literature

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

  • Mariah Mosher
    Published 2 years ago
    Something Better Than Nothing

    Something Better Than Nothing

    To fall in love is a dangerous thing.
  • Emma Fraser
    Published 2 years ago
    Il Vigneto

    Il Vigneto

    She ran her fingers through his hair, separating the deep mahogany corn rows. Her fingers gently gripped the ends and her hands found a place on the sides of his head. Excitement gripped her body and she bit her lip slightly. Viola had never expected anything to escalate so quickly. But he was like heroin to her, although she had done her best to suppress the animal within her. She just kept coming back for more.
  • Georgia Pressley
    Published 2 years ago
    Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Chapter 4 - By the Cover)

    Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Chapter 4 - By the Cover)

    Even rides on the bus took on new meaning, Nathan and I sitting side by side, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder.
  • Georgia Pressley
    Published 2 years ago
    The Makeup (Chapter 3 - By the Cover)
  • Georgia Pressley
    Published 2 years ago
    The Kiss (Chapter 2 - By the Cover)
  • Georgia Pressley
    Published 2 years ago
    Prologue of By the Cover
  • Georgia Pressley
    Published 2 years ago
    The Promotion (by the Cover Chapter 1)
  • Morgan La Batt
    Published 2 years ago
    The Cherr-Delight Girl

    The Cherr-Delight Girl

    He was the kind of guy to burn his draft card. He protested the war and wore heavy sideburns on either side of his angular face. He had dropped out of college a couple of years before to pursue work as an artist. Long story short, my dad did not like him.
  • Kate Edwards
    Published 2 years ago
    The Bad Thing
  • Terrell H
    Published 2 years ago
    My Odd Christmas

    My Odd Christmas

    “Hey Junior!” I shouted back.
  • Rae 🌻
    Published 2 years ago
    A Blizzard in July

    A Blizzard in July

    Rielly looked down at her coffee, still piping hot. She took a sip, anyway. She didn’t care how much it burned her mouth. She was so used to the rough feeling on her tongue from burning it so often that she didn’t even notice it. She placed the mug back on the table, and when she looked up, her heart stopped and sank to her gut.
  • Tyler Reed
    Published 2 years ago
    Love's Grip

    Love's Grip

    Before I get into this "Love story" of sorts, let me explain something. My style of writing is a bit different from your average Joe. I like to leave things open for interpretation and allow the readers to take the message they need from my works. Sometimes I will draw a few things or paint something that helps better portray the emotion of the story, so all the artwork you see, is all original, and created for the soul superpose of portraying emotion in a way that words can't. Hope you all enjoy my first post!