literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Found
Deep clouds swirled over the city of Boston, not particularly threatening a storm, though just present enough to give the city a gloomy atmosphere. The city was usually bustling, yet today its streets were uncharacteristically empty and the few people outside had somber faces. Tom’s anxious eyes looked out the taxi cab at the glum scene and his lips pulled into a small grin—the first trace of a smile in weeks. He laughed pitifully at the irony of it all. How fitting it was that the weather, clouding over since morning, should be so poor on this, of all days.
By Joshua Caleb8 years ago in Humans
That Someone Else
“… but I have no ride home, Jasmine.” As I laid there in my bed, I was trying to convince myself to drift back off into my afternoon nap. I put Buddy on hold while I checked my phone; April 2014, 12:04 PM. "Well, there goes my nap," I thought to myself.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Humans
Where Am I?
...My pads have shown red from where I had walked; but still, they refused to turn black… ---------- Cold… so cold, it has been on one winter's eve night as Yachiru Hinamari travelled on foot to the neighboring town of Himigato. Staggering in weight, she treads through the snow leaving a trail of uneven footprints behind her. "It's s-so c-c-cold," Yachiru said to herself and pulled her blanket tighter over her face, "b-but Ta-kun's family is waiting for me. I cannot give up now." Yachiru kept moving forward as the sudden snowfall began to pick up.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Humans
I’ll Be Yours
- August, 1998 The banging in my head never stopped and the pain was becoming unbearable. It’s safe to say that I hadn’t slept in three nights. I stared at the smooth ceiling above us, noticing new markings and cracks on the old motel ceiling as the sun comes up. Sunrises were mostly always the same. Most nights, when Rob lets me leave the curtains open, I stay up and watch the sunlight poor in and take over the whole room and all of its energy.
By sarah noel8 years ago in Humans
Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Setup I lay down on my new bed, in my new room, in my new house, in a new town. Too many “news” for comfort. My parents have moved us to the big city. Population: 1,896,743. I have lived my entire life in a town with a staggering population of only about three thousand—too small to have a consistent and regular census. Tomorrow is the first day of my senior year in a mega high that looks like a university on steroids. I hate them. My parents, they have uprooted our entire lives in order to “work on their marriage,” which is just fancy talk for saying mom cheated on dad.
By Jared Smith8 years ago in Humans
The Beginning
I stepped into the empty hospital room and took a seat near the window on the far side of the room. A hospital bed with several little machines around it sat in the center of the room, its mattress laden with wires and chords. With so much adorning the space, it made me wonder how anyone could have lived through such bedding. My mind rushed back to the memory of me lying in that bed, unable to speak and losing my ability to walk as the days passed. I blinked the image away, remembering that it had been hard, but I had survived. It made me feel weird whenever my relatives said I almost died several times while here. Thinking about it, I slowly started drifting into offtrack memories and childhood experiences. Then she stepped in, interrupting the empty feeling. The room exuded and scattering my offline thoughts.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Humans
A Night at the Fair
I am standing in the middle of a fair. I look around and I see the colors of the rainbow almost on everything, and flashing lights. I smell the turkey legs and the funnel cakes in the red and white vendor stations. I see my favorite ride. I think I might get on it later. My parents dropped me off and told me to be safe, and that was about 30 minutes ago. I was supposed to be meeting my friends in the entrance of the carnival, but they were taking too long so I decided to walk around. My senses are heightened because you are supposed to be alert when you are on your own.
By Liana Carter8 years ago in Humans
'Last Christmas in Paris' Book Review - Spoilers Ahead!
Do you know those once in a lifetime love stories? Romeo & Juliet or The Great Gatsby or anything by John Green. Those stories that get you so invested in the love story and then completely destroy you by killing off one of the main characters. This is one of those, so if you can't handle another heartbreak, I suggest skipping Last Christmas in Paris. On the other hand, if you want an epic love story and a chance to travel the world, Last Christmas in Paris is the perfect novel for your next read.
By Kristen Barenthaler8 years ago in Humans
An Unexpected Love
Reece had arrived at the small café across his town after a fifteen minute drive. It wasn't long at all, which he was thankful for. It wasn't his first time playing at this café, so he wasn't as nervous as he would normally be. He parked in his usual spot, on the far end of the parking lot, before getting out of his car, keys in hand. He was wearing his usual clothes despite it being summer. He knew his dark skinny jeans, black shirt, black Converse, and his jacket made him stand out to others, seeing as they wore shorts and tank tops in the blistering heat. He didn't care much though, used to standing out and being looked at weirdly. Plus, despite nearly dying of heatstroke every day, he felt comfortable in his layer of clothes, having something to hide behind.
By Jordyn Perez8 years ago in Humans
My Experience
Today, I want to talk about something I don't tend to share with people. Most of you who are regular readers of my internet soap-boxes already know that there is an interest and an understanding of religious issues that have shaped our political discourse of the day. Granted, I'm on record as being against having religion mixed up with politics. I DON'T think they are two great tastes that taste great together. I think that religion is an intensely private and deeply personal thing, and not supposed to be tribalistic movement which is steered by deeply cynical jerks with carrot and stick.
By Pete Sears8 years ago in Humans
