literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
A Night of a Thousand Stars
I remember when I was alone and cold. Especially in freshman year of college, you were there across the hall from me, wearing your baggy sweats, with your imperfectly perfect bangs, complimenting your beanie. There you were, listening to that song, KANON. The way the chords complimented each other, how peace transformed into thunderous harmony. Every key turned into you. The look you gave me. The look you saw from me. Was it the same look? I don’t know. I remember how the song complimented your blue eyes, how it rushed and flowed like the ocean, never ending, never standing still. How can one possess the power of the ocean? How can one like this exist? How beautiful how tranquil, how never ending.
By Joshua Alejandro5 years ago in Humans
Dollars < Sense
She was at that corruptible age where duplicitous friends and family were not yet revealed to her in their adult form, yet their sugar-coated malice could be faintly detected along with some bitter note on the tongue. This was the bitterness Faye Holbrook soured her petite and beautiful—if not somewhat precocious—face at, along with the sweet, sweet liberty that a $20,000 inheritance can bring to a 13-year-old girl from a low-middle-income family, if used properly. Of course, the dollars she inherited were trivial compared with the good sense passed down from her industrious parents—who respected the teenage hunger for responsibility to equal parts fun—colored with their own impoverished, naïve worldview when it came to the serpentine dwellers of the inherently wobbly branches of the family tree.
By Greg Evenden5 years ago in Humans
A Friend In Me
I always had a huge imagination; along with that imagination came a friend that lived inside of it. My friend would always tell me good things. She would always guide me to weird places, and I would always find great things in these places. I never second guessed my friend, because she lived in my imagination for so long, and she became so real to me. My friend inside knew that I had a million things going through my mind, because that’s where she lived of course.
By Justice Sinkler5 years ago in Humans
Up the celery slide
I walk up the celery slide into a fancy hotel, and there's a guy with a towel tied bandanna-style over his face. He asks an employee in checkered shorts something I don’t hear, and the employee leads him into a hotel room up the stairs, where he hands over a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper to a house-elf wearing a tea towel. I follow because I want to see how chlorinated the water is. I notice the bed under a ceiling painting of Elvis ice-skating on a frozen pond next to a fruiting pear tree, is rumpled. I drink the water out of a bar sink, and it tastes ok.
By @choosethesmiles5 years ago in Humans
A Subtle Itch
“You should be ashamed of yourself!” he yelled at her, thinking he had gotten her off the gambling horse, until he found her stash of scratchers under the utensil holder in the drawer. It was one of the few times he helped to put away dishes, and he noticed that the drawer was a little hard to open, since the container was touching the top. It wasn’t supposed to touch the top…
By Ariana GonBon5 years ago in Humans
Do You Really Want To Know?
I first saw it sticking out of his back pocket, just the edges of it. He got up from pizza when we heard a drip... I was watching him look under the sink for a leak, appreciating one round cheek under his worn out, pink showing through string-bare butt jeans- then noting the other side was dense,flat and hanging low. Not a wallet, I clocked it. And after that, each time I looked, it was always in there.
By Eloise Zeeman5 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
The fog was thick within my heart from the memory of dad. I can still see him handing me his black book from his death bed. I would have never known what was instore for me after that. The thought feeds deep inside of my internal female affections for what would come to me in life. My blessed life is cursed with love, money, and fortune all from this little black book from that night.
By Anthony Beaver5 years ago in Humans
The Last Thing Beatrice Did
9:01 a.m. On top of the empty styrofoam container from Sunshine China sat another containing a half-eaten hoagie from Dom’s. The screensaver on her laptop lulled her to sleep, the Herschel’s Warehouse logo bouncing around the screen, just barely missing the corners on its unending course. She wondered if it would ever land directly in a corner. “8-ball, corner pocket!” she whispered aloud, then giggled.
By Trenton Anthony5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Little Black Book Behold, the beginning of a new and beautiful world, emerging from the ashes of the old, figuratively speaking of course. No one can really remember the old, and to be honest I don’t think anyone wants to. Though no one could remember, there is this dark disturbing feeling one gets from thinking back further than yesterday. I don’t know how you feel about it, but I think some things should just be left in the past. Nevertheless, godly men, and women, rose in this new day and you could feel it in the air. There was one specific man that spent his whole life looking for one pure soul, and with that pure soul he’d be able to… we’ll get to that. They called this man Sonnie and Sonnie was a man of the people and for the people.
By Aebol the Fourth5 years ago in Humans
