literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Back to the Ocean
Windows are dangerous. I mean there is the obvious bit about falling out, but I mean daydreaming. I cannot focus to save my life. I seem lost. So lost, that I can’t even tell if I am or not. Maybe I just need to get used to my new surroundings rather than dreaming about something more. This line of thinking makes me think of my mother. She was a dreamer, much like her own mother; our family legacy being melancholy.
By Taylor Ryan6 years ago in Humans
Reminiscence
My skin cracked as I traversed for hours across unbroken fields of sand, dirt, and loneliness. The sun, unforgiving and indiscriminate, left me blind, teetering, and at the brink of dehydration. My visibility was only a few feet ahead of me in short blinks before being blinded by the brightness of noonday.
By Alex Penuelas6 years ago in Humans
The Count
The universe is vast and amongst its vastness, are many different people. Of the people that live in this vast universe, in planets that stretch as far as one can imagine, there is one man who has piqued the interest of the public continuously, The Count. The term man is limiting for The Count because for the last two centuries his life has touched the universe, shrouded in complete mystery. No one knows anything about The Count, which is the one thing that everyone knows.
By James Rothrock6 years ago in Humans
Heist at the Royal Ontario Museum
I've been coming to evening events at the Royal Ontario Museum since I started university. They're always packed with people. Packed with witnesses. It's almost impossible to do what I've been planning to do for years. But this time is different.
By Moira Western6 years ago in Humans
Selling Ferdinand
Ferdinand, All that’s left of you sits before me on the wooden table, contained between the tattered covers of your worn journal. This is the first time I've seen the small, black book outside your arm's length. I'd been curious about the contents of your book since I first saw it, but I couldn’t gather the courage to inquire any further than a single sentence. I don't know how often you reflected on that night, but it sticks in my mind.
By Your Knabino6 years ago in Humans
The Book of Dreams
It was a dark and stormy night.The deep sounds of thunder were shaking the tiny house and the bolts of lightning lit up the mostly dark kitchen interior as I sat at my rickety table thinking about all the things I could be doing, had the electricity not gone out hours ago. Just as I started to rise from my chair in search of more candles, to help chase the shadows from the room, a strong knock rattled the door.
By Amber Dean6 years ago in Humans
The Church of Lorna
They didn’t scare me. It’s kind of hard to fear anything when you’re already dying. The chants of the protestors were growing louder by the second; I could barely hear myself think. You might think stage two lung cancer would get anyone to stop smoking but, that’s quitter talk. I smoked my first pack when I was thirteen and I hadn’t gone a day without a cigarette since. It had become the principal ritual of my religion, the Church of Lorna.
By Devon Redmond6 years ago in Humans
