literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Butchers Dog
The Butchers Dogs was a typical family run Inn, a handsome fireplace with a well stoked fire, a few hardened drinkers at the bar and dark nooks and crannies here customers can hide away, not seen by people passing, sat with their drinks whispering conversations about business deals or illicit affairs.
By LA Simpson5 years ago in Humans
Beginning
Lennie sat very quiet as she hid in the small grove of trees in the field between her school and her home. She waited for the shouting and sounds of bicycles to pass and fade before daring to peek around the little bracken that shielded her so many times. What if her secret shelter was discovered? She knew she would never be safe from the bullies that seemed to stalk her every day. Punches, taunts, name calling, it was all just too much to bear.
By Tammy Ranft5 years ago in Humans
Mondays
She hated Mondays. Nathalie invested all her effort to just open that last box of cereal, but it just got too much. In a second of silence, she just stood in the kitchen, in her clothes she’s worn for two days in a row, staring blankly into space. It was time to look again in the newspaper for a sign of hope.
By Jessica Schmider5 years ago in Humans
Hush Money
I need to tell someone my story. It's pretty unbelievable, but I assure you it is true. The only place to start is at the beginning, so, here goes. It was a day like most others. A brisk autumn day to be exact. The kind that bites a bit when the wind blows, but the sun still allows you to wear shorts. My favorite weather. I was walking down the sidewalk; returning home after enjoying a nice brunch with some friends when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something sitting in the middle of the road. I turned to look at this object and from where I stood, it appeared to be a small black book. There was something about it though. It seemed to call to me. It was bound in leather and had a gold metal chain wrapped around it. Curious, I rushed over, looking both ways before doing so. As I reached down to pick up the book, I was suddenly struck by something. It had come out of nowhere. When I looked both ways before going into the street, I saw nothing for at least a mile. My head was rushing with thoughts as I flew through the air. "Why is this happening? Where did the car come from? Am I going to die when I land?" I had no answers. Finally I landed in a bush about 50 feet away. The person that I assumed was driver of the car came rushing over to me. As I was coming to my senses, trying in vain to get my eyes to focus, I saw a figure standing over me. "Are you alright?" The voice asked. As my vision began to clear, I saw the distinct face and sharp jawline of none other than Elon Musk. "I think I'm gonna be alright", I said. But as I started to stand, it was clear that my hip was broken. I couldn't get up. The pain was excruciating. "No no, lay there, I'll call for help." I assumed an ambulance would be coming soon, but to my surprise, Elon pushed some device that was attached to his ear and began speaking a language I didn't recognize. Suddenly, almost instantly, there was a hovering device above me. Before I could figure out what was happening, I was transported to another location. What happened next is hard to describe, but I will try. My eyes took a moment to adjust, but when they did, I realized I was in a room somewhere. This room was pitch black, except for one lone floating and glowing orb. Beyond it's light, nothing could be seen. Below the orb was a table, and I was now laying face up on it. There was a tiny greyish green colored creature that I could vaguely see in my peripheral vision. I could not move. I was frozen, but I was awake. Elon stepped into the light and began talking in the same language I had heard earlier. The creature responded and then started walking towards me. I tried to speak, but I couldn't. My tongue felt like it weighed 1,000 pounds. The small creature then placed it's hands on my hip and there was a warm sensation that flowed through my body. Almost as if I was being electrocuted but there was no pain. Instantly my hip was healed. Elon said something else, pushed the device on his ear again, and as quickly as we had been transported to this new location, we were transported back to my hometown. I was laying down again, back in the bush, and Elon was standing over me. He again asked "Are you alright?" Bewildered, frightened, and confused by what had just transpired, I stood to my feet and slowly nodded. He then said, "Glad to hear it. Sorry for all of this, I was in a bit of a hurry." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a large roll of cash. "I hope this helps a little and pays for some discretion." He tossed it to me and winked. He then turned around, reached down and picked up the black book that started all of this. He then walked over to his car door, got into his Tesla, and drove away. I stood there in shock for a few minutes before finally regaining my composure and looking down to see the wad of cash looking back at me. Counting it, the sum was $20,000. I eventually made my way home, but I don't really recall the trip. I was too lost in thought. "What just happened to me? Where did I go? What was that strange creature? WHAT is Elon Musk? And lastly, how was I going to spend this hush money?" I had no answers to any of them, but I did have $20,000. All in all, not a bad way to spend my afternoon.
By Kevin Amburgey5 years ago in Humans
Little black book
They say if you speak something into existence then it surely will happen. Growing up my grandmother was my best friend. My sister always had friends to stay with wile I on the other hand was an out cast because I got blessed with bright red hair. My grandma always had a beautiful upbeat personality and still does to this day. I was invited to stay with grandma every weekend it seems like. Saturday mornings we would get up early and go into town to daylight donuts before our day began.
By Destiny K Vaughan5 years ago in Humans
Wonderland
She lazily browsed the shelves of the dusty antiques store and took a deep breath. It was warm and smelled homey and, for the first time since she had come to the city, quiet enough to hear herself think. She sighed, knowing she couldn’t possibly afford anything in here. She had only fifteen dollars left in her purse. Just enough for a ticket home. Back to everything she had so desperately wanted to leave behind. But it was no good, everything in the city was so expensive and no matter how hard she had tried she now had no choice but to go back. But not just yet. She couldn’t bear it. Just five minutes more in the peace of this little shop. She trailed her hand along a row of books until her sleeve caught the corner of a small black notebook and knocked it to the ground. She picked it up and turned it over, running a thumb over the flowing gold cursive stamped into the cover; Write Me. She laughed and muttered to herself, “Ok Alice, time to come back from Wonderland now.” She flipped through the pages, delicate ivory parchment, completely blank. It felt heavy in her hands, a comforting weight. Her heart ached at the thought of putting it back on the shelf, and instead she found herself taking it over to the counter, “excuse me, how much is this book?”
By Billie Argyle5 years ago in Humans
To My Galaxy
No job. No money. And now, no boyfriend, which also meant Andromeda Cartier, a 30-year-old Black woman with no prospects, or degree, no longer had a roof over her head in Chicago. Ursula, her mother back home in New Orleans, warned of foolishness from city boys. Andromeda ignored her mom's intuition and cut off all communication with her entirely. Their silence was going on 3 years.. To make matters worse, David, a John Henry looking brother, with significantly less morale, hovered over her while she packed, a shed her tears. He didn't want to have a reason to let her back in the house. She wasn't sure if she ever lived there to begin with. Andromeda had made a bed she couldn't even lay in.
By Allison Lyke5 years ago in Humans
The light from the black
Hello again my little black friend, It has been a long time since I last wrote inside your pages. But nevertheless, I am doing well. Grandma however, isn’t. She has gotten worse since last week and I have spent all my time with her as much as I can. Dave said that I shouldn’t even try spending my time I have left with her. It would only cause more heartbreak in the end. That was the last time he spoke to me since he has now moved out and in with his new girlfriend. Figures that he was cheating on me it wasn’t like he really cared. Well, I must be going, I will write soon again.
By Hazel Taylor5 years ago in Humans
The Blank Page
Wilson stared sullenly at the blank word document. He promised himself that this would be the year he would write his story. The first steps in writing were always the most difficult. His mind wandered over the canvas, as if exploring the hidden textures of the digital sheet. The blank canvas was beautiful. It represented an entire universe yet to be seen. It held the untold story of people not listened too. His eyes stopped one inch from the edge of the left side of the page. This blank canvas, where the marginalized merged in with everything else, represented himself. It was his story.
By Wilson Vave5 years ago in Humans
