literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Thousands to Be
Lila sat on the stained couch and drew a slow breath. The lottery ticket shivered in her hand. The glow from the muted television reflected off the small paper, highlighting the numbers that matched the screen. All the numbers were identical, yet Lila stared ahead unfocused.
Shannon KanePublished 3 years ago in HumansLittle Black Book
LITTLE BLACKBOOK. Sapphire walks into the convenience store. She notices the clerk checking her out again. She rolls her eyes at him, hoping he gets the hint that she’s not interested in him. Sapphire approaches the coolers, grabs a twenty-ounce bottle of pop. She walks down the candy aisle. “Now what do I want today? Oh, here we are my favorite choice a Cookie Bar.” Sapphire grabs a package labeled ‘RIGHT COOKIE BARS’
Michael FinchPublished 3 years ago in HumansDriftwood
A boring day in literature class again. Outside a two birds are chirping jumping from branch to branch. A man sit watching them play, wishing he sat closer to the window.
A Fine Time
"I don't enjoy going to parties, and to be honest, tonight is no exception. The only reason I'm going is because of my social status... Or something like that. I started my own company and become extremely successful... Big deal, right? Everyone else seems to think so, but I don't care as much as I lead myself on to believe.
Gabriel MohrPublished 3 years ago in HumansMessage In The Snow
Michael left his apartment for a short walk to his local convienient store. It had been snowing heavily but let up as he trudged through it. A block from home he noticed a small black book That had been dropped, must have been recently as it was not covered with the snow. He picked it up, continued on his trek then returned home. The book was a distinctive Moleskin with the elastic band to keep it closed. Opening it he found page after page with numbers in groups of three, five, seven and nine, an obvious code of some sorts. Michael had a backround in math and decided to try to break the code.
Donald PigginsPublished 3 years ago in HumansLucy and her little black book
There she was, Lucy, sitting in the middle of her AP English class staring out the window into the sunlight, jotting something down in her little black book. At first glance it seemed Lucy was taking notes, she was always good at creating an illusion. However, when you come closer you see that it says "I choose to bring fulfillment to someone's life."
Mahmuda Ruma BegumPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Hidden Light
Brrring! Brrring! The sound of the school bell ringing consecutively startles 10th grader Kiara. The unexpected noise has pulled her back into reality from a daydream that served as an escape from her 6th period English class. Watching the other children rush the halls with excitement as if the bell were a signifying symbol of freedom for all children throughout the building, Kiara gathers her belongings and exits the classroom with no urgency.
Danielle LatricePublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Story.
Back in the day, I was just a typical kid, doing my thing, as a young part African, Spanish, and English woman! But I was judged at basically all-angles because of this, sadly! But, not really sad, because I have always been upright in heart and that's never stopped me from choosing to be a kind human, and shooting to always do that, no matter how hard it is or how right I "think" I am. No matter the crap social media screams at my mind day and night, no matter what. I mean, shoot, the internet barely existed 25 years ago! Honestly, just writing that last sentence down brings into my mind a different perspective about life. Why do me and all my friends spend our lives on the internet doing nothing much of productivity? Why don't we use the internet like as an outlet for good deeds, start organizations and fight for what we say we actually believe in? That sounds WAY better to me than 6 hours of wasting my life away scrolling or watching random videos, which is why I I now have a set amount of time, daily, that I allow myself to "distract" and do whatever I feel like online. That is why I LOVE the idea behind this challenge, it engaged my mind to see the other side of mindlessness: acts of love/good deeds.
orangepeachapplesPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Year of Reading Women
For my part, I can hardly think of a more fitting start to the much-needed Renaissance emerging from the Dark Ages of 2020 than by committing to a practice which I have previously, woefully neglected: reading women. Inspired in part by the divine Amanda Gorman’s inaugural presentation of “The Hill We Climb”, I had a complete reckoning with myself that it was women, and especially women of color, who delivered us all from tyrannical oppression. I cannot fathom what would have been if a certain orange New Yorker had retained power, but I know that the reason I do not have to try is because of women’s relentless and undaunted passion, dedication, and organization. To thank them as well as I can, to celebrate their invaluable contributions to society, and to nourish my own mind with the amazing lessons and stories they have graced us with, 2021 is the year I gladly commit to reading the marvelous works of women.
Rose RossiPublished 3 years ago in HumansDAN THE GO TO MAN
Dan was the go-to man. He was a company executive for Ding, a rival of the greater company Whoogle, which was the name on everybody’s lips. When people wanted to know something, they said they would ‘Whoogle it’. This used to piss Dan off no end. ‘Dang’, said Dan, ‘they should be saying Ding it’. But no matter what they did, their rival company was just too strong. Whoogle had cornered the search engine market.
jacki fleetPublished 3 years ago in HumansKarma
Karma Ricki was a young girl who grew up on Long Island, New York. Her parents divorced while she was very young and she was only raised by family and strangers, no one really loved her. They were paid to take care of her. After graduation, at 17, she left home and married a man who was 13 years her senior. He was divorced with a kid, but to her, she felt loved and wanted, she could finally have a family. But this man was so abusive and mean. He hurt her every single day, with words and his hands, but she knew no better. The only thing she dreamed of was to be loved and to go to college. Ricki left him after he hurt her so badly that the cops had to come and take him to jail because the neighbors could hear her screaming and begging for help. After that, he never showed up for court and it took her two years to get a divorce from a judge without him present.
Richelle EspositoPublished 3 years ago in HumansThe Art of Folding
There was no cake. The usual tea set had been laid out, fine china and silver spoons on the delicate lace table cloth, but no cake accompanied it, and frustration curled, hot and unpleasant, in Mary's stomach. She wasn't even hungry, she didn't particularly want to have cake right in that instant, but it's absence was yet more proof that her mother was the one pulling the strings of this entire operation, and she hated it.
TypethreewriterPublished 3 years ago in Humans