literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Just Call Me Luc (Pt. 1)
1: Giant Gas Cloud She was never one to do things just to cause uproar. Hannah was simple and stubborn and honest. From the moment she heard the name, she loved it. But she also wanted to make sure the child that bore it would fit into it one day. She didn’t want to use the name to run amok. No one seemed to understand that part.
By Hannah Payne7 years ago in Humans
The Girl Who Dances on Telephone Wire
It's almost 3 AM and I haven't cried or smoked at all tonight. Not willing to stand my non-blurred vision or my non-ashen lungs, I head outside to rebel against my own form. As much as I revel in the shocked reactions of everyone who catches me smoking, I will not be caught crying. I head up to my roof and wait, something good should happen soon. This part of town is known for one thing and it's definitely not the quiet inhabitants. Lighting my cigarette and getting ready to break again I hang my legs over the side of the roof. It's so cold out here tonight that I can feel my hands going numb pretty quickly. I wish it was colder. Instead of a fight, however, there's only a girl wearing nothing but a t-shirt. jeans and black shoes walking down the sidewalk. She keeps stopping at telephone poles looking them up and down as if checking for any imperfections. As soon as the girl gets to the corner where she would leave my range of vision she starts climbing the last pole after checking it out extensively. I don't know what to think at first honestly; this seemingly normal kid, maybe around my age, started scooting her way up a telephone pole. By the time she gets to the top, I just want to know what she plans to do. Could she be trying to kill herself? Is she doing some out of the way tagging? No, she makes her way to the top and balances on the end of the pole curtsying while still looking straight forward. I don't even remember when I started crying but I felt the cold liquid slide down my face watching her gracefully wonder her way onto the wires. This girl was able to slide her way to the middle of the wire without getting her entire system reset by however many volts were running through it. As I stared, awestruck by this graceful girl she began to dance, not just dance, but perform a slow graceful pirouette. Then she began to alternate which foot was touching the wire all the while spinning slowly around and around. I sat and watched her for what felt like hours and I began to think. What if she is crazy? But an entirely new thought had entered my head, even if she is crazy her slow methodical movements make it clear she knows exactly the insanity of her actions. This girl dancing on live wires is certifiably insane but at least she knows it. Could I be just as crazy yet not as enlightened to my situation? I recede into my mind for a moment and think about my own life. I come up here every night and follow the same routine of crying and burning through my lungs. Would I look crazy to a passive observer? I don't know this girl and still, I feel a connection in a strange way, I focus back in on her just as she lowers herself and tucks her head between her knees. All I can do is stare in bewilderment as she expertly propels herself into the air spinning so many times I lost count. She lands on foot in front of the other and bows to an empty street even blowing a kiss for added effect. I finish my cigarette and pull another from the box as I watch her slow descent down from the telephone pole, this time she seemed more jerky in her movements and even timid. Had she seen me watching her? If she had then she didn't show it at all, as she reached the ground I could see her begin shifting on her feet and uncertainly walk around the corner and disappear.
By Jesse James7 years ago in Humans
Embers (Ch. 3)
ZANDER "So, Aunt Jesse, do you have a boyfriend?" Thea asked randomly as we continued to unpack all the boxes that arrived to our old farmhouse. Or should I say, newly renovated farmhouse. Mom made sure to have her team here in Pasadena make sure everything was up to code and to do any necessary adjustments to the bedrooms seeing as we were no longer a family of four. Thea Simone Carter, my baby sister, insisted on having the biggest bedroom downstairs and our parents had a hard time saying no to her.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
The Season of Selfishness 2: Through Devotion
Blades chopped through the air like machetes cutting through chaff. A chill hung in the air this December 18th. Light snow fell. The helicopter made its descent and touched down with grace and gentleness on the South Bridge High School baseball field in Wilmington, Delaware. The smooth landing allowed for the pilot, retired Marine, Lieutenant Colonel Rivi “Right on Time” Mera, to give the thumbs up to his passenger, Zevon Perell.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
Embers (Ch. 2)
ZACH "Mami, I'm good... no really, I'm good... I'm taking all of my medications," I reassured my mother over the phone, just as Thea handed the two pills and a glass of water over to me and I downed it before I could answer my mother's next question. She'd held her reservations about letting us travel on our own, but dad finally managed to convince her to loosen her leash a bit. We owed him big time for that one.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Embers (Ch. 1)
GISELLE "Do you think they got on the wrong flight?" Freddy Alvarez, my uncle and guardian for all intents and purposes, asked the burning question and while it was possible for my cousins Zach, Zander and Thea to have gotten on the wrong flight back home to Boringville Pasadena, I had a feeling they were just lost in this huge airport. They'd been super young when they left ten years ago. I still had no idea why they decided to come back when it sounded like they were having the time of their lives traveling around South America.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Piano Keys
The darkest day of my life happened many years ago, back when I was merely 19 years old. When I was young, I fell in love with a very talented musician. His name was Michael, and he truly did light up my ever-lonely world. We often sat in his living room playing his mother's grand piano, whilst we both furthered our studies. I was going to be a nurse. He made me want to save the whole wide world... then came the day we learned that people were needed to enlist for the war. Being the man he was, my Michael signed up that Monday even when his mama begged him to stay. I simply couldn't bear to see him leave me behind, so I decided to join the Red Cross. Together, we were both deployed into the same war-stricken battleground. As most of our friends slowly stopped returning, it became harder and harder for me to let go of his hand on those frosty November days. One morning, it seemed to be exceptionally cold. It was as if the world around us knew that something terrible was bound to happen that day... and I felt my heart sink into my ocean of a chest when his hand let go of mine. For the rest of the day my stomach churned, he'd ventured into the old abandoned town... less than a mile away from our camp. I couldn't help myself, I ventured after him. As I stumbled through the bright green forest, I began to hear a rather peculiar noise from the direction I seemed to be traveling in. When I got closer, I realized it was our song playing somewhere. I stepped out from the trees, and into this beautiful green clearing, to see Michael standing alone at an abandoned piano. Watching as his hands seamlessly flew over the worn keys, my stomach relaxed and I could breathe again. The ocean of fear I'd enveloped myself into seemed to dissipate before my very eyes. Everything seemed to be perfect for a moment, that is until he turned around. As it turns out, he'd been shot upon entering the clearing. Suddenly, I realized that the red stains on his hands were the product of his own blood. He smiled softly as he met my gaze, "Now darling, don't you worry about me. All I really wanted was to see you again, play our song with me?"
By lexus toye7 years ago in Humans
Morphine
A chill clung to the air, only broken in its intensity by the heat of their bodies. Beads of sweat rested on her brow as her eyes locked with his, a twinkle of mischief and desire gazing back at her. The way he looked at her, the way his eyes roamed over her, devouring every single inch of her, made her whole body melt; all it took was one look, one sneak glance, and she was awash with need.
By Emma Flint7 years ago in Humans
