literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Marlee's Muse
“Underqualified. For a barmaid job.” Marlee blew this out of her mask as she slammed her catch-all bag down on the subway seat and plopped beside it. The memory of the bar manager’s oily phone voice saying, “Come by after we’re closed,” raised an uncontrollable shiver. Marlee wished she could scrape his smarmy visage from her thoughts like the winter mud clotting her boots.
Jennifer JohanssonPublished 3 years ago in HumansChoices
He woke up in the morning and watched her sleeping peacefully. He just looked at her and in the way that the light would hit her face. She looked peaceful, like an angel. It was in that moment that he knew that he loved her, that he knew that she was the one. They had known each other only for about a month, and this was the first night that they had spent together. But it was all in the way that she looked at him that he knew. It didn't matter what or how much he had, she loved him truly and purely for who he was. She woke up and found him staring at her and couldn't help but to smile.
Talara NolanPublished 3 years ago in HumansSunday Apostasy
Sunday Apostasy By Cristina Burduja I am a piece of paper. I am ivory. I have something written on me. It was written this morning. Written with a dull pencil, it scratched my surface. I was just another piece of paper, until there was something written on me. Now I have to wait for someone to read me.
Cristina BurdujaPublished 3 years ago in HumansPass the Book
Hannah sits in the waiting area waiting to be called into the bank associates office. She tightens and squeeze constantly mangling her
Magic Black Book
The item sitting on her countertop gave her an ominous feeling and whether that feeling was something based upon her own intuition or based upon media circus from two years prior, she wasn’t sure. Taking a drink of her coffee she contemplated the legitimacy of the book. Was it possible for it to be real? Shaking her head, she set her cup down and made her to the living room to begin tidying up, picking up the toys that had been strewn across the floor due to her youngest. A smile crossed her face for a moment as she recalled last night’s adventures.
A statistic
I’m sitting on the bathroom floor staring at a dusty hairspray bottle that rolled behind the toilet. I can feel the knot in my stomach as I walk over to the sink and see the two pink lines. I can feel the sweat forming at my temple. My heart is beating in my ears.
Angelina Marie ZaluskyPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Adventure Begins
The Adventure Begins It was just on the cusp of spring, and Rose was enjoying her window shopping with the sun warming her cheeks. What a great day to get some fresh air that had the hint of the promise of bud break on it she thought. Then she saw the stationary store and that slight thrill ran through her. There was almost a nostalgia to a stationary store now. Not many wrote letters anymore or even wrote down their thoughts with pen and paper. But she had always loved the look and purpose and even smell of a stationary store. Everything lined up just so with the colors chromatically done and all the organization gave her a slight buzz and then worked to calm her. Even thought the items were new, Rose’s mind always filled in the wonderful smell of “old library” anyways. It was as if all the paper and notebooks and pens and markers held the promise of a classic novel or poem or love story just waiting to be written. If the store was well organized being there could almost be like a walking meditation.
Renée DouglasPublished 3 years ago in HumansLosing Walter
A knocking came. So early in the morning, I had yet to prepare my day with caffeine. The officer waiting in the hallway of my apartment building looked irritated through the peephole of my front door. I wasn’t going to answer it, obsessing over the elixir I desperately wanted to ingest. She, had no intention of waiting, for her fist pounded on my door with the weight of her position.
Lester BakesPublished 3 years ago in HumansTwenty Thousand Dollar Little Black Book
“So you’re telling me that all I have to do is read this little black book and you’ll give me $20,000? What’s the catch?” “You can never speak of what you’ve read, to anyone, ever.”
Taylor BallardPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Wishing Book
As owner of a consignment store John had recently acquired an old hutch and a large wooden chest at an estate sale. Upon returning to the shop, he found the chest was missing its key and the hutch had a stuck drawer. He called the estate and was told that as far as anyone knew there wasn’t a key for the chest. So, he set the chest aside, and started toward the hutch with the intent to work on it instead.
Jacob NelsonPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Magic of Coffee Shops
Life-changing days rarely give you hints of their arrival. It’s rude, really. You wake up expecting to do the same things you did the day before and go to bed the same person you were when you awoke. I was no exception to this rule. On that one Tuesday morning—the Tuesday morning that would change everything—I did the same thing as always, with the flourish of your average unsuccessful young adult.
Liv KasugaPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Bear Blessing
Sally hopped out of bed, full of energy and eager to get her day started. She runs to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her long blonde hair. Sally is small for her big ten years of age, but her smile and energy make her stand tall. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, she bounces down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mom is sitting.
Rebecca StamerPublished 3 years ago in Humans