literature

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

  • Don Peavy Sr
    Published 3 days ago
    THE FAREWELL DINNER

    THE FAREWELL DINNER

    Jonathan Williams, in response to his mother telling him Kristina was calling, got up from his bed and walked into the kitchen where the only telephone was other than the one in his mother’s bedroom.
  • Trenton Bickel
    Published 4 days ago
    FareWell

    FareWell

    Call it a fairy tale; for this day started out almost identical to one. I was completely unaware of what the future had planned for me. I became accompanied by a surprise. One which would soon change everything, allowing me to become dumbfounded for what was about to happen. It was a lost needle in a haystack, completely and utterly unpredictable, and here my life was about to change in less than a fraction of a second.
  • Valentina Savage
    Published 4 days ago
    Adam, Eve and the psychedelic apple

    Adam, Eve and the psychedelic apple

    « You’re a good girl » he said.
  • Mary Booth
    Published 5 days ago
    I Just Need A Friend Right Now

    I Just Need A Friend Right Now

    “I’m so sorry,” I said, trying to compose myself. I wanted to slap my hand to my forehead for letting that slip. “You just caught me off guard.”
  • Leah Folpe
    Published 5 days ago
    blue moon road

    blue moon road

    In the midst of the farmland on the outskirts of Moorhead there is a nature preserve with a dirt path that runs in a circle, criss-crossing twice over the river. The nature preserve was named after Izaak Walton, but I don’t know why. I guess because most things are named after old white men from England. In the winter when the trees were bare I used to walk from the path across the barren corn fields, my fingers curled like baby mice in my coat pockets. The twice-frozen snow crunched under my feet. The dogs ran ahead of me, noses to the ground, chasing the path of deer or coyotes or rabbits. I can’t help but wander away from the path when the world is like that, when everything is blanketed in white and sounds like radio static. Not even the sound of the cars on the highway came through. Further into the woods there are deep depressions in the snow where the deer lay curled up for the night, their tiny hoofed footprints leading away and then disappearing on the thick layer of ice that covers the pond.
  • Lily Ann
    Published 5 days ago
    Rain 1.2

    Rain 1.2

    Rachel walked down to the dining hall filled with costumers settling down for their supper for the night, my father was seated in the right side of the room with a small group of people. A man, tall, dark haired. He was dressed in loose-fitting shirt and trousers, he was with a woman a bit shorter than him, dressed in a dark misty brown dress. her hair tied up in a tight bun in the back of her head. and another man, almost equally as tall. Dressed the same, with pepper grey hair.
  • Najah Muhammad
    Published 6 days ago
    A Night With No Stars

    A Night With No Stars

    Finally, my time had arrived. I’d been planning this for two and a half years, testing every theme, planning every detail, tasting every dish, agonizing over the perfect music. This would be the evening that I’d finally get to see it all together. All I could do now was hope that it was going to look like the night of my dreams. After all the time I spent getting myself ready, I was prepared to experience it all with fresh eyes, right next to the people I cherished most that were already waiting inside.
  • maison
    Published 6 days ago
    The shadows of us

    The shadows of us

    It’s 2 AM and my breathing is starting to pick up. Am I panicking? Am I fighting for too much right now? Maybe the world around me is caving in, I can hear my heartbeat, and I don’t doubt that wherever you are, you can hear it too. You’re outside, you’re across the house, you’re in the other room, you’re across the counter. You inch closer and closer, my breathing gets deeper, suddenly there is a pit in my stomach. Am I going to puke, maybe it’s from the alcohol?
  • Olivia Ritota
    Published 6 days ago
    Amber and Mary Jane

    Amber and Mary Jane

    There the woman sat, with her long brown hair, even longer jacket caped under her short shorts, legs wrapped in her favorite fishnet stockings, and her big, black combat boots. On the table next to her sat a No Smoking sign, with a joint between her fingers she knocked down said sign, keeping the words out of her vision. If anyone could understand the torment she had gone through in the last year, the loss of her entire family, her husband and three children, they would halt their judgments regarding her more recent behavior. They would be able to remember how great of a person and mother she truly was.
  • Jaeden coltess
    Published 8 days ago
    Rumours of the rink

    Rumours of the rink

    Asra watched as Lillian was pulling the laces tight on their new skates. Breaking in new skates is always the worst and when they need to break in new skates, Lillian would give Asra half days so they could go home and rest.
  • Lily Ann
    Published 8 days ago
    Running Through The Rain
  • Lily Ann
    Published 8 days ago
    Rain 1.0

    Rain 1.0

    Willia m's POV