literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Mister Red
Mister Red By Lori Jean Phipps Glass of Rodney Strong Merlot 2015 in one hand, Marianne Williamson’s self-help book A Return to Love in the other with the hit pop song “Red, Red Wine” by UB40 unobtrusively playing in the background, sitting in a chaise lounge chair wearing a luxurious red and white polka dot dress feeling at peace and relishing the warm eighty-nine-degree sun beating down on my face. I had just finished reading an intense chapter on metaphysics and the last sentence was lingering in my mind: “Our devotion then becomes our work, and our work becomes our devotion.”
By Lori Jean Phipps6 years ago in Humans
Him
Have you ever fallen in love with another soul while holding hands with your partner? No, I'm not talking about the cheap kind of love which makes you cheat your partner, but a reverential admiration that evokes emotions deep inside from within you. And, knowing that you may never be able to reciprocate your love but confine it in the cellars of your heart along with other prisoners? I had one such moment.
By vaisrinivasan6 years ago in Humans
BLIND DATE FROM HELL
Many times had she said the last date was a date from hell and she meant it. She thought the dates she went on went from mildly disturbing to straight out of the depths of hell. Not just because one or two had a mild smell of sulphur like rotten eggs and smelly feet. Some had volcanic acne covering their faces and others had breathe like something that had died several weeks earlier, been buried in a shallow grave and been dug up by a curious dog.
By Taras Voevodin6 years ago in Humans
The Eternally Damned
Written by, Joshua Prentice The Eternally Damned The Year is 4024 My Name is Don Roy, and this is my story. A long time ago a man stood for something huge. He stood for discipline, and truth. He was a man of peaceful means. A focused yet wise individual. So, when war broke out, he was always the calmest in the situation. This man’s name was Leeper Sovern. A universal monk lost in the depths of his own decisions. He made a choice many years ago which resulted in him losing his reality amid his enemies. I know how it all happened because I was there when it happened. His intentions were for a cause way better then that of any other living creature. He sacrificed his very natural existence. To stop a source of purely relentless evil. From destroying everything, and everyone around him. Now he is stuck in an unknown real. In a parallel dimension far from this reality forever. All do to his one humble sacrifice. They say one must cut off a finger to save a hand. I do not believe that. Which is why I have invented technology far overreaching the times. In order to travel beyond our reality. In between lost dimensions. In order to find my friend, and mentor, to bring him home. I have pledged my life’s work to this cause and will not rest until he is brought home.
By Joshua Prentice6 years ago in Humans
You've Matched
You’ve Matched Piran was fidgeting as he waited for his date to arrive. It was his first date since his separation and he feared he’d slapped on too much cologne, or too little. He breathed into his hand to smell his own breath- he’d had egg salad for lunch. He wasn’t anticipating being kissed, but you never know. He watched the women come and go, waiting for Deborah, the woman he’d ‘matched’ with online. She too, was separated and new to online dating which ‘wasn’t around last time that they were single’. Piran found himself feeling aged, sagging into the red pleather couches at a hip bar, painfully aware of the light bouncing off his thinning hair and shining head. He wasn’t even that old really, just old enough to feel self-conscious in the hip bar he’d suggested for their first meeting. It was the kind of place where the bar staff all had torn jeans and asymmetrical hair cuts and everything on the menu was so laced in idiom that it was impossible for the lay person to decode. Piran wasn’t sure why he’d chosen it, except that it was dimly lit and served a Sophonisba Pinot Noir that he’d read was on trend. He wanted to impress Deborah with his knowledge of wine, though most of it was garnered from reading, not tasting.
By Katie Telcontar6 years ago in Humans
Red Hues
"I used to think that red was an angry color. They tell you that the reason bulls get so mad in bull fights is because the matador uses a red cape. Truth is the red that gets them mad is their own blood. They use sharp spears and swords to get them riled up, for the crowd..." I stopped. The color had drained from the mans face next to me. Oops. I almost forgot that this was like speed dating. Except with art instead of ice breakers.
By Allison Cain6 years ago in Humans
Do You Like Fables? Should you?
Look Before you Leap? Why would a person do something so logical as to look before you leap? Is this a learned behavior or instinct to be sure you have a safe plunge into the unknown? Some might say that Aesop taught you this lesson through the wonderful fables that have been passed down from generation to generation. Through much research that I didn't first intend, I have learned a great deal about Aesop and his/them/their/they/beastman's stories.
By Jon Wilkins6 years ago in Humans
The Story of the Story
"This story writes itself," some consider this saying a trope, a cliche, while others defend it as sacred belief with the fervor of a zealous new convert. If this story is writing itself, then I, the writer, must have been surfing the waves, gently steering, yet surrendering to a larger, all-encompassing tide. No matter with which side you ride, I already owe you my thanks for reading what I write.
By Aleksandar Abas6 years ago in Humans
