literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Way Things Are
Felix Ayman – his name was Felix Ayman. He was just a kid, twenty-one years old, celebrating the luckiest day of his life.
Derek EversPublished 3 years ago in HumansFOR THE LOVE OF MONEY: HOW FAR WILL ONE MAN GO?
Here lies a story of betrayal and deceit between 4 speleologists, 1 book and a lust for greed. Who will greed overtake? Will it be Aaron, Lenny, Daniel, or Michael? As we begin to explore the dynamics of their relationships; character, loyalty and friendship will be pushed to the ultimate test, soon discovering that there will be only one person left standing triumphantly in the end.
Ariyon WellsPublished 3 years ago in HumansA Humble Wish
I was running late to meet my girlfriend. It was a little after 12:45am the day before my birthday, and I told her I was going to be late. I didn’t get a change to tell her just how late it would be. My damn phone died again; the thing was so old and it had been dropped countless of times. I knew where she hid her key though, so I wouldn’t have to wake her up to come over if she was asleep. I got out of the Uber ride and ran up the ten steps of her Brownstone to get to her front door. I grabbed the key from inside the fake rock she had tucked under the fake fern, unlocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place. I lightly knocked as I entered, just in case she was awake.
Gur Oynpx Obbx
Earlier in life, John had many dreams - entire galaxies of thought spun through his head. He remembered the intensity of thought, vivid conversations, endless scrawled notes, and dreams he enrolled people in. Looking back, all of them had come to nothing. He was annoyed thinking about it because everyone he talked to in person was raving about this book that mysteriously hit all the bookstore shelves, had not a single commercial or ad anywhere, but yet every time he'd bump into someone or read a social media post, someone had bought a copy. No one knew the author's true name - the book was a leather black book, was titled Gur Oynpx Obbx, and was written by Gur Nhgube. It seemed like something retrieved randomly from Borges' Library of Babel. It looked like a personal notebook but when you opened the pages it looked like someone had carefully handwritten each page, yet on the back was a barcode and a price tag and inside was a publisher. Whoever wrote it was very clever.
Joel KotarskiPublished 3 years ago in HumansTreasure Map for the Soul
Simon was a man without purpose. Without hope. Since the death of his wife, his grief had consumed him and he found very little capacity for anything else. Not even sleep. He was supposed to be finding a job, but didn’t really know how he was supposed to function in one, given his current state. However, to keep a roof over one’s head - to be able to live at all really - one had to have money, didn’t one? So that was a consideration. He thought more and more these days about the futility of his life, but wondered whether he could actually bring himself to end it.
Ursula FayePublished 3 years ago in Humans82 year old angel
Dani was already running late for her 9am shift start at the café. She looked at her phone, cracked screen and green marble case barely intact and saw 7:05 am. ‘Damn it’, she thought. Dani had to be at work before 7:00 am and she was a good 10 minutes away. She willed the streetcar to go a little faster with no luck.
Hidden Adventures
It was a brisk January morning, there was a slight frost on the ground, and leaving the house required a jacket. Emmy was brushing her teeth in a hurry, she had slept through her alarm and her best friend Ramona was going to arrive any moment. They were going thrifting, something they enjoyed doing together. Emmy daydreamed of the interesting trinkets shed find that day, maybe some vintage dresses, or really cool handbags. Slowly drifting back into reality, Emmy spit and rinsed, gave her long auburn hair a quick brush and tossed it in a ponytail, as she sped out of the bathroom. Just as she reached the kitchen, the doorbell rang, Ramona was there. “Coming” yelled Emmy, as she hustled towards the door, grabbing her coat along the way. Emmy opened the door, “Good morning lady, ready to go?” “Just about” replied Emmy, “I just have to throw some shoes on”.
The Price to Pay
After a long day of work, I was excited to come home to a glass of wine to finish "celebrating" my birthday. As I pulled into my garage, something by my front door caught the corner of my eye. I put my car in park, grabbed my laptop bag, and went to the front door. There was a small gift bag addressed to me but did not identify who had left it. I grabbed it, shifting my laptop bag to my other shoulder so I could grab my keys and head inside.
The Second Chance
His team will describe him as a cold black-hearted selfish unscrupulous miser that finds satisfaction in toxic environments. His name is Wendell Ramsay. The manager of a small cafeteria called “Little Piece of Eden “
Carla MoriyónPublished 3 years ago in HumansBlack Book Found!
Jess couldn’t believe it. Here it is a Sunday and she’s rushing to the office. She thought when she took this job weekend work and long hours would be over. Now it seemed she was working longer hours with more stress than her past waitress jobs. The pay really wasn’t much better when she considered tips and she’d had to invest in office appropriate attire draining her meager savings. She didn’t want to complain, not really. When her friend Emily had suggested she take the clerk job at her downtown office the idea sounded wonderful. “It’ll open new doors for you!”
Julie GodfreyPublished 3 years ago in HumansTHE SACREDNESS OF MOLESKIN
Lost little Black Leather Notebook wrapped in Moleskin & tied with a red leather thong tie. It was in my possession up until dinner last night 2/14/21 at the Famous Quincy’s Steak House in Buena Vista, Co. This has a great sentimental value to me. I will identify by contents written in pages. Please call 505-654-xxxx.
Anything but Ordinary
Mary Dobson was sure she was the most ordinary girl in the world. She knew somehow this was a great disappointment to her wild hippie mother, Starfire. As if her mother felt that allowing her father to name her something as plain as Mary had condemned her to a life of absolute banality. Mary understood. Her spontaneous, renegade mother fell for her sweet, stable father who provided security and gentle love. Her father loved the creative, wiley woman who added spice to his routine with her hilarity and drama. Even so, Mary knew her mother looked for more in her - some of that Starfire passion or spark.
Celine De ClercqPublished 3 years ago in Humans