literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
White Roses in Spring
It was a wonderfully nice spring day. I went for a walk around and park looked at all the beautiful cherry trees blooming. Fed the ducks in the pond and also watched the koi fish swimming. A slow gentle breeze blowing all day. The sun warmed my skin just right. The air was fresh smelling like after it rains. Every once in a while with the breeze blowing you could catch the smell of grass being trimmed. The bird nests full of baby birds peeping. Despite the wonderfully cheerful day, I could not shake the feeling of being watched.
By Crystal Dawn Lesher6 years ago in Humans
Island Art
Mick glanced around cautiously as he stepped through the sliding glass doors leading to Gabrielle's small beach front studio. Over his arm he was lugging two giant reusable bags packed to the brim with art supplies and a bunch of other junk. As she stood to the side to make way for his lumbersome frame, Gabrielle spotted several large brushes sticking out from one of the totes.
By Daniela Arriaga6 years ago in Humans
Escape chapter 3C
Kelly unpacked her clothes she had picked up from the extended stay hotel the family had been staying in before the accident. The social worker had taken her there after collecting her from the Wilsons. She would be sharing a room with two younger girls. They were in a bunk bed on the other side of the room, and she had a double bed. She would get half of the dresser, and she was busy loading her clothes into it.
By L. Lane Bailey6 years ago in Humans
Scrod
There’s no such thing as scrod. I said it plainly but respectfully so that no one at the Captain’s Patter could hear me but the frazzled old woman in sandy yellow at the counter could hear me. She looked like a mother lion in librarian glasses. She was not having any of it.
By Frank D'Andrea6 years ago in Humans
Semicolon savior VI
The tears began to fill up in my eyes, and when I blinked they all came rushing down my cheeks. How could this be? He seemed so content with this life, but who was I to know considering our few and brief encounters. It seemed a sacreligious act to commit inside the temple walls, however that was also his home. The corner light being on popped into my head just then. I recalled thinking to myself as I was passing by in the alley “well this is odd, no lights are ever on at this hour of the morning.” He had been in there and I shivered at the thought that he may have still been alive at that moment, watching me walk into work none the wiser. Immediately I began packing up my favorite lemon cake and making air pots of coffee. Food, when people are grieving you bring food. As I gathered our gifts, I looked back at Gage, shrugging he gave a sweet smile and motioned “just go.” I had never met anyone else associated with the temple, and a lot of people were standing out front. More were pulling up, walking hand over mouth to the nearest group gathered. People were crying and the police and ambulance were still parked out front. “Ummm, this is for you all” I mumbled to the nearest young man. “We are from the cafe on the corner, and we are so sorry for your loss.”
By Healthy mountain gal Crystal6 years ago in Humans
Escape chapter 3B
Kelly was nervous about going into state custody. She had heard horror stories about bad fosters and unhappy kids. She didn’t want to end up with that kind of life. And she was incredibly comfortable with the Wilsons, especially Garrett. She wanted to ask his father if there was any way she could stay with them, but she didn’t have the nerve. Instead, she spent the day cleaning and making herself useful. She hoped he would see value in that and come to the conclusion she would be good to have around.
By L. Lane Bailey6 years ago in Humans
Encounter
It had been sunny and even a bit warm, the perfect fall day. That was up until the very second she decided to leave the house. As soon as she zipped her jacket and opened the door, it all changed in an instant. Suddenly it was windy, blustery even, and a few clouds had appeared in the sky.
By Aunya Knox6 years ago in Humans
Escape chapter 3A
“Hey, Bill,” Detective Steve Tower said when Bill answered the phone, “the girl’s story seems to check out. I’ll dig into it a little further, though. Family disappeared a couple of weeks ago according to housekeeping at the extended stay. Nobody had reported it, though and so we weren’t looking.”
By L. Lane Bailey6 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
In shelter of the forest I best ably tend her maladies. We are within a sort of alcove that once was a cultivated bower, the surrounding trees very tall and canopy thick, permeable only in gaps to effervescent moonlight. The stars out, shine bright and blue in dense bunches of clusters, air cold and clear.
By James B. William R. Lawrence6 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
Knelt at the edge of morass, I nestle beside the girl and below aside the hanging tree. The ground is matted over and boggy, stuck in the muck clumps of contents that were once a portfolio scattered. Merely only the top parchment is not ruined, yet remains damp, browned just like the rest.
By James B. William R. Lawrence6 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
Below furrowed hills, in the creeks of the ruinous town were the pickled corpses of soldiers, citizens; the heads bobbed like rotting fish, stench of those floating dead indescribable. Every one of the faces was upturned and projected over the surface, mouths bloated, purple, ears swollen bulbous, eyes raw, cracked and red, puffed to an acute degree. Those of all sets shone vacant - glossed over in perpetuity - staring up and away into the depressed canopy, at nothing, in the green wood.
By James B. William R. Lawrence6 years ago in Humans
