and the fantasy of "The Fame" becomes reality. My body is numb. I feel nothing but the electricity under my feet that's beginning to wane. Leaving my crew behind mid-lyric, I throw my guitar to the ground and jump. I jump off the stage into the arms of the crowd. They don't know the real me, only this shell of a person, only "The Fame." I crave it, but it'll never be enough. They bring me back to the stage, and I perform like it could be the last. I'm free. It's everything I've always wanted, but it'll never be enough.
By Ira Lowells7 years ago in Humans
Life After Love: Part 12
MARLEY During summer, the days were longer. In Texas, they went on forever. I was up to my last errand of the day, before heading back home to change for Freddy's birthday picnic. I'd been planning it all week despite my heavy work load and I expected everything to go off without a hitch. I sent the invitations via mass text and most of the people I invited had secured their RSVP's except for two. I already knew Danny and Serena were going, but they hadn't RSVP'd yet and I felt as if they purposely do it just to tick me off.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Life After Love: Part 10
MARLEY Zander and Zack were both born at two pounds and two ounces, with beautiful dark wavy hair, brown eyes that were blessed with long lashes and a healthy complexion mixture of both Danny's caramel tone and Serena's fair tone. Unfortunately for us, we couldn't spend much time with the twins, since they've mostly been in incubators, growing stronger by the day for the last month and a half. The rest of the group and I came to visit them every day, and to make sure Danny and Serena had all the support they needed. Freddy and I had been busy making sure their house was stocked with all baby necessities since they came a little earlier than expected. Serena, Danny, and I were just about to decide on a final paint color for the nursery, when Freddy entered the hospital room, the twins tucked into each of his arms as he held them against his chest.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
