literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Once Upon a Boy Band
Kaylee Henderson thought that she was just buying a ten-dollar bottle of Merlot at the supermarket right before heading home for the night. After two glasses, she mindlessly scrolled through her social media accounts for a sense of purpose, only finding ads for shapewear and too many heated opinions about world politics. Before clicking off for the night, she saw one of her favorite influencers was having a giveaway for a one-on-one meeting with the up-and-coming boy band Kiss & Tell, the members of whom could have easily been her little brothers fresh out of college. A giggle bubbled out of her mouth before she added a comment of her own: These boys look delicious enough to eat! And of course she had to add a string of heart-eyed emojis for good measure. Only after sharing the post for the giveaway did she sink back against her sheets and fall into a dreamless slumber.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
The Dream Date of a Lifetime with Great Wine
The air is crisp and fresh as Jade awakened for another day at work. A young ambitious single woman living in Atlanta Georgia. A great place for dreams to happen, although they do not happen overnight. The road for Jade is no different. A degree in Astro Engineering with no glimpse of her dream career in sight, and bad credit to boot. Jade was stuck making ends meet as a Car Saleswoman. Not glamorous or fulfilling at all. There is no adventure or rewarding feeling to complete her professional life. Nothing at all like the life she intended. Every day, week, month, year was a daunting fact of more time going by not living her dream.
By Iesha Westmoreland5 years ago in Humans
The Sommelier's Wife
Marianne Lefleur had not expected to become a widow at the age of thirty-five. Though her husband had not been world-famous in his work as a sommelier, he had been expected to rise through the ranks after gaining a few clients in the burgeoning wine business in the United States. He had even become a consultant to a few celebrities and their organizations' events, thanks to connections he had made with other sommeliers after he and Marianne had traded France for California. Despite being in his late forties, Frederick Lefleur had had the world at his feet at the time of his death, only to have it all snatched away too soon by—of all things—a drunk driver.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Humans
All the big moments
It was a black cat with a white mask and, as it sat on the back porch, it looked like a burglar. All about her the suburb hummed with distant vehicles. The brick and timber houses were hedged with rhododendrons and cotoneasters, with their red berries, or overlooked by white eucalypts, some of them survivors from the recent days when all this was forest.
By Felix Alexander Holt5 years ago in Humans
The Life Of An Island Girl
Prologue The book your about to read is about now 26 years old Latoya as she progress from a baby, to child with controlling parents on an island in the British Virgin Islands, part of a volcanic archipelago in the Caribbean. Moving away and returning to finish high school, being a teenager, getting her first job as a sales clerk, being in relationships, Having a child out of wedlock . Latoya is brown medium hair, brown eyes, pink lips, brown skin and bit over average is a democrat who believes in God. Her main priority is her son. Who speaks broken joined up English (her native tongue) if she is very comfortable with the person. Neatly dressed with American style clothing. She's a very nice person loves kids, hates critters & the dark.
By Nikki Biggs5 years ago in Humans
The Red Door
“You’re staring, “ she said. “And what if I am,” Amelia replied. “You may be forced to try it then!” she emphasized. Amelia had a herd of acquaintances, from work or from school but her confidante was Dina. Both Italians, both strong-minded and both adventurous eaters. This is where it brought them, the local Japanese restaurant. Another moment where both of them were glued to the front window watching people feast on plates filled with colours and shapes. Never had either of them thought that they should enter, just the thought of the food was enough to get them to plan what they were going to do when they did pass through the big red door.
By Ewa Ritchie5 years ago in Humans
Weekend Liberty
It has been a month since he has seen his girlfriend and the idea of a six-hour drive, seemed like a walk in the park for him. As the clock ticks in his shop above his head, he eagerly waits for it to strike 4:30. The last hour of his shift at Combat Camera, he thinks of what he and Veronica are going to do this weekend. Hiking, and driving through Northern Arizona, cross his mind, but he is more than eager to kiss her and hold her tonight.
By Timothy Black5 years ago in Humans
No Coincidence
I had arranged everything in my home just right. From red candles perfectly placed on the dinner table to the towel folded over the holder in the bathroom, nothing was out of place. I had dotted my eyes and crossed my T’s and after I finished checked them again. A friend had set me up with a friend who was coming over for an evening dinner. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was hoping for the best. A glass of sangria glistened on the mantle as a fire roared, giving off the vigor of a lion. I was a bit nervous because the home I love in at that time was haunted. When I say haunted, I don’t mean doors shutting on their own or self rocking chairs. I’m not talking about floors creaking or the sound of chains down the hall. And maybe I shouldn’t even say haunted, but rather cursed. Yes, that’s what I mean to tell you. The house was definitely cursed. Since I have lived here every date that I have had has been my last. And no, the dates were typically not at my house or ever had been before for that matter. My dates were always out whether at a restaurant or a movie. But, no matter how bad the date went or how well the date went I would never get a call back. And if I called I still will never hear from them again. Before I moved into that house I was very successful with women. I wasn’t one to have a lot of relationships... i’m not saying that at all. Rather, I had a few good lasting relationships. And they at least lasted more than one date. Not since I moved here. So I have the date in the house that was cursed? I had gone to a tarot card reader. She lived out in the country and I had seen her picture and a ad in the local newspaper. She advertised first readings for under $99. I was never superstitious in the past but at this point I was desperate and willing to try anything. I remember driving down a long dark country road to her residence. Her house was Victorian, and an old lamppost lined her narrow driveway. When I approached her door it fell open as if she had a lever that automatically opens the door. She was standing in front of a table behind her tarot cards and I asked her in a soft voice...shaky from nervousness..how did the door open on its own? Why I just pulled this lever over here she replied smiling while pointing out a contraption on the wall. Let’s get down to business she said and sat down in a fuzzy chair behind cards with strange pictures of stars and waterfalls. As I drove away her voice echoed in my head. To break the curse she said you must invite a woman to your house and get her to drink a glass of Merlot. Being a very forgetful person I had mistakenly purchased a glass of Sangria, which was sitting on the mantle. And when the doorbell rang the Tarot card readers voice returned to me saying...you must get her to drink a bottle of Merlot to break the curse. I felt sick thinking of my stupid mistake. As I walked to the door my head was down and I could do nothing but gaze at the floorboards. I would never find someone. I would always be alone. Nobody will ever love me. These thoughts swirled and perpetuated as I opened the door. I was about to tell my date that I wasn’t feeling well and that she should just go home. It was then the terret card readers voice once again echoed in my head. But this time the words were different. You don’t listen very well do you The Voice said. Fortunately for you I can see the future and I brought a bottle of Merlot. Now get a glass and let’s put this curse to rest you handsome devil. Slowly I raise my head to meet her eyes. She smiles in a way that I know she is pleased with herself, but also knows something wonderful that she’s not telling me. It was only after 30+ years of marriage that I now know what is. True love.
By Clint Blopen5 years ago in Humans
