literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Fairground Attraction
It was our first date and, as if we weren't in our fifties but in our teens, we headed down the shore from different New Jersey towns to go on the rides, play Skee-Ball, and make out on the beach. Kids, dogs, jobs--a night at Seaside had not happpened in our lives for decades. Is there anything better than sliding across the vinyl seat of the Himalaya and being caught in a boy's arms while you're both laughing?
By Donna Raskin6 years ago in Humans
Unearthed
Rika packed her small black notebook and pen into the pocket of her radiation suit - gearing up to go outside for her weekly scavenge for life above ground. She took a quick look around her small cell, at the small bed in the corner, the bookshelf that only held small treasures she'd found outside, and at the rug she'd fashioned out of moss. The compound was more like a prison than a home - at least that's what her grandmother had told her when she was young. Rika had spent all of her life living underground since she'd been born after the war and was only allowed to go to the surface once a week to avoid prolonged exposure to potential radiation. The war had happened when her grandmother was young and only lasted a couple of weeks since the nukes had been deployed from almost every country that had them, but the after effects lasted well beyond that. It had already been 50 years since the end of world war three.
By Courtney Hendrickson6 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
Ivy made herself a coffee and began cleaning her apartment from the night before. She tidied the papers on her coffee table so she could sit and read her morning newspaper. She discovered a leather-bound black book. She knew this was not hers and assumed it had been left by someone the night before.
By Jenna Jones6 years ago in Humans
Off the Dock
The water on the lake was smooth as glass when Gabby and her husband Ben made their way down to the shoreline to fish. The plan was to waste some time while waiting to meet up with Ben’s crazy family for a laid back action packed afternoon and evening. The week long founding celebration the town put on each summer was something she always looked forward to. Even before she got married. Somehow after she and Ben got together it became tradition to spend the day with his family at the lake and fight over which spot to anchor the boat from to have an optimal view of the fireworks. It was honestly one of her favorite annual traditions. There was also the festival food which could be found in various spots around the lake and in the last couple years, on food boats floating in between. The food consumption may be regretted tomorrow. Or not. Because festival food is delicious, evil and should be enjoyed to the fullest when one faces it. Gabby was prepared to take the hit when the time came.
By Kerry Lettelleir6 years ago in Humans
The Mysterious Mailbox Message
Ernest never meant to become a gravedigger. But then again, he thought, it’s not the kind of thing anyone ever means to become. He wiped his forehead with the damp cloth he always kept in his back pocket, and sat back on his heels to reexamine the little, black notebook on the ground.
By Katie Ironoxide6 years ago in Humans
Under the Willow Tree
Cassandra Waterman was born in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania in 1870 to a tailor father and a housemaid mother. Since the age of 4 her mother insisted on teaching her to read and write. From the moment she started to put words on paper, she knew her true calling was to be a writer.
By Denise Galea6 years ago in Humans
Southern Star
A field of groves. A small plantation on the eastern edge of Clement, Texas, lived Lauren and Judah; enslaved sisters who belonged to Stanley Hunter along with the rest of his chattel. The year was 1839 and there had been a crop failure from the cold and drought weather in the area. No sun had shined at all and the Hunter plantation did not produce income from the summer. Lauren and Judah knew that they would get sold east to New Orleans. At the time the value of those women ranged from 5000$ to about 11,000$.The girls had just lost their mother to an illness, and Stanley was willing to sell whomever with the most value to save his plantation.The only possession their mother had left was a black book that had been confiscated by Vincent the overseer.
By Jai the writer6 years ago in Humans
The Great Cormorant
With my eyes closed, I listen to the roar, crash, and hiss of waves against the hem of an endless horizon. I hear the quick happy chirps of children and an occasional shout from their parents. I feel the sand whispering past me as I sit on an old bath towel beneath the shade of a molded umbrella that flaps and pops in the wind like the useless sail of a marooned ship.
By Shea Sizemore6 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Part 1, Savannah Savannah. The antique of the South. As the oldest city in Georgia founded in 1733, I was thrilled to be walking the iconic streets lined with their massive oaks and hanging Spanish moss draped through the century’s old branches. I had only moved to Georgia the previous month, but Savannah was calling my name. Roaming antique stores was in my blood, and I knew Savannah had to have a unique and eccentric find in a dusty corner somewhere. As I meandered through the downtown area with its hipster shops, eateries, and beautiful park-like squares, I knew this was not the “Old South” I was craving.
By Emeline Scrivener6 years ago in Humans
Prediction Noted
The words are written in a neat, steady hand, with a boldness to the strokes that displays clarity of purpose. There are no blots or mistakes on the page, or any preceding it, the nib of the fountain pen scratching lightly on the paper, transforming observations and ink into history. The black leather cover of the notebook is crisp and cool to the touch, obviously quite old but well kept. The fingers gripping the pen are far more weathered. Age spots and irregular lines meshing the skin.
By Marcus Rockstrom6 years ago in Humans
