literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
What Did You Do?
There is something about night time that seems just a bit out of step with the world in the day. Charleston didn’t seem to be a bad place, overall, but it definitely wasn’t New York. Jazz music floated in the night around their carriage, a different flavor than New York, possibly even better, but it brought with it resentment and sadness. With his knee the way it was, it’s not like he could dance even if he was in New York. He leaned against the wall, pulled his hat over his eyes, and imaged dancing, just for Jack, his feet moving like lightning.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
MARY IS IN DANGER
THE HARASSMENT OF MARY Once upon a time in a city of Pittsburgh, a man robbed a woman who was leaving McDonald's after dark. The woman, Mary, was short, blond, blue-eyed, and she worked at the restaurant. She'd gone there that night to buy a hamburger. The man forced Mary to give him her purse.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Humans
Granny and Goose
It was close to Christmas and that usually meant baking and cooking and family and friends. This year was a little different though. Joann was feeling sad about the upcoming holidays because it would be the first without her husband, Earl. She didn't really feel up to her usual spread of candies and sweets and lovely dishes. She was still having her family over and for Christmas and was still planning on being part of the cooking, but she had decided to not makes sweets this year. She just didn't have the heart. How would it be without Earl there, sticking his finger into batches, burning his tongue on fresh baked cookies because he just couldn't wait, and proclaiming how delicious everything was. It brought a tear to her eye to think of it and she just couldn't imagine doing it without him here.
By Tabitha White5 years ago in Humans
Chip Arrives Late
Chip Arrives Late Room 222 of the RCC HEC-building felt devoid of something. You see, though filled to the brim with students, it missed one integral occupant: the professor. Eyes glossy and bodies stationary, students sat listening to the dull hum of afternoon wafting into the dull atmosphere, forcing several normally introverted personalities to partake in sparse conversation lest they subside into that lulling song of sleep. Of course, the safest topic pertaining to conversing with “acquaintances” lies with in the weather. Therefore, out of sheer boredom, a small section of the classroom began to discuss the flighty, hormonal patterns of Oregon weather. The topic slowly progressed into a scientific conversation and further molded into the topic of global warming.
By Shelby Wells5 years ago in Humans
The Victor
Is it a blog? No. Is it a story? Kind of. Is it an autobiography? Almost. The truth is, I'm not really sure what it is at all, but I have absolutely no shame in saying that it is literally all about me. It's more like my mental health journey than anything, so please be aware that there are a LOT of things that could set some people off, including ED's, depression and suicide, verbal, physical and emotional abuse, anxiety, sexual assault and some violence.
By Abigail Valdez5 years ago in Humans
Jack & Tammy: The Party
Jack and Tammy are at a party. But they don’t know each other yet. Tammy knows half of the people there and a quarter of them have fucked off somewhere to different parts of the house to smoke different things, meet different people and order new drinks.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Humans
There's Magic in Ravello
Chapter Six -There’s Magic in Ravello The next day, Jon and I take a bus ride up to Ravello, known on the Amalfi coast as the Music City. We have no idea what we’re doing or where we’re going. All we know, courtesy of the front desk, is we have to catch a bus to get there.
By Stefani Milan5 years ago in Humans
A Love For Stories Continued
Okay so it's been a while, had a lot of things going on lately but i hope you enjoyed my first story of many. In my youth and teenage years i have written over 30 stories, letting my imagination run wild, and helping me to cope with all the bad stuff.
By Lushanya Matthews5 years ago in Humans
Lies
Mavis didn't look like a liar, and Joan didn't seem like one either. Joan and Mavis had stopped lying to each other ten years ago, or at least they stopped pretending that they weren't when they both knew that they were. Watching the crowd rush by from the patio at the market, they recognized how fortunate they were. Hundreds of people trudged by with shoulders slumped and eyes glazed, trying to get through another meaningless day, pretending that they were okay and that they were living a Facebook dream life. The human droids didn't notice the smells from the market or the sounds of the water. The rhythm of the farmers and fishermen stacking their wares getting ready for another busy day went unnoticed. For the two old friends, they saw possibilities, not extravagance but small moments of appreciation and wonder.
By Bob McInnis5 years ago in Humans
