literature

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

Journey
The hours approaching dusk always seem to be the most sinister. Perhaps some primal part of our brain remembers the hunting habits of larger predators. Alik mused on this as he walked back to the inn. Tonight felt ominous. Despite that, he smiled at Nia, the barn owl who grew fat keeping the area around his inn free of mice and other pests. She was perched up in the window of the stable, watching Alik trudge along. Slowly she turned her head west, up the dirt road that leads through the forest into the small town, then back to Alik. Then she did it again.
By Richard Belarde6 years ago in Humans
The Artistic Owl
Today. Today is the day. The owl is leaving home. She takes a deep breath as she gets ready to leave. She’s never known true independence due to her mother enabling her, so she decided it was time to branch out. She had it all planned out. In order to ease the blow, she told her mom that she was staying at her best friend's place for the summer. She didn't know that her life would be changed forever after that moment.
By Cham Bré6 years ago in Humans
The marked owl
As he lay there with eye’s shut, he listened. There in the distance was a sound. The sound to him was beautiful. He had only recently learned what this sound was.
By Christen Tomblin6 years ago in Humans
The Owl Call
Something in the stars called her that night. The way they seemed to shine extra bright as the moon floats in all her glory among the blackness of the sky. Looking up, Iris marveled in the way the slight breeze caressed her face, making her ache for the love she never had. In the distance, she heard its greeting, a small “hoo, hoo” calling and beckoning her closer. Iris was lost and alone in every possible sense. With no friends and no true direction to take, the meaning and significance of her life always remained a mystery to her. She decided to follow the owl’s call as it continued getting louder with each new step she took within the foggy, darkened woods.
By Elisabeth 6 years ago in Humans
Little Owl
“What’s in this box, Aunt E?” “Nothing little bird, just something very old.” “Is it as old as you?” “It is much, much older than that, all the way back to your great grandma. If you promise to be careful, I will let you take it out and look at it.”
By E's6 years ago in Humans
A Gift from a Friend
“Now announcing Miss Candice Mondarian.” A tall woman no older than twenty five with curled, naturally blonde hair that floated just above her shoulders dressed in an elegantly patterned, black cocktail dress stepped up out of the penthouse foyer into view of her family mingling with each other in the parlor.
By Neil St. Cyr6 years ago in Humans
Fear
My day began intact in its routine: woke up, showered, oral care, and breakfast. The first meal provided us with secretions and carcasses of animals. They told us it was for our “best interest,” so we gorged ourselves and reveled in its galore. It wasn’t until a shard of doubt sunk deep into my wounds that trickles of truth revealed themselves to me. I see it now as it always was, but back then it simply… was.
By Claudia Pacheco6 years ago in Humans
Friend
SW Virginia, 1861 Reginald This is a true story. I am sitting high on a rafter pondering a mouse or snake for dinner when the most dazzling eagle I could ever imagine rips the barn window off, not 5 feet from me. A crack of wood followed by a cold wind, but no crash, no glass. Just hinges creaking against wind.
By Lauren Smith6 years ago in Humans
Moonlight
New moons are always hard. When you have no light to follow, no hand to hold, it’s - you can almost convince yourself there never will be one. And that makes for a long night alone.
By Anouk H.B.6 years ago in Humans
The Last Time
The man sits in front of a Blank page. The mans name, Jude. Jude has been in this specific moment many times before. The clock marked midnight. That's usually around the time he could begin to work. Anytime before midnight proved to be useless. Most of the time he was able to get a couple of pages in but not a full page. It's why his closest's friends nicknamed him a night owl. Jude begins typing away and just like that an idea began to take form. The next time he would check the clock the time would mark five and he would have written an entire first draft of a short story. He also would remember that he has a lunch with a friend in about eight hours and if he went to bed now he could try to get enough sleep.
By Zully Matute6 years ago in Humans
Night Owl Vigil
I kick open the back door like a UFC fighter, discharging my rage into the inanimate and unfeeling, instead of her. The thud and clatter echoes off the 3rd floor fire-escape, across the back alley, reverberating off of dumpsters and broken bottles, scattering the rats. The door to the apartment building slams shut behind me and the few constellations, not choked or clouded by street lights and Christmas displays, reflect off the still River. Silence slinks back into the slumbering void of beyond 3 AM. If there is a moon out tonight, she’s hiding.
By Erik Vitaglione6 years ago in Humans
Banshee Sue
“Babe, I want to show you something.” Mitch grabbed my hand and led me out the front door, our brand new 100-yr old front door. We were city dwellers who had just moved upstate into a rustic farmhouse to escape the stifling pandemic.
By Maxwell Doyle6 years ago in Humans