literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Rhine Foundation
The water running in from a crack in the window had finally touched the frame of Tariat's bed. He had lazily stuffed some newspaper over the widening split and then put some duct tape on it that almost immediately fell off. It was a race between Autumn ending and Tariat's diminished self-respect somehow replenishing. Guess it was time to get up anyway.
By Noel Taylor6 years ago in Humans
Flat Champagne
Maliyah sipped shame, bitterness, and finality. She forced the flat champagne down. You bought it you drink it. It tasted nothing like it had when first opened. After the cork pop came sparkle, effervescence, and excitement. All gone, all gone. She surveyed the dining table, a little drunk, and took in its half-finished setting for two adults and one child. Damn, that food had been good before it got stone cold. How long have I been sitting here? It had to be at least an hour.
By Matthew Chamberlain6 years ago in Humans
Bonnie, Clyde and Cake
Three hours. That’s how long Aemi had sat on her couch, staring at the 10 digits making up her handsome stranger’s phone number. She’d had a crush on him since the first day he came in for coffee and she took his order. He was gorgeous with chestnut brown skin, cropped black hair and thick muscles. Earlier, he’d left in a hurry leaving a little black notebook behind, but Aemi was wrapped up in the bliss of winning a $20,000 graduate scholarship she’d forgotten she applied for. It was a blessing and a curse. She’d chased after him, but he was faster than she anticipated. Her co-worker Violette had found his number in the front of the book and drilled in Aemi’s mind that this was her chance. Too bad she didn’t know him or his name. After clocking out at the end of her shift, she promised Violette she would call him. Now here she sat, palms sweaty, her heart racing, and her romantic future staring her in the face. She looked up at the clock and blanched. If she didn’t call now, the hour would be inappropriate, almost ensuring that he wouldn’t answer. 9:30 wasn’t that late, but the man could already be in bed. Frustrated, she leaned her head back against the couch.
By Ginnie Bea6 years ago in Humans
An Untitled, Unclaimed, Work of Art
I’m checking out at my local bookstore, “ That’ll be 17.12,” says the teller. “Will that be cash or card?” She proceeds to ask. “Card.” I say, glancing at her name tag instead of her eyes. Nancy, pretty. (Though I don’t believe I’ve heard of anyone with the name Nancy, outside of that show Weeds. Totally what made me start smoking if my mom didn’t).
By Keer’sten Unique Raye Merritt 6 years ago in Humans
Mustard Rays of Sunshine
Joe opens the door to the tiny -- almost claustrophobic in nature -- book store. A bell DINGS. The girl working the desk lifts her head from her typical New York magazine, this one specifically is one for fashion and all things stylish, and looks up to greet Joe. He’s a stranger, but she’s nice. Her name is Lucy. She’s (somewhat) important.
By Mickey Angelov 6 years ago in Humans
The book and money that will change the world
After not leaving the house for days I decided to go get the mail. In the pile of bills I saw a legal size golden envelope, I opened it forgetting that in 2020 I entered the contest “How to save Humanity”. I ripped open the envelope and there was a letter that read, Star Evans you have won $20,000 dollars and a 2 tickets to the 2021 Humanitarian night in Washington DC.
By Stacy McMahon6 years ago in Humans
Use it wisely
Staring at an empty spreadsheet, my thoughts strayed briefly before my fingers began to move across the keyboard, “What could it hurt?” I murmured. Recently, an email had been sent to me about a story writing contest. The sum of money was great enough to cover my rent for a few months and my theory was that this as an opportunity to expand on my writing abilities.
By Mary Catherine6 years ago in Humans
Morning routine
It's 4:30 in the morning. It's cold. It's raining. Why am I doing this? What am I gaining by doing this to myself? Every. Single. Morning... I have everything. A nice cottage by Oxford. I drive a Bentley, like my father did. I should have got it in blue though. I have a safe and meaningful position at a brilliant company. I wonder what are we going to discuss during today's board meeting? What is the point?! I should be in bed...
By Judit Kalmar6 years ago in Humans
