literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The black book of destiny
Amara was a little dreamer; she spent most of her days thinking of projects that seemed impossible for oneself to accomplish. “Amara, lunch is ready,” said Nana. “would you please set the table for us?” She raised her head to watch Amara walk the long hall from the study to the dining room.
By Nina Lapnet6 years ago in Humans
Dearest Fellow People Watcher
This past Tuesday started like any other day since I lost my job due to cutbacks and downsizing. I would wake up at 10 AM, eat a light breakfast, get ready for a job interview late in the afternoon, and take the bus home to prepare for the next day. The interesting part is that there’s no shortage of interviews, but there is a shortage of needing to hire someone like me. The interview that I had just left, would have been my thirty-sixth interview in almost five weeks, which would mean that I averaged about one interview per day. I can always make it through the phone interview. However, once I do the second interview, which is face to face, I seem to be not able to seal the deal.
By Stephanie Bailey6 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
I found your little black book today. I picked it up and examined the outer layers that were worn and tattered. The black leather looked shabby as if to say this is one of your prize possessions. The gold leaf lettering almost non-existent. The fine paper bent and even some with folded over edges.
By Kim Meredith6 years ago in Humans
Go on Red; Stop on Green
Growing up on a small farm in the country ensures lots of opportunity for hard work during daylight hours. But once darkness comes, it is time to rest up for tomorrow. Or so you might think! My older brother and I regularly devised different ways to side-step the potential boredom, some of which I will elaborate elsewhere and some that should probably remain a memory that hopefully will just be forgotten with time. This particular story is not one of those extracurricular, planned and plotted activities, but simply a stroll after dark to get a soft drink.
By J Richardson6 years ago in Humans
Trapped in 2 Worlds
Trapped in 2 Worlds As far back as I can remember, I’ve always been an eccentric individual. From a quiet awkward teen wearing colorful clothes in high school and beating to my own drum to an outgoing confident adult with many friends and a career in psychology. My inner core and values have always been the same regardless of age. Whether a child or an adult I was always caring, kind, thoughtful , loving and respectful to others. I always put the needs of others before my own. To the world I was always a happy individual that made people laugh and well known for my sarcasm, humor and good nature. However, I had a dark secret that haunted me inside for years that nobody knew about. I was trapped in between two worlds. One world, where on the outside I seemed like your typical human being and the other world where I suffered alone daily. My life wasn’t a facade, yet one of complexity and at times a paradox inexplicable in itself.
By Sadie Colucci6 years ago in Humans
Started with 3
Edward stood staring out of his kitchen window, hypnotized by the thick blanket of fresh snow brought by the first winter storm of the season. The quietness of the morning broken by the random cracking sounds of branches falling to the ground due to the weight of the snow. As he takes his first deep breathe of the day he is treated with a calming sensation of gratitude and the warming fragrance a fresh pot of coffee. It’s a welcomed restful Wednesday morning as by now he would have already been on his way into town to open up the office and greeted by Jane Fonzo, his hardest working employee. Though due to the current weather situation he sent out a message the previous day to his family of employees telling them to take the next couple days to enjoy some rest. He knew that majority of his staff including himself would not be able to make into work due to mother nature’s chilling effects. So why shouldn’t everyone be able to take a few days off?
By Jessie Carrales6 years ago in Humans
Kohaku
As the sun climbed over the peaks of the Samaa Mountains in the distance, its rays began shining through the cracks of the old barn, waking the boy as a gentle reminder that it was time for morning prayer. He woke with a burst of energy and sprinted down to the shore where he would wash before prayer. He stopped for a moment, his reflection in the water peering back at him.
By Zach Brunotte6 years ago in Humans
JEAN-PIERRE'
The train lunged forward, as it was leaving the depot. Jenna was putting her luggage away, in the tiny cubby, in her sleeper cabin. She rocked forward and reached out for the closest thing she could grab, to steady herself. Not paying attention to what it was, the handle suddenly released, and popped the cabinet open, it caught her off guard, she thought it looked like a fake decoration, like when they build inoperable drawers in places, to make things look more appealing. Not a hidden compartment.
By Sheila Payne6 years ago in Humans
