literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Stan and His Blank Pages
Stan Salanport was a kind, sensitive man. He always wore a proverbial suit of armor though, as he wasn't all that comfortable seeming "weak", though he approached most strangers in a timid, shy manner. He'd been hurt most by the people closest too him. This made him weary of new people and settings.
By Daniel Salazar6 years ago in Humans
Tails
So, it was a day like any other day, I was heading out doing my usual errands and I had a lot of catching up to do on my latest film project. I live in a highly active area and a popular part of the city where a lot of artists and students to the local university live. It is a great artist community that believes in the rights and freedom of all people. I moved here because it is an inspiriting place to live.
By Leisa Coffman6 years ago in Humans
The Benefactor
I'm squatting in a back alley in some post-apocalyptic city. I don't know where I am. I've lived in so many places, I could be in New York, Chicago, or LA. I don't know anymore. I'm a 70 year old woman. All I know is it's cold at night here, and hot during the day.
By Emily Elektric6 years ago in Humans
Blessings come in all sizes
"Really Chris? This is how you do me after all the things that I have put up with from you? You're gonna leave our family and be with another woman and her child? What about Anissa? What about me," I cried to my fiancé while I watched him pack his bags.
By Antoinette Cooper6 years ago in Humans
Ernie's Tale
In the small southern town of Castleton, Alabama, there lived a man named Ernie. He lived across the tracks in the poorest part of town. Castleton was almost a ghost town, with only a flashing caution light. There were very few businesses left anymore, except for a gas station and a dollar store. Ernie would sit in front of that dollar store every day and greet customers as they walked up.
By Gary Stuckey6 years ago in Humans
Unexpected Treasures
Maybe it’s a bad habit that will someday turn my mostly normal spinal column into something akin to scoliosis just by the very virtue of the repetitive downward angle by which my face points while I walk, but honestly, if you never look around while you walk, how on earth are you supposed to find the glory?
By Julie Randall6 years ago in Humans
Ayla
Ayla entered the room with an invitation clutched tightly in her hand. The space smelled of old books that would crumble at her touch she resisted the urge to do the same as a hand gently tapped her shoulder. Why are there no windows, she wondered. One less colonial portrait and one skylight surely would have helped the aesthetic. Unless they were going for a 1930’s ‘I founded an investment bank in my twenties’ feel, in which case, top marks to the interior designer in charge.
By Tales of Inconsequence6 years ago in Humans
The Art of Folding
My shop should be easy enough to spot, it's the only one with a blue sign, read the letter in Ben's hand. The pages shivered as the train carriage rattled along its rails, and he sighed, folding them carefully and tucking them back into his pocket.
By Typethreewriter6 years ago in Humans
