literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Moon's Permission
Milk and Rum Chapter One Galen Francis McNeil, a month into his 18th year, had come off a winning night, had nearly twenty five dollars in his pocket, and felt like this might be the best moment of his whole life. He had a new hat, cast off from his sugar daddy, but it was a twenty dollar imported French hat, hand stitched, with an ace of hearts tucked inside the rim. It was the hat he was going to be buried in, someday.
By Duointherain5 years ago in Humans
Belle Cottage
Belle was driving to Belle Cottage to stay for a couple of days just to get away from the city. The lonely road stretched for miles in front of her. The swishing of the windshield wipers going back and forth kept her awake, and the heater blew out a steady stream of warm air. A little distance down the road, she heard a loud pop and she pulled over on the side of the road to see what caused the noise. She got out in the frigid air, and walked around the car. Just as she thought, the tire on the passenger side was completely gone, and the snow was drifting down a lot faster than she liked.
By Pamela Brown5 years ago in Humans
Best Intentions
Best Intentions…”The First Twenty”, is a short story, a collection of twenty tales of young love from 1970 through 1980. It is written in a creative non-fiction format. A love story of one boy’s relationships with the girls in his life. From ten years of age, through to his twentieth year.
By jason rummer5 years ago in Humans
Kevin's Homecoming
Present The diner Robert had chosen was a small one situated on the side of the highway just outside of town. The exterior of the building was covered in stucco and painted bright white. The large square windows trimmed in red were turned so that they appeared to be diamond-shaped. When Kevin stepped out of the car, he noticed the old metal bottle caps from soda bottles. He remembered when he was a boy and treasured the different colored caps he found in the Texaco station’s sand parking lot.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Humans
Best Intentions...The First Twenty
“All relationships begin with the mystery of connection, and the best intentions…” Forward Best Intentions…”The First Twenty”, is a short story, a collection of twenty tales of young love from 1970 through 1980. It is written in a creative non-fiction format. A love story of one boy’s relationships with the girls in his life. From ten years of age, through to his twentieth year.
By jason rummer5 years ago in Humans
Kevin's Homecoming
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Present Jordan Brown sat behind his desk and appeared to be meditating. The office was dark except for the single lamp on his desk. The ballast was weakening and caused the fluorescent light to buzz and crackle as it flickered. His hands folded together as if in prayer while both his pinky fingers tapped nervously on the aged wood surface. He drew in a deep breath and reached out to push the intercom button.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Humans
The Devil Wears Lula
It was a day just like the last 4 years. He woke up, she was already awake sitting on the couch with her Lula on. The house was in shambles and she was sitting down watching tv. He shook his head in annoyance and went to start the dishes. The dishes were stacked, she was suppose to have done them two nights ago but had always put them off. Being annoyed with the mess he started to do the dishes himself. The days went by one after another all blending into one big ball of gray. The only thing that usually lit up his day was his daughters. The oldest was a little angel. She had suffered from a sickness in the womb and came out on top of it. She was a couple years old now and her terrible twos didn’t even really occur. Her baby sister who had just been born the year prior in her mom’s arms sleeping. Once he was done with the dishes he made sure to dry off his hands and play with the oldest.
By Ezikiel Creed5 years ago in Humans
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Kevin wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sun seemed unusually warm for late March. Thin, wispy clouds raced above the tops of the pine trees, promising neither rain nor shade. He worked diligently in the garden, pulling at the last weeds and vines from the soil.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Humans
