literature

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

A Dream That Is Manifested
It’s been almost three months since Chandra Alexander was laid off as a Medical Receptionist at the St. Mark General Hospital in
By Candace Sinopoli Bennett 5 years ago in Humans
A Crow Named Sam
Misty had pretended to hunt before, but today she decided it was going to be for real. At ten weeks old, the young fledgling barn owl had her adult feathers in and she was nearly as large as her parents. Just two weeks ago, she was learning how to fly and now she’s ready to do more than just play with her siblings in the nest. Mom and Dad were still bringing them food, but less often now. She could feel the grumbling of her hungry stomach calling for a fresh field mouse. She decided pouncing on a small pile of leaves the wind was whipping around wasn’t going to sooth her hunger.
By Becky Murphy5 years ago in Humans
Grandmother's Book
For the last five years, Sara felt like she was stuck reliving the same day over and over. Wake up exhausted, go to her dull nine to five office job, arrived home drained and zone out to tv and repeat. She deeply desired a creative job like writing. But that was a crazy thought and never seemed to fit into this horrible cycle she created for herself. Her father taught her at an early age that she needed to do whatever it took to make steady money, and that is just how the world worked. But today was slightly different, there was a big change in the monotonous routine that she walked through like a robot. Sara’s estranged great grandmother had passed away a month ago, she wouldn’t even have known this occurred if it wasn’t for a small cottage being left to her. Today was the day she would move into the unfamiliar house, attempting to break out of her disenchanting everyday routine. As she woke up she was suddenly hit with a feeling of dread, like a punch to the stomach. Did she become so used to her dull routine that change was impossible now, was she making a horrible mistake leaving her comfortable one-bedroom apartment. She had no time to ruminate over these thoughts anymore as the movers were now knocking at the door.
By Bri5 years ago in Humans
Whomever Finds This.
FROM THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF SAMUEL REYNOLDS: I, Samuel Reynolds, do hereby claim this story I am writing to be true. I have not told anyone about this before. However, before I lose my life to the cancers which affect me, I feel I must reveal this tale I am about to tell.
By Halden Mile5 years ago in Humans
Love. Unstable.
His face pale, His eyes BLUE... I fell in love, My love is TRUE. "REBEKAH OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!!" The tears and blood streamed down my skin, as I rocked back and forth in comfort. My body instinctively jumped each time his fist slammed against the hard wooden door. I pictured his face screaming on the other side: Wild and red, veins popping out, and spit being disgustedly misted.
By Kyla Lister5 years ago in Humans
Don't Judge a Book by it's Cover
My day started like any other; filled with dread. I did all the things, and played all the songs trying to get myself into the mood to have a day that was somewhat of an adventure. Since COVID, every day started to look the same. Blurring into one another, with no individuality or fun built in. I listened to the meditations about discovering myself as I bathed. "Take care of your body, for your body is your home" it said. I laughed out loud and sunk deeper in the water.
By Kristin Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Broken Without You
My Dearest Ruth, I trust this letter finds you in good health. The thoughts of you and I are like a constant symphony in my mind playing the same song repeatedly. I yearn to feel you, to touch you the way we once did. I am saddened at the thought of laying my eyes on you, yet unable to encapsulate your body with mine. The tips of my fingers crave the shape of your womanly curves. To taste your sweet lips again is the reason for my living. I would love to run my fingers through your hair, pull you close to me, and passionately kiss you, showing you how deeply I care for you. However, again, I must fold this letter and put it in this envelope and leave it in our secret place. One day soon, I will ravish your body and never let you go.
By Robyn Moss 5 years ago in Humans
Predatory Animals
It was a day like any other when the postman delivered my draft notice. I’d woke at dawn, roused by Father, and went about my morning duties on the ranch.
