literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Rich Cabbage Soup
I awoke with the deep sense of dread that millions of North Americans can relate to, the kind of dread that comes with not knowing how you are going to make ends meet, or survive through the end of the month, not to mention the down the road hysteria of knowing that I am more likely to die in a homeless shelter than I am to retire and enjoy my so called Golden Years. Sometimes I can function through the dread, and other days I just lie in bed hoping for either death or salvation, but neither have come for me yet.
By Sheena Marshall6 years ago in Humans
Wooden Bench by the Creek
“I can’t take this anymore.” I thought to myself as I slammed the trunk full of boxes shut. At only seventeen years old, that was our fifth move since I began high school. I should have been running in the cross country meet that day, I know I would’ve won. I’d finally hit a 17 minute 5k. I’d trained at the high school track across from our apartment two, sometimes three times a day in my worn out tennis shoes. Maybe it was just to get out of our crammed little space, or maybe just to clear my mind, but I would run, despite my new shin splints. the wind would brush against my shaggy blonde hair. I was free, at least while I ran.
By Alyssa Cummings6 years ago in Humans
Blackbird Crying in the Dead of Night
“Alright, ‘m out.” Alex called over to the last bouncer. He tucked the bundle of tips under a strap of the outfit he’d danced in. Alex shrugged on his oversized hoodie, which fell just past his hips and was barely warming his body, seeing as under it all he had on was a holographic strappy piece. He zipped up his platforms and slung his bag over his shoulder.
By Noah Ray Meadows6 years ago in Humans
Boxed In
I closed the cardboard lid again. Now it wasn’t just my hand shaking, my whole body was shivering. It couldn’t be. I had to be seeing things. I needed to lay down, to collapse against the couch pillows, but my hand was reaching out to open the box lid again. I stopped it.
By Meghan Ralph6 years ago in Humans
Take It Or Leave It
The cold rain beaded on the back of his neck as the grave digger thrust his shovel once more into the wet earth. Steam rose from him in tiny tendrils, circling towards the inky black and starless sky. Grave digging was hard work. His body heat was the only thing protecting him from the icy chill that surrounded him. A thick shovelful of sludge flew over his shoulder to join the rest just outside of the hole, meeting with a loud smack before merging down and becoming one with the puddle that had become everything.
By Matt Hayte6 years ago in Humans
The Prize
The summer after high school was particularly boring. While most of the kids from my school were going to the beach with their friends or visiting their vacation homes, I was working at the Sherbet Shack. When I wasn’t scooping deliciously sticky ice cream for my fellow sunburned schoolmates, I was in my room applying to college. No there wasn’t an angry adult punishing me for swearing or skipping class, but instead a much harsher, unseen force, life. Being raised by a single mom meant that I simply did not have the luxuries that the other kids had. Let’s get one thing straight though, I am in no way complaining about my life. I love what my mom has provided for me, and I am so thankful to have her. By luxuries, I mean that if I wanted something, I had to pay for it. Which meant that scooping that ice cream was second nature at this point. Don’t get me wrong, I loved having a job. I loved feeling mature and responsible. Yet this summer was stressful compared to the previous. I have always wanted to go to college and further my education, so it was important that I made enough money this summer to pay my tuition. Things weren’t looking good though. With the money I had already saved, along with what I would make by the end of the summer, I was still about ten grand short. I knew I wouldn’t be able to afford to go to college, but that didn’t mean I was going to give up. At this point, I was just praying for a miracle by the time summer came to a close.
By Sydney visser6 years ago in Humans
A To Be Determined Ending
Six years is a long time to go without running. She could feel every second of those six years in her screaming lungs. The girl cursed at herself for spending her Work Hours sitting down. Luckily her adrenaline drowned out all other thoughts except for one: keep running.
By Daniela Hernandez6 years ago in Humans
A Wonderful Day
Steph didn't know what she was going to do. She looked down at the stack of envelopes on her kitchen table with one hand on her forehead and the other hand on her hip. An internationally known symbol for distress. She knew there was nothing but bills and bad news in those envelopes. With a sigh, she took the plunge and started opening them. Utilities. Credit Card. bill. Another credit card bill. Car note. Car insurance. Phone bill. Internet. It was enough to make tears come to her eyes when she thought about the fact that she was going to have to pick up even more hours at her crappy delivery job to clear it all. It's like she could never work hard enough to catch up.
By Kay Thompson6 years ago in Humans
