literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
A Time to Write
It was a dark and stormy night. It actually was. Ernest was flying down the four-lane, right in the middle, weaving from one yellow stripe to the next as he picked up speed. The sky had just begun spitting rain, as the booming and striking clouds in the distance approached him one rain drop at a time. Suddenly, he was sopping wet and sliding sideways down the mountain highway. In a flash, he thought about his decision to leave his helmet in the garage at home – not a forgetful decision, but a helpless one. What could his future hold for him anyway? If he crashed and smashed his head, maybe his hopelessness would take care of itself.
By Kurt W. Peterson6 years ago in Humans
The World's Bravest Hunter
The World’s Bravest Hunter 1902 This tale is about a contest that was held in 1902 to find the world’s bravest hunter. An international hunting & adventure club was looking to increase their membership and promote their sport to the broader global audience. It was the time of bravado, manly deeds and discovering the last hidden places on this Earth, so the more heroic the deeds of the hunter - the better.
By Doug Caldwell6 years ago in Humans
Treasure In The Stars
The heat hung thick in the air as Sam’s shoes flipped against the ground on her way to the mailbox. The relentless sun had continued for weeks, burning everything from flowers to skin, and adding to her misery. She pulled the red stamped past due notices from the box and made her way back to the dilapidated house. It might have been pretty a while ago but time had worn it down, much like it’s owner Sue Donovan. Sue was nearly 90 now and unable to communicate since stroke had taken her speech and curled her fingers. She’d spent her life as a wealthy spinster but medical bills had taken their toll on her fortunes. “She still has more than us”, thought Sam as the screen door smacked closed behind her. Dad had left them with nothing but debt and if it wasn’t for Miss Sue, they’d be homeless now.
By Chelsea Holcomb6 years ago in Humans
Unexpected Winnings
It was a nice brisk day in New York city, when I find myself walking through central park as I normally do. As I am walking I come across this mysterious briefcase sitting next to a park bench. I stop to sit and examine the mysterious briefcase and wonder whether or not to open it or if I should resist opening it since it isn't necessarily mine. My curiosity gets the better of me and I take the briefcase home to pry it open to find out what is inside. So, as I am walking to my house no one stops me nor stares at me because of the briefcase so I just remain cool, calm and collected while I proceed to my house. I make it back to my place once I get inside, I take a closer examination of the briefcase to figure out the best possible way to pry it open and I go retrieve the tools necessary to do so. I proceed to pry it open and find out that there is $20,000 inside the briefcase. I am extremely amazed and shocked at the amount of $100 dollar bills and now how to proceed to get these bills checked to make sure that they are 100% legit. So, I call my own personal bank and ask them anonymously about checking bills to see if they are counterfeit or not and they informed me that I could bring in the bills and get them checked for counterfeit or not. So, I go to take a quick shower to get dressed, place the money into a different containment system and to head to my personal bank to get them checked. I walk into my personal bank and immediately helped by an a very friendly associate he asked me why I had made a visit and I proceed to tell him and release what I had found and he proceeds to take me to a more private setting and tells me that I have to wait for the bank manager to help me with what I had brought since it is such a large sum of cash. As I sit and wait, I check my phone for messages or social media for notifications and such just as I lay my phone down the bank manager walks in.
By Crystal Mason6 years ago in Humans
Emergence
Emergence I remembered the time before my spirit embraced the body I then found myself in. For eons, I had bounced around the galaxy from crib to lecture hall to ballroom to bar room. I always felt most comfortable in the bar room.I floated in the Amniotic Sea at the darkest of midnights enjoying the banquet graciously passed down by my host. Andouille sausage, shrimp Creole, red beans and rice, chicken jambalaya, deep-fried catfish, washed down with sweet iced tea providing my nourishment. Dixie beer and brandy had become my favorite calmatives. It always happened the same way. The music of a juke box would filter in, I would start dancing my tiny feet, and soon the alcohol would start flowing inducing immediate relaxation, peace, and dreams. I was certain that life couldn’t get any better.
By Armond Blackwater6 years ago in Humans
