literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

That One Night
That One Night Hannah sat up in her bed drenched in a pool of sweat. The dream came again. She tried blocking it out, but those eyes stared back at her all throughout the night. For the past week she had dreamt of a twenty-year old boy with the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. There was no doubt the dream meant something.
By Bridget Josephine8 years ago in Humans
Winter’s Eve
The harsh wind whipped around them, the ice stinging their face. They trekked through the knee-deep snow, struggling with each step desperately trying to keep their balance. Alyssa and Michael had been gone for years. They had left to leave the hectic and crazy world behind to explore the world on their own. Before they had left, James and Alyssa had attended college together. They had lived in Scotland and met each other shortly before they had decided to run away. The two quickly became friends and had a deep emotional connection. They both agreed that all the problems in the world could be ended by simply talking, and that violence was useless and never truly ended conflict.
By Jake Fritts8 years ago in Humans
Lunch Date
They haven't seen each other in two years. The creeping wry smiles on their faces aren’t to do with the anecdotes he is telling, or her face when she drops her spoon on the floor. They sneak looks at each other over menus, remarking silently how each crevice of a face they once knew so well has changed incalculably. They discuss the mundanity of their graduate jobs over teppanyaki bowls, and each order a beer to smooth over the cracks of new unfamiliarity. The cumulative time these two once spent together is either a best friendship or a relationship, and yet it has never been either. She never crawled into bed with him as a girlfriend would; she had never not worn makeup around him.
By Phoenix Blackley8 years ago in Humans
Impact
What do you do when you’re about to die? Tom Craven asked himself the same question every time he got in a car, flew in a plane, or said goodbye to his girlfriend. He was a precocious man, and was usually never fully satisfied with anything; what if it were a little better, a little bigger, timed a bit bigger, worded slightly more coherent? Yet on the day of his flight home from a weekend trip to Colorado with his closest friends, none of those thoughts occurred to him. He didn’t concern his attention span with the length of the flight, the quality of the food and drinks, the timeliness and etiquette of his fellow sky-bus goers. He simply looked over the aisle at a girl he’d known for three years and couldn’t believe that he’d never told her that he loved her, or known the taste of her lips. He thought this as the Boeing 747, engines flaming, glided aimlessly towards the earth at least a hundred miles from the destination.
By Sean Johnson8 years ago in Humans
Opposite
Once upon a modern time in a university that I am not going to mention, there was a girl. Her name was Mary and she was someone you could describe as a sunshine, but her close friends would say that she had a good personality. In a way, she was an optimist and always willing to help others, not to mention that she was always following the rules. Mary was a good girl but her boyfriend was a jerk. No kidding. He was a jerk, and not in the way that he did one thing wrong—no, he's not that kind. He was the kind of guy that did everything wrong and, yes, I am gonna make you hate this guy for plot reasons. Anyway, the jerk—I mean John—is just the worst, but the story is not about him...well, at least for now. Here's where the story actually begins: Mary's usual routine starts in the morning with a really annoying alarm that is her phone, and after turning it off every five minutes for half an hour, she finally wakes up for a quick shower, a nice coffee, and a heavy breakfast. Mary is finally ready to leave for her first class. In the afternoon, she meets up with her friends in the cafeteria to discuss what the club will do on the weekend. Quick note: her club is called "The Weekend Activities" and, of course, she is the president.
By Mary Paz8 years ago in Humans
Nowhere, USA
She sits quietly in her room, her thoughts everywhere. There is just so much going on in her life. She faces eviction, can't find a job, is in a loveless relationship, and has an unruly eighteen-year-old who defies her everyday.
By Victoria Gross8 years ago in Humans
The Chest
She closed her eyes and all she could hear was the crashing of the waves against the shore. Nothing else mattered. With each wave she drew in a breath and exhaled as the next came crashing to. Keeping her eyes closed and her breathing rhythmic with the sea, she began to let her mind wander. She was a dreamer. She wanted to feel as powerful as the ocean before her, but found herself often the opposite. She felt insignificant in the presence of the sea. Maybe that's why she was so in love with it. Something so magnificent and magical kept her in a trance. It was truly mesmerizing for her. The ocean keeps her humble, bringing her piece of mind that the real world problems she faced, would eventually work themselves out.
By Crystal Burris8 years ago in Humans
Sonder
A drop of rain just hit my forehead. I pull the hood of my black sweater up to the edge of my face, tucking my light brown hair behind my ears so as to not get wet. I breathe deeply and pull my knees closer to my chest, resting my chin on the coarse material of my dark, blue jeans. I rock back onto my heels and stare at my broken, beat-up black Chuck Taylor's that I'm wearing without socks.
By Lorah Catherine8 years ago in Humans
Until Death Do Us Part
Staring down at the door handle, I wasn't sure what to expect anymore. I only knew that, with the turning of the knob and the opening of the door, my life would be changed for the better or the worst. Funny, how words can have that effect on you—the affect to remember things.
By Lakota Tanisha8 years ago in Humans
Flip...A Little
From any perspective, an observer could tell what the house represented. This one room shack sat on land that covered twenty acres. The architect, Giles Durcak, had gone mad and made a large house built for only one person to to inhabit. Outside of the domain existed the regular facets of a property worth two million dollars; a swimming pool remained resplendent despite it lacking any water because of the time of year; huge gates rose up to halt any unwanted traffic; shrubbery continued to be well-kept and trimmed. Camera crews from the show Flip...A Little arrived at exactly 6:30 that morning. Still dark out and the autumn wind hinting at winter, the producers and director all tugged their jackets a bit tighter to resist the onslaught of the gusts. Stars of the show, Joceyln Badie and Anwar Scanlan, prepared for sound check and rehearsed their lines in their trailers. They returned outside to face the cameras.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Humans
Il Vigneto
Viola hadn’t slept well the night before, she had spent most of the night working through the Mt. Everest of work for the new recruits. She had been working so hard that she didn’t even make it home. She lifted her head for the desk, eyes still closed and a wet patch on her cheek. She felt as though there was a massive weight on her head which prevented her from raising her head too high. She glanced at the clock perched on the wall to see it was reading five in the morning. “Oh damnit,” she sighed “I suppose I better hurry home and get washed up before the next shift begins.”
By Emma Fraser8 years ago in Humans
A Story of a Girl Who Defeats Her Monsters
Once upon a time, there lived a princess who knew the stories of monsters. She read tales of them that haunted fair ladies such as she. She looked into them as to discover why she felt she was being watched. She wondered if it was the monsters who put chills down her spine. The Princess thought of a clear solution to getting rid of the monsters who plagued her. If she found a Prince Charming, her monsters would be scared and run away!
By Bella Alcove8 years ago in Humans