literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Poetry of Wine
“Let’s give a warm welcome to Matthew Bridges.” As the moderator handed off the microphone, Sarah scrambled behind a display of Bordeaux bottles. “Unbelievable. What is he doing here?” Her mouth agape, she clutched the lip of an oak barrel, hiding.
By Katurah C Rogers5 years ago in Humans
Shattered: Part 1
Amia sat at the kitchen table, staring at the glass across from her. It was empty and seemingly unimportant, but to her it was the most precious thing in the room. It hadn't been long ago that at this time of day, as the morning sun rose, that glass was full of iced coffee, Columbian roast with a dash of milk and no sugar. Yet this morning, it sat empty, as it had for 3 days that to her felt like an eternity. The whole house felt empty. Without Richard there, there was no liveliness. He had always been the fun one, whereas she was the quiet one. It had been that way since the day they met....
By Deni Alice 5 years ago in Humans
Ocean Blues
I should've let the phone go to voice-mail. But I figured I could answer the question from the individual on the line and head to Penn Station with enough time to catch my train home. What I didn't expect was the game of phone tag between my boss, the marketing lady on the phone, and myself to take so long.
By Cassandra Zepeda 5 years ago in Humans
The Moonflower
She let her thoughts flow freely, instead of trying to control them. Same with her emotions. She was left alone again after letting her guard down but strangely enough, the storm inside of her was calm. But her sadness made it storm around her. She couldn’t cry so the sky did for her.
By Chandelle Spear5 years ago in Humans
Wine-Mate. Top Story - April 2021.
November 28,2035 Curfew was fast approaching in the streets of New York. Times Square began to lull as I made my way down 44th street. The number of people on the streets was sparse. Too many businesses are closed permanently than ever before. So much loss for a city that was once filled with so much life. I remember the lights of Times Square before the virus. They were so bright that it felt like daylight even at 10 pm. Now they are dimmed and will soon be turned off completely by 8 pm when curfew begins. A new normal that I've grown used to.
By Mandy Raquel5 years ago in Humans
Everyman and the Past
John Everyman, your past is an invisible self. He walks with you. Forever at your side. I knew a man in conversation with his Past. Always. Obsessed. When he woke in the morning, he would turn away from his wife to the one in bed with them. His Past. He would start his day-long pestering of Mr Past. Blah, blah blah, he’d go, while she examined her fingernails.
By Felix Alexander Holt5 years ago in Humans