By Conor Boland5 years ago in Humans
John
Chloe, running late as usual brushed past the other girls in the dressing room, heading for the showers. She quickly hopped in before the water was fully heated as she began washing her hair she couldn’t help, thinking about her 9 year old twin daughters she had left at home alone again to fend for themselves. Chloe had ordered a couple of pizzas on her way out the door, hugging and kissing her girls and telling them not to worry she would be home before they woke up to get ready for school. The hour and a half drive to the club gave Chloe too much time to think and worry if her girls would really be okay. The twins were very mature for their age, super intelligent, and very capable of taking care of one another. Chloe’s real fear was that they would eventually realize that she wasn’t really a waitress. Chloe prayed every time she drove to work that her girls would never find out that what their mother really did every evening. Because what she really did was swing around a pole. A “dancer” she would call herself when joking with her very close friends that knew the truth, Chloe was a stripper. Every evening she left the house with her hair in a ponytail and very little make up as she headed out the door to wait tables keeping up the rouse. Chloe finished washing her hair, shaving her legs, precious areas and under arms, then sugar scrubbed every inch of her body making sure every crevice was silky smooth. After drying off she grabbed her g-string, heels and lingerie from her locker and quickly got dressed. It wouldn’t be long before her name was called to appear on Main stage. Chloe lotioned every inch of her body, blow dryed, straightened her hair, glued on her fake lashes and put on her make up just in time for first call. As she walked out of the dressing room smelling of dream angels Heavenly, making her way to main stage she spots 4 regulars. It’s going to be a good night. She shakes off her worries and makes her way on to Main and her regulars move to closer to the stage. Chloe smiles at each man making eye contact so that they feel as though they are the only men in the room. She makes her way around the stage attentively dancing for each one. Other men see the connection with the regulars and move in so that they might receive the same attention and make a new connection for themselves. Chloe smiles and leans towards each new face whispering hello and introducing herself to her new friends. One of the new men stood out. “Hello, John”, he recieves an especially warm and welcoming smile, and the song ends. Chloe gathers up the cash that has been thrown about main stage and makes her way to stage 2. Every man follows. Stage 2 is more intimate and allows for closer contact than main stage. Chloe lays down arches her back and has close conversations with her regulars and all of the new faces as she scissors her legs and ever so slightly spreads them apart to reveal her g-string covered precious parts. “Hello, John”, he smiles, he cannot speak. Chloe smiles and warmly asks if John would like a dance. He nods, yes. She grins and moves to stage 3, all men follow. Stage 3 is more of the same, accept the regulars already know that they are bidding for Chloe’s time and attention, therefore they all prepay for dances. As Chloe exits stage 3, she quickly covers herself and makes her rounds to hug each of the men wanting her attention. She has them all in waiting as she takes each of their hands and guides them to the back one by one. 2 hours pass before Chloe can make her way back to John. “Hello, John”. John turns beat red, “Hello, Chloe”. She takes his hand and leads him to the back, even though her feet are killing her and her body aches from moving nonstop for the past 2 hours. Chloe dances for John and talks with him throughout each dance, after dancing 5 songs straight, Chloe asks John if he’d like to get a private room. He nods yes. Once in the private room, John says, “I know you are tired. You do not have to dance, just talk to me.” Relieved, and ever so attracted to John, she rests. He spends over $3000 that evening on Chloe and continues to visit her every week spending the same. After several months, John reveals to Chloe that he may not be working in town anymore and that he may not see her for a while. Heartbroken Chloe says her goodbyes. There will be other “Johns”, she tells herself. That evening Chloe’s manager tells her that one of her clients had forgotten something at his table. The something was a John’s table, Chloe picked up the little black book, she had never seen John with a little black book before and curiosity was killing her. She decided one little peel couldn’t hurt, besides she has no way of contacting John, perhaps his phone number was written inside. Chloe headed towards the dressing room and was stopped along the way by a regular. She smiled, took him by the hand and headed towards the back room, several hours later she heard last call. She hugged her client and began making her way around the room to hug and tell each of her regulars goodnight, by this time the club was lit up like a Christmas tree with every light on, she then made her way to the dressing room. She had almost forgotten about John’s little black book. She sat down in her dressing chair and slowly opened the book, written inside, was a love letter from John, “Chloe, after tonight I will most likely never see you again, the past few months have been amazing. I need you to know that I love you. I realize you may not feel the same way, but I need you to know that I do. I wanted to take you with me, but I know that you have twin daughters and that you are committed to loving and caring for them and that my plan is most likely not your plan. I love you. I knew that you would pick this little black book up from my table and I hoped that you would open it looking for my contact information. If you are reading this, my plan worked. My contact information can be found on the signed check enclosed for $1,000,000 for me this is nothing, but I know that this money could be life changing for you. Feel free to deposit it or if you have by chance fallen in love with me as I have you, call me and come away with me. You and your daughters will never want for anything ever again for the rest of your lives. Entirely your decision. Love, John
By MR WE5 years ago in Humans
Stains of Coffee
The dark clouds covered the sky over the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. There was no sign of birds today to create beautiful music for one's ears to hear. «Another Monday! Another day!» Yousef said as he inhaled deeply with his eyes fixed on the mirror, dressed in his white T-shirt, and his hair unbrushed scattered in all directions. He stood there in silence and motionless as if he was seeing the reflection, which stood before him for the very first time. A tall man, rather slim, with sad eyes exchanged views with him. The clock sitting next to his bed ticked as he followed his daily routine. He washed himself, put on his brown suit, ate toasted bread with two boiled egges, and drank black tea with a drop of honey to add flavor.
By Malika B.5 years ago in Humans
The Girl in a Pink Dress
The little girl watched her Auntie May comb her long curly black hair out of her face and into a bright pink bow on the top of her head, giving her a bouncing pony tail that swished from side to side. She twirled around in her light pink dress, making it fly around her in a precious circle. The satin pink dress fell to her knees, and a bright white ribbon wrapped around her torso under her chest into a big pristine white bow in the back. The little girl fingered the white lace that ran around the hem of her dress. The colors contrasted so well with her dark brown skin, she was delighted! Why, she thought that it must be the finest dress in all of Harlem. She even supposed that she could be mistaken for a princess. She figured that this special holiday was the best ever because she got to dress up prettier than any other day of the year. As she admired her reflection in the mirror, the curiosity of youth crawled up behind her and took her by surprise, and so she asked, “Auntie May, why do we always dress up on this day and meet everyone at the park for a cookout?”
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Humans
The Art Of Folding
"Rhys! Where are you, I need someone to rant to about the positively atrocious day that I've been having." Mary blew into the shop like an expensive whirlwind, silk skirts flying, perfectly-curled blonde hair swinging indignantly at the injustices of the world. Rhys looked up from behind the counter where she had been pouring over a battered old book, already smiling at her friend.
By Typethreewriter5 years ago in Humans