literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
On the Way Home
Pam had just gotten off work, there were many stores between work and home, but The Liquor Palace was perfect for avoiding any run-ins with family or friends. Just a quick pit stop in and out, or so she thought, oddly, the store brimmed with customers. I can't stand crowds, she murmured. Do I really need a drink? That was a fleeting thought, the knot in her stomach and ever-present crick in her neck reminded her she would need some help unwinding.
By Emunah Y'srael6 years ago in Humans
THE BIG RESET
December 22nd, 1954: $20,000. Christ almighty. When my Lloyd passed away, bless his soul, he kept his mouth shut tight. He already did not talk very much, always tired, but he kept things moving along. Work kept us afloat. We made love when we made love and it was always good. He was daring, he was quite daring… He never mentioned any life insurance because I think he never thought he had to. It’s a nice surprise, but who am I going to thank? Sorry. Why am I apologizing? He never wanted me to see a therapist but I started to see one recently. His idea to keep this journal.
By Andrew Martin Dodson6 years ago in Humans
LOCKDOWN
LOCKDOWN The year was 2020. It was a dark, frosty, solemn night and things were about to go downhill completely! Boris Johnson, the UK prime minister, had just announced the first-ever lockdown due to the deadly Coronavirus pandemic. Talia knew it was going to be the hardest thing that she had to do because she knew she would have to deal with her draining mental health alone. This wasn't exactly hard for her because she didn't have any GOOD friends. Well, except for one. He was all Talia ever needed; he understood her like nobody else, he could relate to her and he was just a vibe to generally be around, she loved him. His name was Tavion. She couldn't tell her parents, Lauren and Miguel how bad her mental health was because they would feel bad and try to help but the help she needed was very expensive and her parents were not in the best state money wise to pay for it on top of the bills and other expenses.
By Paris Allen6 years ago in Humans
Sunshine & Treasure
The sun is slowly setting on another beautiful summer's day at Golden Beach. The waves gently coming to shore. The wind blowing through the trees. When a young woman is seen walking towards the shoreline, as she does every Friday afternoon. You see, after a long work week, she needs this time alone to let go of all the weight that has been placed on her shoulders through the week. Her name is Isabella and my god she is stunning. Long, thick brown hair past her shoulders, that dances in the wind and she wears the same dress each time, pink with white polka dots.
By Eva Slivka6 years ago in Humans
Road Rage
I was just minding my own business that day. It really wasn’t my fault. I’ve told everyone I wasn’t to blame. Let me tell you what happened, get it all out there, on record. I mean, clearly you-coppers aren’t going to believe me, but I’m telling you straight up this is what went down.
By Daryl Benson6 years ago in Humans
The Turning Page
I sit there, staring at it, just like I had been doing for the past hour, and nothing has changed—it’s still a little black book lying on the counter, with an envelope sitting next to it. Not altogether threatening, but it had been on my doorstep when I arrived home from work, my full name on the package label, no return address.
By Ashleigh Cunningham6 years ago in Humans
Living Will
Josh sat down on the old wooden chair. It creaked a little under his solid frame but bore his weight stoically. His one remaining grandmother had chosen to move out of the farmhouse to move in with him and Debra. His twin uncles who ran the farm now had never married and thus had no-one to help look after their mother during the day when she might need a little assistance while they were out busy getting things done in the paddock. Josh, in his forties now and carrying a little more weight than he should was taking what he felt was a well-earned break after a couple of hours shifting some of the heavier items out to the van. Most of the stuff was staying of course but Grandma Lucy had insisted on taking her favourite leather armchair, some crockery, what had to be an antique pure ebony, glass-fronted display cabinet containing a multitude of family photographs and a record player she claimed still worked. Josh had taken the time for a quick cuppa downstairs before opting to tackle the monumental task of packing up all the old lady's library of books. Library was the right word Josh reckoned. The ceiling wasn't all that high up here in the attic. The highest point had to be just slightly above his own modest height of 175 cm. From the roof trees it sloped down sharply to a point only a couple of metres away where there was a single bed, from which presumably you could lay back and stare up at the faded blue paint overhead. There was a narrow cupboard for clothing and a small washstand but the rest of the wall space was taken up with floor to ceiling shelving covered with row upon row of books. Josh was sitting in the only chair with a couple of packing boxes at his feet. "Well," he thought, "better get to it."
By Jeffery Goldthorpe6 years ago in Humans
Little Mysteries
Thirteen year old Axel was convinced that the plane was going to crash. Only a moment before he had been leisurely peddling his bike in solitude along a bright treelined trail. All had been quiet save for the thrumming of cicadas in the surrounding foliage and then he was slamming his brakes in a panic at the sudden sound of the aircraft. He watched the small propellor driven plane skim perilously close to the highest leaves and braced to witness what he imagined would be an imminent and tragic intercourse with the earth. Instead he saw a door on the craft swing open almost directly overhead and a tiny dark object issue forth to plummet through branches like a seed dropped by a bird. The plane ascended away with a diminishing drone, disappearing into the sky almost as suddenly as it had materialized. Compelled by curiosity Axel sought out the object he had seen fall.
By Casey Deane6 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
A tornado. At extremely high, destructive speeds. That was the exact metaphor for Rebecca's life. In the past five days, her entire life had flipped upside down, around, and around, and she wasn't sure if she was standing or floating. It started on a Monday. A Monday, unlike any other.
By Caitlin Cannon6 years ago in Humans
Chances
CHANCES You ever get that feeling that something is in your path for a reason! I was walking down Rose street yesterday and a lady was walking and started to walk faster ahead of me. A bag that contained a book fell out of her purse. I got her attention and said “Excuse me lady you just dropped this. She looked me in the eye and said, “it is for your young fella”. Just continue to walk away.
By Denise Dick6 years ago in Humans
