literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

  • Adri J
    Published 4 months ago
    The Night Bird (Ch. 2)

    The Night Bird (Ch. 2)

    Chapter Two
  • Victoria Tunney
    Published 4 months ago
    A Promise Kept

    A Promise Kept

    Rebecca drummed her long fingers against the dark wood, glaring at the row of gentlemen seated across from her. They had been at this current argument for roughly 4 hours now and were no closer to a solution than they had been at the start. Her daughter was not some piece of carpet or a prize pig ready for market, and her temper had nearly reached its limit. Magdalene was nearly 15 and, as of yet, no suitable husband had been found for her. She was a plain and homely girl, taking after her father in all ways, but this was hardly the issue. A son would marry whomever his father decided on, the problem was her dowry. Lord Ranolf had been a good and kind man, but a poor marshal of his lands, leaving Rebecca and their child almost penniless.
  • Adri J
    Published 4 months ago
    The Night Bird (Ch. 1)
  • Emily A Dinwiddie
    Published 4 months ago
    Anna's Botanicals (Ep. 6)
  • Emily A Dinwiddie
    Published 4 months ago
    The Scottish Festival Surprise

    The Scottish Festival Surprise

    Eleanor Morgan Dunwythe, a 30-something year old lady, five feet seven inches tall, a few extra pounds, with hazel eyes, auburn hair, fair skin, dressed in a burgundy skirt with a white peasant blouse, and a burgundy vest, walks through the local annual Scottish festival, filled with all different colour tents: white, blue and white striped, brown and white, canvas. The sounds of laughter, negotiating of purchases, tempting offers, and celtic music float on the slight breeze. She is perusing the items for sale or display in the various booths and tents: small statues, incense burners, candle holders, wooden signs, leather goods, bustiers, corsets, skirts, overdresses, children’s items, British food items such as vegemite, marmalade, Yorkshire tea, irn-bru, sgian dubh knives and swords. In one of the tents, she spies a handmade handbag, with a silk daisy on it, and purchases it. In another booth, she is drawn to a silver celtic triquetra necklace and matching bracelet, which she immediately purchases and puts on. As she’s leaving the booth, a six foot tall Scotsman with dark hair, ice blue eyes, and wearing a kilt comes running by and bumps into her, almost knocking her over, but catches her. Their eyes meet and they both feel an almost electric connection. He profusely apologizes and invites her out to dinner. She accepts his invitation and he explains he must first go to his Clan’s tent for a meeting and a commencement dance and would she mind coming along. She agrees, he takes her hand, and she matches his quick pace on the way to his Clan’s tent. People that they pass by look at them curiously and then resume their browsing.
  • Jenna Malin
    Published 5 months ago
    It Might Be Love

    It Might Be Love

    He brought the glass of whiskey and Coke to his lips, gulping down the last of it along with the undeserved guilt threatening to resurface. He eyed the reflecting light on the crystal glass, pondering the internal exchange for only a moment before holding the glass above his head and wiggling it in his fingers. "Hit me again, bar lady," he called, more than willing to continue stifling the emotion brewing inside him.
  • Mallory Kane
    Published 5 months ago
    Cheap Wine

    Cheap Wine

    Bullseye. His eyes squinted, result of a grin big enough to reveal teeth whiter than my pointy pumps before guiding another dart into the board. He was tan, built, and confident enough. He had a sort of strategy about him, everything planned and articulate. It seemed like he could hold his liquor; he kept his composure throughout that night, and he has since then too. It meant a lot to someone like me.
  • Kyle Agawin
    Published 5 months ago
    The Bachelor Party (Part 2)

    The Bachelor Party (Part 2)

    Making her feel more desire for him. They both loved teasing their partner, whoever it was. They loved going through the pain of waiting 'til they wanted and needed the reward, making it that much more pleasurable and worth it. Keith didn’t want to be the first one to give in, but her lips looked so perfect. These were the lips that you’d want to kiss every day and never leave them. they were small but shone with little glistening sparkles like the sunset reflecting off the ocean. They could now both feel the invulnerable spark that wanted to be lit. Remembering how the other’s breath filled them with life and giving each other glimpses of their love. They both leaned into what turned the spark into the flame.
  • Alexis Lindberg
    Published 5 months ago
    The Idealists Anonymous Meeting

    The Idealists Anonymous Meeting

    The hoodies covering everyone's faces as they filed through the door to the community center's basement gave most who came across it a wary feeling about what went on in there every Wednesday night. Occasionally, a brave soul or two ventured in with the crowd and sat down in the circle of chairs situated in the room.
  • Marie xo
    Published 6 months ago
    The Moon King

    The Moon King

    Laura sat by her window looking up at the sparkly night sky, she wished she could be closer to him. She wanted to combine herself with him so badly she was willing to do whatever it took just to breath in his air.
  • Diary Of A Dying Girl
    Published 6 months ago
    Diary of a Dying Girl (Pt. 3)

    Diary of a Dying Girl (Pt. 3)

    YOU'RE NOT WHO YOU SAY YOU ARE.
  • Diary Of A Dying Girl
    Published 6 months ago
    Diary of a Dying Girl (Pt. 2)

    Diary of a Dying Girl (Pt. 2)

    YOU SAID "YES" TOO QUICKLY.