literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

Midnight Library
I stumbled and fell. The rain slicked, night dark streets sprawled before me. Behind me the bar was warm lit, cozy. I heaved a sigh and pulled my sweater close. Poor company though – sodden as it was. But November was like this and I resigned myself to being cold and miserable. I’d been here before. Somewhere beneath the haze and the vodka I could remember saying things I would regret in the morning, feeling the pellets of icy almost rain on my face. Chicago’s version of a hello.
By Kat Averyheart6 years ago in Humans
Atop an Elephant
The boy was only a few bites into supper when his father whipped the door open in a flurry of excitement. The wind rallied past his father and danced through the small kitchen, sweeping his mother’s recipe cards up in a chaotic waltz.
By Louisa C6 years ago in Humans
The Notebook Project
The sky was full of heavy dark clouds, and was unusually cool for a Saturday morning in New Orleans. Aria was leaving Cafe Conti when it started to sprinkle, she set her coffee down on the side and pulled out her umbrella before turning right on Dauphine St.
By Dominic Sayers6 years ago in Humans
Trist of a Tale pt.2
“Trist!” My mother calls over from the table, “Stop gaggling at the girl and come inside you creep!” The girl giggles at the last comment and chimes in with a smooth but higher pitch voice,
By Michael Gaydos6 years ago in Humans
Redemption
I used to be a cop, but you wouldn’t guess that from looking at me now. It was 34 years ago. My dried, splitting skin and thin, oil-soaked hair makes it look much further in the past.
By Tim Pierpont6 years ago in Humans
Black
Addie ran her fingers through the braid while trying to check her progress in the biggest part of the shattered bathroom mirror. It'd come like this, a perk of low-income living.
By Karalynn Rowley6 years ago in Humans
The Black Book
Jacob woke to his dark room again. The sun was yet to emerge over the neighbouring high rise, so the only lights that slipped through the curtain were the blue and red projections that emanated from the chicken shop across the street.
By Josh Chandler Morris6 years ago in Humans
A Rainy Day...
I had seen the box often. When we visited, it would be in the den, on the desk, near the fire. Or, when we visited, it would be on the kitchen table, slightly ajar, forgotten, until a meal would require it to leave. Or, when we visited, it would be in the sunroom, on the end table, near the window, forgotten once again, until a visitor would sit too near. Then, it would leave again.
By Kim Worth6 years ago in Humans
Run
“Hello?” I dropped my keys and laptop onto the hall table and nudged the front door closed behind me. “Hey! Are you here?”
By Amanda Walker6 years ago in Humans
Country
”This is OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!” “ Don’t, John Skipper,” I said. “Don’t. If I wanted to, I would have , Hannae.” “Neither of you, dressed for this. And, (Laughs) you cant change that.”
By Pearl Thomas6 years ago in Humans
Unexpected Surprise
My story is a bit original, I hope. It started when my husband and I purchased an old house with a lot of land on the outskirts of our town. It had been a long term goal for us and we were going to use our first home as a rental. So we didn't have to rush out of our first home. We could also now focus on starting a family. The new house needed a lot of work. Ok, I will be honest, the whole place needed to be gutted. The foundation was solid as well as the structure itself. It was the inside that needed the work. It was like the house hadn't been updated in a century. My husband had seen the house for sale during a road trip with his brother. My husband hired an inspector before we purchased the house so we were aware of how expensive a rehab on the house was going to cost. I will be frank, the inspection report freaked me out a lot. It had water in the basement as well as bad wiring (old knob-and-tube wiring), bad pipes, an outdated heating system, and mold. My husband got called away for work right after we closed on the house. Now, just that don't figure, right? Leaving me behind to get things started.
By Elvira Scaff6 years ago in Humans
My Words Remain
Thwap! The arrow flew past her face, narrowly missing her cheek before it embedded itself in the tree a few feet behind. Lilliana whipped around and dove for cover as another arrow landed on the ground sinking into the dirt her foot had just vacated.
By Erin Martin6 years ago in Humans