literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Her Happy Ending
Regan is suddenly awoken by what feels like a million bells going off at the same time. Feeling a pang of anxiety, as if she realized she’d forgotten to do something important; she rolls over and turns off her alarm. Hitting it a couple times before the alarm finally turns off; she lets out a groan; making it clear to her whole neighbourhood that she’s up and not impressed. She slowly gets out of bed and gets herself ready to start the day.
By Jacqueline Harding6 years ago in Humans
Junk Mail
Both the beginning and the end of his life hinged on that first $20,000. Nick had never won anything in his life, so it was with more than a bit of skepticism that he received the news of his “grand prize” win. Certified mail. A real address. A legitimate company. What would otherwise have been tossed aside as an elaborate scam, continued to defy his expectations. He leaned back into his seat at the computer. Could this bit of junk mail be real?
By G.S. Phifer6 years ago in Humans
Cactus
“Into this house we’re born Into this world we’re thrown.” - The Doors My prospects twelve months ago were not what they are today. I don’t just mean money. To be paid to write was an ambition twelve months ago. Today my writing provides for me financially as it always has internally. Into this world we’re thrown.
By Lachlan Bennett6 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Little Black Book I should have never read it—that little black book. A book filled with promise and ambition, yet in the end, offers only sorrow and remorse. Reading it felt like a dream, but now as I find myself alone, in a room devoid of light, tied to a chair, unable to move, I realize that some dreams are living nightmares. So how did I get here?
By Franklin James6 years ago in Humans
Halo, Goodbye
“Are you a Twizzlers person, or a Red Vines girl?” Without responding I tossed my phone like a frisbee. I watched, both frustrated and impressed, at my ability to effortlessly generate casual chaos as it somehow launched under my pillow and managed to skid across the floor. I have insurance on that phone case, don’t panic. I knew what happened next. I would fail to conjure the energy to respond until the last minute, to which I’d then cancel said movie plans ( I shudder at the word “date”) with some asinine excuse. Typically I’d go in with something vague, before my anxiety booted up five speed, causing me to get suspiciously specific with my lie, to someone who I’d likely never see again. Sometimes I spend twenty minutes coming up with these lies.
By Melissa McGrath6 years ago in Humans
The Card
Jake swept past the deserted table, grabbing the small black book that Victor had left after wiping the table down and taking the dishes. The restaurant was crowded and the air was thick with hearty Italian scents. Rich cheeses, tomatoes, and garlic challenged the chatter of silverware on plates and the buzz of conversation for sensorial dominance. A boisterous laugh would claim supremacy before quickly being replaced by a tray of milanese and alfredo and lasagna. As much as he would have liked to avoid them, Jake could see one of his other tables vying for his attention toward the other end of the room. He smiled and with a quick nod and finger wave, made his way in her direction. Jake approached quickly trying to wish away the beads of sweat that had begun to develop on his forehead. There was nothing he could do about it on the floor but hope they weren’t too noticeable.
By Toni Tonioli6 years ago in Humans
Face Value
I thought she was the one, yet we had never even been out on a date. It was 2015 and the last night of my sophomore year at the University of Washington when I met Madison. I had a long talk with her at a party, and I thought I would like to spend the rest of my life with her.
By Kevin Gates6 years ago in Humans
A Little Black Book
Walking toward the scale, she took a deep breath and stepped onto it. The numbers climbed for a moment before stopping at two-hundred fifty pounds. She smiled inwardly as she looked at the small digital numbers, once again she was reminded that she was no longer the three-hundred eighty pound nightmare she had been just a few short weeks ago. She made her way from the scale over to her bathroom sink and appraised herself in the mirror hanging above it. No bruises or cuts. No busted lips or black eyes. No need for makeup other than that she might like to wear some. Smiling outwardly this time she turned from the mirror and made her way to her closet. Yes, life was pretty good now. No longer the nightmare it had been before the surgery.
By Dresden Murray6 years ago in Humans
Little Book of Wisdom
Rise and Shine The rising of the morning sun peeped through the window as George laid asleep. As he opened his eyes to the rays of yellow and orange, the glow was a mere silent alarm clock. Raising out of bed quietly, George was careful not to wake his younger brother, Ethan, as he remained asleep in the twin bed on the opposite side of the bedroom. Grabbing his belongings, George headed to the bathroom to get ready for work. George liked the early morning hours of Saturday and Sunday due to everyone else in the household being asleep. The quiet silence allowed ease, as opposed to during the week when everyone fought over the one hallway bathroom. His sister Natalie usually beat them all to the punch.
By Michelle Carter6 years ago in Humans
A day in my shoes
We're all like books. You can see our covers. Read our summary, but the only true way to know a book is to read it and the only way to truly know a person is to live life in their shoes. Worn down may they be, Jada a foster kid residing in the blistering hot vacation spot for the elderly, Arizona. Sat on the sign at the entrance of her neighborhood waiting for the sun to rise over the horizon. Warmth touching her skin like a hug reassuring her of this new day. Beginning with the permission to start over and rid the doubt of yesterday. And so she did, writing in her little black book of life and how she wishes she lived it. Professing all that she's grateful for. A game she play with the universe. Depicting life as she saw though the lenses of her rose-colored glasses. Somehow exist outside her realities and turmoil. Everyday, she step away from chaos, to catch her breath. Putting in her headphones and writing away her anxieties.
By Jada Jones6 years ago in Humans
