literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Bright Blue Eyes
I remember being a sapling or maybe several over the years that I’ve seen—springs, summers, falls, and winters—I’ve seen them all, but I never felt regarded with such majesty as when he found me in the forest and felled me by hand. He milled me from handsome Lodgepole Pine trees and constructed my modest, yet handsome framework during the summers of his own autumnal years, but year after year he grew smaller and slower until eventually, he was too tired to continue on. That was the year he covered me with tarps for good, where I sat neglected and unfinished through each of the seasons, for what seemed to be years.
By Mary Farnstrom, The Unhinged Alaskan5 years ago in Humans
Falling in love with Love
She stood under the hot spray and cried. It had been so long since she had let anyone this close, so deep the connection was immediate and completely captivating. Just thinking of him, his touch, his kiss, his eyes, left her dazed and emotional. The fact that she had allowed him to get so close, actually shocked her, and now that things were rocky between them, she had to fight the urge to pack her bags, load up the dogs, and get the hell out of town! But then again, she had always been a runner, and somehow when things go serious, she would always find a way to self destruct, she felt it as a way of protecting herself. She'd be damned if she allowed anyone to break her, she could do that all by herself! With all the arguing between them, she had started to panic. If he had been any other man, she would have dropped his ass a long time ago, but so devoted, and yet still weak with her love and passion for him, she knew she would never be able to let him go.
By Marcela Baker5 years ago in Humans
NineDime
"Hello? Hello! Well hey stranger, remember me? It's your baby mama, your daughter's mother Mimi?... Haven't heard from you! Did you get my text?....Oh my God Boogie I told you that all I need you to do is send at least $50 every month so I can pay for this fuckin' WIFI! I never ask you for shit, I'm short this month, I need your hel-...HELLOOO Ayla has to log in for class at 8am I can't wait until noon duh!...Seriously, how am I being disrespectf-...You know what, don't even worry about it Boogie, I'll figure this out WITHOUT you like I ALWAYS do!" Mimi tapped on the red hang up button of her iPhone 10 thirty times before she was satisfied. Boiling with anger, the hot tears forced themselves out of Mimi's bloodshot red eyes onto her flushed face. She quickly wiped her face dry, took a deep breath, and opened up the messages in her phone.
By CierraLatasha5 years ago in Humans
Falling for Romeo
Chapter 1 Even though that day was two months ago, it still hurts to think about it. Two months. That's all it has been. In those two months, I was in a daze throughout the entire time. I hardly ate, I slept most of the day, and went to school. It wasn't the best of ways to deal with my depression, but it worked for me.
By Neecie Millard5 years ago in Humans
Lights of Akahele
Daphne Pierce wonders what being crushed feels like as she drives to her parent’s estate. She’s rented a blue convertible and has the top down to take in the balmy island air of Oahu. On the sides of the narrow dirt road are Coconut Palms and Moluccan albizia trees swaying gently. They remind her of brontosaurus necks and once again she thinks of being crushed. She wonders if the brain shuts down once one understands they are to be crushed. Or perhaps, one dies so quickly that there is nothing, only a glimpse of something coming, something huge—like mountains appearing from a fog. And suddenly, she sees it, the Koolau Mountain Range looming against the sheet of sky, unclothing itself from fog like many breasts erupting from gauzy lace.
By Lolo Sullivan 5 years ago in Humans
The Hard Road Up
A pair of dirty hands placed an item on the pawn shop’s counter. From the other side, clean hands reached forth with smartly pressed cuffs and unfolded the rags. The item within was an old and well-used revolver. The clean hands turned the gun this way and that.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Humans
Shards Of Being: Ch. 4
SOPHIA Houston didn’t experience many chilly days during the winter. Today was an exception. The crisp air reminded me it was New Year’s Eve and that there had been actual snowflakes on the ground when I left Marina’s house to pick up some last minute decorations for tonight’s party. Dave drove us into town late in the afternoon and we decided to divide and conquer if we were going to get all these items on Marina’s list in time. We also picked Quinn’s Bakery as our final resting spot before heading back to Marina’s. However, I decided I wanted to pick up some hot chocolate for the road and headed into the local coffee shop first.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Humans
The Lady and The Lover
The Lady and the Lover My Dear Sethian, By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire with brilliant color. Inspired, I came back in to write you this letter my love. My feelings for you are palpable and you need to know how genuine my sentiments run through my soul. I am enamored with the way your eyes sparkle when you see me or the way your hair tousles as the wind blows through it. My heart fills with deep desire when I’m near you. I am enthralled by your profound intensity. Why do you want me so? Yes, I am a woman of status, but I have flaws- many flaws. You don’t look at the blemishes of my life but the love in my heart. You complete me. This may sound cliché, but I really feel that you are the better part of myself. Please know that these words are sacred and I do not kiss and tell and kindly afford me this one bit of secrecy. My love for you is not a shameful thing and if that is what you are thinking then I have not been dutiful in my actions nor have I explained my feelings well. Darling Sethian, I will be with you and beside you all the days of our lives. I promise to always love you with all the ferocity of our first intimacy. When I see you, passion is the only emotion I have besides love in its truest form. I feel washed white with the purity of us- a snowflake melding together with another as it falls from the gates of Heaven itself. Come with me as the present meets the future and our story will be told throughout the generations. I want to bear your children- as many as you desire. May they be as intelligent and full of wit and kindness as you are, my love. Take me in your arms and hold me. I need to feel your warmth and growing desire for me. I shan’t not think of the times, all the wonderful times, that we have spent entangled in ecstasy. I blush as I am writing this. You have made me feel things that I have never allowed myself to feel, which scares me but also thrills me. I give all I have and all I’ll ever be to you and you alone. No other will grace my heart in such a way. Tell me you love me, Sethian. For I wilt and die without you. Love me without abandon and tell me that we can finally be together forever. In the evening before last, my brother escorted me to the fair that came into our town. Curiosity overtook me and I paid the fortune teller gypsy a visit. She was a mystical soul with piercing eyes that foretold many a future. I was sure that she would put any worries that I may have had to rest. It didn’t materialize in the manner one would expect. She revealed to me that the love of my life would forsake me and be found in the arms of another. I dashed from that wretched place with tears on my face and malice in my heart. All the time we had spent together was washed away so totally- so completely that I had to do what needed to be done. Sethian- your dishonesty will not be accepted nor forgiven. I have given you all of me and in return I got less than nothing.
By Tracey Lalena 5 years ago in Humans
Birds From Her Piano
Hubert Chlebek, ninety-two, puttled his walker happily down the hall of the Shady Pines Rest Home. It was Sunday morning, and that meant french toast. The smells came floating to him, and he imagined the scent as a gently twisting yellow puff of smoke in the air leading right to his nose. It smelled sweet and inviting. It smelled like a good morning to Hubert and he breathed it in happily.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Humans
