literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Orange Wine
It had been set in my diary in seafoam green ink at that point in my journey with the orange wine I’d begun referring to my schedule as my diary, not because I was British, but because my comings and goings and what-have-yous had become quite secretive, mainly to me to meet at the Olive Garden at noon.
By Clara Dollar6 years ago in Humans
Serendipty Kills
It was only a small story at the back of the Wall Street Journal but it was still a title-bite that grabbed immediate attention. Investment Bankers had birthed a variety of badly behaved children, but stabbings were not generally part of the play book. I mentally flipped back to the day I first met Lucian…
By Merry Adams6 years ago in Humans
The Imprisoned Visitor
Meagan had known ever since she’d moved into the new house one week earlier that she wasn’t alone. Yes, it was a very old house, and yes, she was an empath. She not only picked up on the emotions of living humans, but she also picked up on the emotions emitted by souls on the other side. It was nothing new and something she’d experienced since the age of five. The abilities had grown perpetually stronger as she had aged. At thirty-five, it was not unusual to sense something out of the ordinary.
By Cindy Calder6 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Felicity wandered her usual haunt. Running her fingers along the base of her favorite shelves. Past Austen, Fitzgerald, Homer, Shelley. She was searching for some new old work to consume her unstructured hours, the time she had to spare between her job as a nanny and her second job waitressing on the weekends.
By Ellie Brooks6 years ago in Humans
Charlie and the Ethereal Plane
A boisterous knocking jolted Charlie from her sleep. Her heart dropped into her stomach as she struggled to orient herself. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. The dimly lit room was still spinning when a loud but muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Hello! Anyone home? It's UPEX, delivering a package for a Ms. Gary.” Charlie groaned as she pushed her fuzzy blanket aside and rose from her mustard couch. She dragged her feet along the carpeted floor, staggering slowly towards the door and rubbing encrusted sleep from her dry eyes. The delivery person knocked aggressively once more, causing Charlie to jump and shout “I'm comin'! Gimme a minute!”
By Troullette 6 years ago in Humans
A Day Lived Again
On this fateful night of darkness, with the moon looming in full view, Jon Baptiste lost touch with this reality. In truth, the hooves of reality kicked him deep into another. Heart pounding, breath quickening, Jon found himself in a strange, unknowable land. His mind was preloaded with a sense of finding something. The sound of crows filled his ears, and a feeling of dread filled his stomach. He wanted to find it, whatever it was, his mind continued to wander, he felt he was in the right place – but what was “it”? The fog made it impossible to make out anything other than the muddy road ahead. It all felt like a bad dream and quite literally was. Fear crept in as the scent of a pungent rose might do on a humid day. Vanquished of any sense of adventure, Jon, frozen in utter horror of it all, did not attempt to voyage any further. The crows grew louder, the fog thickened, Jon was helpless as he catalyzed back into reality, he sat up in bed sweating worse than a triathlon runner.
By Deacon Humbert6 years ago in Humans
