literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Sprung Mind for Spring
As long as I can recall winter has been too long, too dreary, too cold, and too depressing. (Dreading it still isn't enough to move me from Western New York.) When the first tulips peek out of the dead grass, and the skunk cabbage carpets the edges of the creek, I begin to come alive again. Hope restored! Life is worth living!!! Open the windows!!!!
By Katherine Fries6 years ago in Humans
End of Season
He had come back to the city of his youth almost on impulse. A dare of memory to see if it still existed. Maybe it was to see if it ever actually existed in the way he had once remembered. He had thought of the city every day when he had been in the combat zone. It was his way of coping, he figured.
By Joseph Grant6 years ago in Humans
The Tail of Three
Chapter One It was Millzy’s fifteenth birthday (or Zane as we call him now), and on Millzy’s birthday we would always set off on an adventure ever since we were kids. Three of us would head out and not be back until the sun had gone down. There was me Scotty, Millzy, and J.P. Millzy’s birthday is the 8th August, so the height of summer. This day in particular was a blazing hot day with no clouds in the sky. This day will forever change my life.
By Sean Checkley6 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Chapter 2: ◆◆◆ Page 8 Mango sorbet, green iced tea and some flowers too. I got a nice Ginseng tree for my neighbour. I guess she could sit around and watch it grow instead of her grandchildren. Ha ha – that’s a bit cheeky right! She loves it though. I think she was just happy to have someone to talk to. I was too I guess; well, honestly, I prefer to observe.
By Jelly B Birthmark Beauté6 years ago in Humans
Saving Terry the Octopus.
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, two young individuals settled into their home. Sky was thin. On this winter’s day, they were rather cold, had trouble fighting the winter’s low temps on their own, and took to roaming around the apartment wrapped in a thick blanket. They wore the knitted slippers Fern made them last Christmas. The slippers were wool. They were blue and gray and thicker than any sock.
By Skyler Shipman6 years ago in Humans
Gone the Tides of Earth
By auspice of the crone, I wake next morning at first light - sound of a distant bell erupting into the room, thrice chimed, empyrean, metallic and ponderous over the village, out upon the bay, dawn rays flitting onto the terraces. For a short while silence resumes thereafter, peaceful in its ere regnant holy beauty - two minutes past the short abrupt noise hammers out, again in glory of reverberating trifecta. Whence soon it tolls anew - that loudest, foulest, unholiest of alarms - I am by then quite awake; then peals a last as if for a measure of reassurance, in series of three vindictive, tinnitus-inducing strikes.
By James B. William R. Lawrence6 years ago in Humans
Gone The Tides Of Earth: A Novel
Driven by the feeling, I press ahead to a jagged threshold spliced in corner of the most distant wall; an uneven, roughhewn opening like a natural cavemouth. Dark matter flakes swirl in shrouded specks, iodized in the stale air. A chilly draft flooded out, flew beyond blackness of what lay within, dank frigidness seeping into bone. Pallid gunmetal-blue glints off the edges of cavernous rock - mirage perhaps - as I step forth, down slab steps unto what awaits below. Inside as expected she is, and prostrated aground, readying preparations with resources possessed herein. An old lady, garbed in a luxuriously coloured robe of hempen twill, feet covered with vinyl sandals; hair incredibly long, running down back in set tangled knots, of beautiful thickness and sandal-brown colour.
By James B. William R. Lawrence6 years ago in Humans
The Pebble Collector
My name is Melanie, and I am a pebble collector. It's as simple as it sounds. My complete collection amounts to maybe enough to cover the bottom of a medium-sized fish aquarium. I would place them all into one but adopting fish would require a level of commitment that I am just not prepared to take-on at this stage in my life.
By Charlotte Manley Salyer6 years ago in Humans
