literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
When Night Falls
She looked into the mirror and found a pleasant image looking back. She had a young, beautiful face with short, dirty blond hair. Her crystal blue eyes looked into the mirror as she did her hair just right - she wanted some to fall down the side of her face, but not too much. Her small mouth was slightly open as she concentrated, revealing her well-rounded, glossy lips. Her room was small, well-lit, her favorite artwork was everywhere, and she liked it that way.
By Gabriel Mohr6 years ago in Humans
The Little Black Book
Out of all the days, that particular Friday morning was a very cold and windy one... Usually I would drive to work, or my wife would drop me off at my office. In the ten years that I had been going there, I had never arrived later than 30 minutes before everyone else. My job was to make sure we stay in business, so I would plan the daily work schedules of my employees before they arrived.
By JOHN T MINARDI6 years ago in Humans
El Mar Entrepáginas
Thomas let herself plummet onto the sofa and stared out the windowed wall to the whole of Miami as it lied uncovered beneath, her hands fidgeting with the battered, black notebook. She bent and squeezed it before carefully placing it inside one of the many front pockets of her shirt, then reached for the TV remote and let whatever was on voice over the inevitable cascade of memories—all the while caressing the fabric under which she felt the curves on the water-damaged leather.
By Nicolas N Tellez6 years ago in Humans
Inspiration
Janie wanted to be a writer. Now she had her chance and did not plan on blowing it. When her English teacher announced the contest for the best short story with a prize of publication for the story, Jane could hardly believe her luck. This was an opportunity she wasn't going to blow which meant she needed a great idea and an outstanding story.
By Teresa Lampros6 years ago in Humans
Un sospiro S. 144
The moon was bright, the night sky was clear and the stars framed the Palais Garnier in Paris. The air was warm and dry even though the streets were shiny from a sudden and short lasting summer shower that had caressed the city earlier that day.
By Elio Ardizzone6 years ago in Humans
"Breaking Up Is Hard To Do"
Clare began writing when she was a young girl. She dallied in poetry and lyrics writing. She could not play an instrument, but she had a head full or melodies. Writing took a back seat when she hit her college years. Years filled with boyfriends that would come and go. Some stole her heart while others became a fleeting memory. (Me, Myself and I) she would always say. She did not need a boyfriend on Valentine’s day and there was no shortage of people reminding her that her clock was ticking but as she walked away from her date she said. (“Thank U, Next”, as he said, (“Blow Me One Last Kiss!”)
By Robin Tobin6 years ago in Humans
Nice Chance
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon, when Aniase Thimberton gave a half trot to the bus station for the first time. At twenty-eight years old and living in a large city, she figured it was only going to be a matter of time before she had to catch public transportation. “ Too bad that time is now..” She mumbled to herself as she slid under the bus shelter. She looked up at the sky, grateful that it was a warm, spring drizzle, rather than a cold hard downpour. After recounting her change for the third time, she forced herself to relax. Pulling out her phone, she exited the tab titled “ How to catch a bus” and Google searched “Are buses ever late?” Before she could thoroughly read an answer, a little old lady with a maroon umbrella asked “Mind if I take a seat?” “Of course!” Aniase retorted, “ Hi, I’m Aniase, my friends call me ‘Nice’” “ Well it's very nice to meet you!” The old lady chuckled in response, Aniase laughed. “I’ve never seen you here before, and I've been here every day the last 4 years.” “Well, to be honest, this is my first time taking public transportation. I’ve had a really rough week, I attended my mother’s funeral, my car broke down and…. I’m oversharing.. I’m sorry” She said at the end of her ramble. “ No worries, it’s rare that I find someone friendly enough to talk to at a bus stop. Here, You dropped this.” The woman handed Aniase a black Moleskine, much like the ones she used for day planning back in college. “ Oh, that isn't mine.” Aniase gave a shake of her left hand, as she pocketed her phone with her right. “ But it has your name on it” The lady answered. Aniase took the little black book and turned it over to the cover, it did indeed say her full name. “ Well that's weird, because I know for a fact that I’ve never-” Her sentence trailed off as she looked up and saw that the lady was gone. Sincerely shocked at just how quick the woman must be able to move, Aniase got up to search for her. The bus pulled up, on time, giving her no time for thoughts, she put the notebook in her bag and boarded. The bus was crowded as she had anticipated, so she stood. Curious, she took the book out of her bag and opened it up to the first page. The notebook was empty, but a single sentence written on the first page, written in… Latin? Nice closed the book, “ I’ll have to translate that at work” she thought as she felt herself perspiring from the sheer anxiety of being crowded.
By Anastasia casey6 years ago in Humans
“Little Black Book”
Bobby Briggs, 36, sat solemnly at the airport. He had a full mind and heavy heart due to the chain of events that recently took place in his life. Bobby didn’t have any destination in mind to where he might be going. He just figured in his heart that he should fly to a destination far away from the life and people he had come to know in the past several years. He had recently lost his girlfriend and his job in a span of a single day.
By Derrick Painter 6 years ago in Humans
In Case of Mortal Peril
The light was fading in the northern windows of Samantha’s loft. Putting her paintbrush into a waiting cup of turpentine, she shook her arms at her sides while examining the portrait she was painting of a local banker. Corporate paintings like these were her bread and butter now. Sure, she still submitted a work or two to community gallery showings, but she was never going to be world renowned. However, she paid her bills and occasionally she could go somewhere unusual for vacation.
By A D Barncord6 years ago in Humans
Star Crossed
4/13/18 Penelope, You--turned 68, today. Happy Birthday! Anniversaries are so beautiful. The grass is finally starting to turn green for me, over here, and the lily on the sill next to my desk is beginning to bud, thanks to a sunny spring day. I'm not sure I like these pages, less space to write. I sure hope the sun shines on you today.
By Tony Felder6 years ago in Humans
Granddad Danny
Granddad Danny A short story By Amanda Bonesteel Part One The young man walked quietly into his grandfather’s room, stepping lightly as not to disturb the sleeping figure in the sterile-looking hospital bed. Connected to a myriad of wires and tubes, James’s granddad looked even older than his 90 years, if that were possible. The simple fact that the man had made it this long was a testament to the willful, stubborn man that Daniel had been during his long life. He should have rightfully died at any point during one of his wild adventures gallivanting around the world and always coming back with tales of near-misses and risky encounters told in his off-hand and calm way, like he was discussing what he did at the office that day, or what he had for lunch.
By Amanda Bonesteel6 years ago in Humans
