literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Fiery Cross
Through a thick fog, Bannon Sullivan slowly made his way home by following alongside the dark outline of a continuous stone wall; just one of hundreds of walls built by the toil of poor Irish farmers. Each stone ripped and plucked from the rich earth to clear land owned by landlords.
By Charlotte Manley Salyer5 years ago in Humans
Arena Of Life
Lord Lycaon made his entrance silently. Entering through a door on the boy’s right, the Lord of the House of Wolves was flanked by two other slaves. As Lord Lycaon took a seat behind the table, his servants moved to surround themselves on either side of the table. Lycaon’s bodyguards were as big and tall as Durus; they were dark-skinned, had short black hair, and dark eyes. Their arms rippled with muscle and they had short swords at their sides. They wore white tunics and brown sandals like Serpens, but unlike Serpens these servants were brutes. It looked like they had seen their share of fights.
By Pax Victoria5 years ago in Humans
A Long Time Coming
Chris's POV: I've had a lot on my mind lately, football being the last on that very long list. Which was a mistake on my part because of my frazzled thoughts I missed the pass and knew I was in for a good yelling from my younger brother. My girlfriend Marissa close to the bottom of that list as well, she has become something else lately. Someone else that I don't recognize, all she wants to do is fight. She also has been hanging out with my friends or her guy friends a lot more lately, she says it's because I don't talk to her anymore. I know it's supposed to hurt or bother me but it doesn't and I know why it doesn't but I can't let her know that now. Not after what I did to her, not after what I didn't do. all the mistakes that I made and all the things I should have done but didn't. Thinking about that week a year ago now only hurts me. I'm pretty sure she moved on now. How could she not, I've only hurt her and did nothing when the truth finally came out.
By J. R. Rusbridge5 years ago in Humans
Life must be full of sunshine
Life is a long road with infinite divergence, always making choices. If you just choose to eat fried noodles or fried rice, the impact does not seem to be significant, but the choice of which department to study, what job, whether to marry or not, whether to have children, each choice has a profound impact, and different choices will certainly make no difference. The same life. You also said that the unbearable emotion in life lies in the fact that there is no chance to come back again. If what happened at the beginning, there will be no such murmurs that are full of melancholy now, so don't say more. There is no real good or bad in each choice, as long as you regard life as yourself. A unique creation will not look back frequently if you made a different choice.
By Wayne Garza5 years ago in Humans
A Small Reunion
It had been twenty-four years since she had last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. It was the middle of the day, the sun glaring down on her brown hair and pale skin from overhead, the hot summer sun reminding her of the reason she came back. Clarissa had worked hard to avoid any and everyone she went to high school with, but now, here she was, standing right outside the high school gym. Now, she was a different person, though back then she was not. It had taken some time, and a lot of growing, to become who she was now.
By Kelly Brackett5 years ago in Humans
Charlie's Dance
The next week Charlie couldn’t help but feel heavy when his father came to pick him up from school. They were going to the rec center to sign him up for basketball. He’d get all gross and sweaty and he’d definitely not be able to wear anything pretty. If he tried there was no way he wouldn’t get teased. Charlie’s classmates already thought he was weird because he liked so many girly things. At least, he guessed, this would help them see him as more boyish. Because boys had to be boys. And boys didn’t like girly things like frills and lace. They liked mud and sports and trucks.
By Rachel Prett5 years ago in Humans
Best Intentions
Chapter 10 1975 Spring 8th Grade Washington C. H., Ohio “Catherine likes me”, Jackson stated. “Are you kidding man”? Bill said and added, “Yeah she does, her friend Rebecca said she did in home room today”. “That is cool”, Bulluck said back to his friend while munching down on a sandwich. “I have track practice, today, but I think she plays tennis on those courts nearby, and man, I think she lives on the street above the football field”. To which Bill replied, “Sounds like you both can meet. Hey, I got to get to class. See you at practice”. “Right on, see you then” Jackson replied.
By jason rummer5 years ago in Humans
Love or Codependency Chapter 6
Eric leads you through the passageway of your world into his. You look around taking in all the beauty you never thought could have existed until now. You walk along a silver stone walkway admiring the tall yellow grass playing with the wind, the hills in the back made of Autumn leaves that begged to be jumped in. A head of you a stone wall with huge wooden doors, open, welcoming you into their city.
By Honeybee Articles5 years ago in Humans
Kingdom Come: Vanity
The Quest for Unification Accuser: Chief, this man that stands before you with his ragged clothing is nothing but scum! Scum born of scum! Our fathers knew each other, hell his father was a regular at our tavern, drunk till he was sob! At half price! Yet he dared to rob us the day after!
By Lovelace Gyambibi5 years ago in Humans
