literature

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

The Scandal
Jessica (Me): “OH MY GOSH!” I could not believe it. I waited for this moment for so long. I looked at Lucas in disbelief. We had been dating for about a year now, and finally he was asking the question. Everyone told me that he was no good, but I didn’t care because I knew who he was deep down. My eyes teared up as he was about to ask the question.
By Young Poetic Queen7 years ago in Humans
Short Stories - The Treasure of Pike's Peak
Treasure, there’s a word that could get your attention. It’s not just the wealth that entices people. It’s the adventure, the quest for glory. As wonderful as it sounds, it sometimes comes with a heavy price. That price is often destroyed friendships, heartbreak, and sometimes death.
By Andrew Hoover7 years ago in Humans
Short Stories - Introduction
It was a hot summer day that Monday afternoon. So hot, in fact, that car engines were not starting, cows were not giving milk, and all the birds were hiding in the trees. But that didn’t bother Billie Joe. She was determined to enjoy her summer day. Billie Joe, a young, red-headed girl, skipped aimlessly across a deserted field covered in wildflowers, dandelions, and tall green grass. Her complexion was white. She had spent the entire winter indoors recovering from pneumonia. At last, she could go outside and soak up some sunshine.
By Andrew Hoover7 years ago in Humans
Blooming Romance
Maddy sat at a small flower cover table, her hair in a beautiful long braid. She sighed as she scrolls through her feed of possible matches; she never enjoyed online dating, but she's done it because whenever she's alone, she feels so empty that all her demons fill her head. She stopped at this one profile of this Navy man. Usually she wouldn't even give military men a second glance since she grew up in such a broken family mostly due to the military, but there was just something about him she couldn't pin to just one word. Maddy hovered over the app for a solid three minutes just debating if she should hit the like button; she flipped through the pictures on his profile. Half the people on this site don't actually talk to all their matches, she thought, so she decided to go with the flow and hit the like button, and by that time, it was time for her to start her shift, so she put her phone away and went to work.
By Corrie Hayward7 years ago in Humans
Whether the Weather
When you look at something what do you see? Can you see beyond the surface? She was always accepted and easily befriended. A beautiful child with long, golden hair and bright, green eyes, people seemed to gravitate toward her from the very beginning. She was a happy girl and always smiling. She delighted in helping people and seeing them happy.
By Beverly Velez7 years ago in Humans
House Full of Memories
The field was full of dandelions, as far as the eye could see. The house that was once more like a prison, looked so small to him now; but he couldn’t deny the sick feeling brewing in his stomach. He stood there on the edge of the dirt road, debating if he should get any closer. He wasn’t sure if he could, but he had come so far already.
By Beverly Velez7 years ago in Humans
The Middle-Aged Wizard
My aunt tells me I was born thirty-five and get more middle-aged every year. I used to resent this, but I’ve grown to accept it as an undeniable truth of my life. I am, perpetually, a grumpy old man. Not in a quirky, funny sort of way either. More so in the literal sense. I’m always losing my keys. I think that eight is way too late to eat dinner. I get weird back pains. I like to be in bed by ten or I get cranky. Let me explain more clearly; I do not relate well to people my age. Inherent responsibility and a strict moral code do not give off the impression that I’m fun to be around. It doesn’t help that I have a look about me that makes it seem like I’m always being sarcastic. Due to this curse of maturity, I directed my focus toward the future at a very young age. As if the moment I turn forty my mind and body will finally align, and I’ll be comfortable in my skin. It doesn’t work that way, though, and thinking about the future all the time is taxing on a young person. In order to cope with the grumpy old man constantly nudging me with his cane, I carve out moments in my reasonably managed daily schedule for my inner child, moments when I give myself permission to act my age, or even younger. It just so happens that these moments usually involve reading Harry Potter.
By Sam Puett7 years ago in Humans
Romances: Is the Genre at the Verge of Getting Stagnant?
It's easier to prove than a theorem that most avid readers of romances are girls, and I don't claim to be any different. There was a time when I could have devoured a romance faster than you could say the word. But in the last couple of years I have probably shelved 30 half read romances because I didn't have the energy to sit through "boy meets girl, both have attitude/ class/ gender/ health/ race issues that they need to overcome." I blamed it on getting older and wiser, because let's face it, though we know these problems exists and we have been reminded of these time and again, we also know that in this day and age we have evolved enough for solutions to these. However, now I don't think I should be blaming my wisdom for not being able to relate to such romances, there MUST be something that is not sitting right with this genre!
By Sumaiya Soha7 years ago in Humans
The Operator
Despite the sun radiating through his bedroom window and the sound of his sister’s laughter next door, Jackson was heartbroken. Even the aroma of cinnamon that wafted up from downstairs couldn’t raise his spirits. The comfort of French toast could not replace what he’d lost—or rather, what he’d found—that morning.
By Leo Dis Vinci7 years ago in Humans
The Night Bird (Ch. 3)
Chapter Three 5:21 AM. Robin’s alarm went off, and she hit snooze—just like grandpa always did. She always griped about his morning routine, but here she was doing the same thing. As her old alarm clock rang for a second time, she opened her eyes, and a grin as big as the sun instantly swept across her face. Today was the day—it had FINALLY arrived; her last day at both jobs.
By Adri J7 years ago in Humans
Bonfire of the Rebels
Late August 1981, and the hot breath of summer was still beating down the back of my neck as I loaded up the 1964 T-bird and headed off to college. I had grasped the grizzly hand of Destiny and decided to join my friends who were two years ahead of me in the Phi Sig fraternity at WTU. It didn't take long upon arrival to ascertain my predicament. My former classmates, Curtis and Walt, had already flunked out, and that just left Ben D. and me. This would have been okay except, not only was Ben disinterested, but also moderately crazy. He had a girlfriend, a temper, and an alcohol problem. One night, after a particularly insane party, the frat house awoke to loud pandemonium. Ben had taken the sword from atop the fireplace mantle and had wrought some destruction on our living room.
By Lana Broussard7 years ago in Humans
The Night Bird (Ch. 2)
Chapter Two Today felt like any other day. Get up, go to work, go to class, drive home. Routine, that’s all it was. But she felt like something was missing. Harvey hadn’t called all week. That was odd, but Robin wasn’t surprised. What should she expect? He was always busy. A meeting here, a meeting there. Fly to that city, meet this client there. His life seemed like such a blur at times.
By Adri J7 years ago in Humans