literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Fire is Not a Toy
Annie. Fin. 2 paths. 2 lives. High in the mountains the birds are calling. Gently waking each other from their slumber as they rise for a new day. The goats bray as the goat herds lead them up the craggy hills and along a winding path a girl with hair the colour of the rising sun treads carefully over the morning frost. This is Annie.
Midah WalterPublished 7 years ago in HumansRetribution: Chapter 10
When the rainy weather passed, days of sun and heat took their place as May turned into June. Finding a few hours to rest between rehearsals and the performance in the evening, Adèle was lounging and reading fashion magazines in a pillow laden hammock hanging among bowers of white rose bushes.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansIn Front of The Help.
The first time I felt superior towards someone was while working a summer job at the local Target. My cashier’s job gave me enough pocket money to buy too many cups of coffee at the nearby gas station, a pack of cigarettes per day and gas for my scooter. I was quite young and very insecure. Our boss was a severe, angry man who would scold anyone he could corner and he’d start every day by yelling at his employees. It was like any other morning at the store. I had been working there for a bit over a month. During my second month there, our boss hired a few new summer employees just like me. I sat at the cashiers chair and the customers kept lining up. People would sigh and tap their foot because it was taking me such a long time to figure out a missing price on a clay plant pot. With my shaky voice I called for help through the in-house speaker. No-one came to my rescue. I called for “Staff to cash register number 2” the second time and finally one of the new girls ran over to me. She was very beautiful with a long brown wavy hair and she was a few years older than I was. She smiled and sat down next to me and started ringing people up. The endless line of sulky, impatient people was gone in just a few moments. She was leaving and as she smiled at me I snapped at her: “Next time you better come the first time I call for you!”
Retribution: Chapter 9
Later that evening, Marianne came home from work. It was very late and she knew that she could get a shower in. From her room, she grabbed a slip, towel, and her toiletry bag.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansWhy I Read Harry Potter to My Boyfriend
When I tell people that my boyfriend and I have a habit of reading the Harry Potter books to each other, the response is usually mixed. Some people think it's the most adorable thing in the world, others first look at me for a second to gauge whether I'm serious, and then make it quite plain (whether verbally or nonverbally) that I have just dropped ten steps down their esteem-ladder.
Merel van 't HooftPublished 7 years ago in HumansRetribution: Chapter 8
On Thursday evening, Mimi d’Aubrey went to visit her sister Catharine Mathieu. "Hello Mimi," Catharine said as the maid brought her into the pristine white kitchen.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansRetribution: Chapter 7
A few days later, Eulalie approached Augustin again in the courtyard. "Shouldn't you be in school?" He asked her. "I skipped today." she answered nonchalantly.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansMarco
Then, to my surprise, I met Marco. I was going for lunch every day at the canteen from the University of Amsterdam, and so was he. He had been smiling at me and me at him. We just couldn’t ignore each other anymore. We were aware of each other’s existence. How can you ignore a friendly stranger?
Lara AlicePublished 7 years ago in HumansShine
So I was just there, standing with my bike near the entrance of a building, not knowing what to do next, when I saw this blond guy coming out of an elevator, with a bike, and my very first impression was that I knew him, but I couldn’t remember where from.
Lara AlicePublished 7 years ago in HumansRetribution Chapter 6
Augustin was of a rather changeable temperament. The smallest misfortune could put him in the worst sort of mood but any bit of luck could send his spirits in the other direction just as extremely.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in HumansRainbow Girl
I didn’t see the rainbow girl for quite sometime after that. Christmas came and went, as well as New Year. My grandparents Olga and Delio came to visit, and so did my brother Marco and his boyfriend Neri, so I didn’t go back to Portugal for the holidays.
Lara AlicePublished 7 years ago in HumansRetribution: Chapter 5
One did not have to be a fortune teller to be able to tell Marianne how her day would go, but the young man’s prediction echoed in her ears. Whether or not he had just been guessing, he had described her life with an accuracy bordering on the occult.
Rachel LeschPublished 7 years ago in Humans