literature

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

Starting Over
5,500 feet was a good altitude for the little Cessna. The scrubby Texas land sprawled out to the south for the passenger on the right side of the plane. The Gulf of Mexico was out there just over the horizon.
By Tom Armbruster5 years ago in Humans
Sophia: Prologue Part One
The ivory keys easily gave way underneath her fingertips as her hands gracefully moved from one end to the other. The sound it produced was a perfectly fine echo of her pained heart, each note another chord that struck and reverberated through her chest. Only twenty years of age and the girl felt as if she had lived an entire lifetime, and in a way, it was true. As her kind eyes gently shut, her notes were held longer, and the sound became quieter. Soft, plump lips pursed together, and her dark brows ever so slightly drew in to form a faint crease between them. With her heart pounding and her stomach clenching tight, she felt herself on the verge of breaking.
By KMFlorent5 years ago in Humans
Ayla
Ayla entered the room with an invitation clutched tightly in her hand. The space smelled of old books that would crumble at her touch she resisted the urge to do the same as a hand gently tapped her shoulder. Why are there no windows, she wondered. One less colonial portrait and one skylight surely would have helped the aesthetic. Unless they were going for a 1930’s ‘I founded an investment bank in my twenties’ feel, in which case, top marks to the interior designer in charge.
By Tales of Inconsequence5 years ago in Humans
The Art of Folding
My shop should be easy enough to spot, it's the only one with a blue sign, read the letter in Ben's hand. The pages shivered as the train carriage rattled along its rails, and he sighed, folding them carefully and tucking them back into his pocket.
By Typethreewriter5 years ago in Humans
Add Coffee Please..
Cracking the window created a nice balance to the heat that began smothering her. Foot steady on the gas cruising at an easy 65 mph. Her mind wandering excited as she headed to her new job. Beaming with new perspective and high energy Sam couldn’t wait to get started. Focusing on the last six months she got her finances in order, marked out goals, assess relationships even start a workout regimen. Determined not to let the last months of quarantine hold any space in her mind. A short twenty minutes later, she arrives at the Hope Memorial Center. The walk to the front door presented her with the opportunity to check out the well-manicured grounds. As the people passed she took notice of everything, mannerisms, fashion style; the accents different from her norm. Sam was a NY native, where the people spoke fast, moved fast, after all time is money and it’s not called the city that never sleeps for any reason.
By Shatrese Williams5 years ago in Humans
On the Case
Thumbing through shirts hanging on the rack, I heard Kerry call something to me from an aisle over. “What?” I shouted back. Our masks muffled our voices and combined with the shink-shink of metal sliding across metal I couldn’t hear anything. I stopped moving hangers as she came around to the other side of the rack I was at.
By Julia Wagner5 years ago in Humans
Heartfish
H E A R T F I S H “Greg Potts” says his ID, Sarge’, said PC Ben Clement to his commanding officer, Sergeant Barry Dyke. A murky dawn was breaking over the two policemen, who were standing over a fallen, murmuring, human form on the bank of a small duckpond in Rowbridge Millenium Park. Clement shone his pen torch onto a laminated pass spooled around the prone form’s neck on a mid-blue lanyard.
By jamie harding5 years ago in Humans
Extraordinary Forgiveness
Princess Tia of Egypt was born into a proud family of Grand Pharaohs. Their status was mighty across the desert sands of the East. They garnered trust through their strength, courage, and a slight drop of fear. Princess Tia was aware of this even in her crib. During her first birthday, still suckling at her mother's breast, Tia saw with open eyes the joy that her father beamed when he boasted of the size of the crowds in the village, and how they grew in numbers as he promised just a hint of gold in exchange for a life of sweat. He would sweeten the deal with promises of succulent lambkin at the planetary feasts, offering just enough so that the juices would flow in their palettes. The Pharaoh would later rejoice about the broad spectrum of support from the local villagers, proud of his decorum and strength as the root of their love for him. Princess Tia could see he was lying to himself.
By Elizabeth Marguerite De Galles5 years ago in Humans
Covid Kindness
Jen tapped her finger repeatedly on the desk as her eyes darted over the words on her computer screen again. One last quick check for spelling. She leaned back in her chair and brought her finger to her mouth as she nibbled the nail. One last check for grammar. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then she opened them and clicked submit.
By Rhea Thomson5 years ago in Humans
Justin Thyme
December 31 My eyes were glued to the six computer monitors on my desk, all displaying different stock symbols, charts, and market scanners. This was my life. 5 days a week. From 9:00AM to 4PM.
By Michael X Christopher5 years ago in Humans
Another Day, But More Dollars
Since the beginning of the coronavirus pandemic, I start each workday being groggily awoken by my alarm clock that goes off two hours later than “normal,” but still feels like a slap in the face. Once I’m awoken I always depressingly mutter “another day, another dollar.” Since I’m only waking up to work so I don’t get fired and to get those rent and fancy sweatsuit dollars.
By Michelle B.5 years ago in Humans
The Greatness of a Nation
The sun did not come out on Wednesday, and people had begun to whisper. It was becoming increasingly difficult, for some, to ignore what we saw and what we heard. Nevertheless, today was Thursday, and the sun did come out, as was told to us. I was coming home from work, after stopping at the store, carrying the cranberries and the green beans. The turkey would be almost done by now, I knew. I walked to punch in my code for my building, which was guarded by thirteen armed escorts, and, as per mandate, carried my bags on my left arm in case my right hand was needed for fingerprint identification at any time.
By Rose Rossi5 years ago in Humans