literature

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

I Love You, but I'm Not in Love
I saw her from afar and thought - WOW! she's beautiful! He said hello, and I said hey. the exchange of greetings become more common and less formal. At first I didn't think anything of it, I mean who would want to get to know someone like me
By Ang creatz7 years ago in Humans
Motorcyles and Coffee (Chapter 1)
The first day of my first semester at Columbia State, and I was already beginning to regret my "new school year" resolution to finally, once and for all, kick my caffeine addiction. Allegedly, caffeine has been linked to stunted growth, and I, ever the optimist regarding my own height, was hoping for just a few more inches on top of my already towering 5'2" frame.
By Alice Fletcher7 years ago in Humans
How to Live Hardly—Part Two
Two mornings later, I wake up to my mom calling me upstairs. I live in the basement of our house, which is nothing like people think. I’d tell someone I live in a basement, but they don’t know I mean a dang Drake & Josh style, decked out air-conditioned basement. It’s spacious, I have privacy, and I have decorative control, which means I get the privilege to not decorate at all. Against my mom’s wishes, of course.
By Dylan Dames8 years ago in Humans
How to Live Hardly
I stare at the fog on my front and passenger windows. I want so bad to roll them down and back up, but I know the fog would just collect again and I’d be more annoyed. Stupid condensation. Peering ahead, I see Smoky exit the alleyway in a gray hoodie and sagging jeans. By the time he reaches my car, I’m already getting the words out.
By Dylan Dames8 years ago in Humans
Fix You
I've lived in L.A. for six months. It's been a big change, considering I come from a small town in Connecticut. I phone my sister Claire up because we promised each other we'd go to the next Beauty and Broken concert together. We are both huge fans.
By Maddy Vinkle8 years ago in Humans
The Last Drink
Jacob Moore sat in the corner of “The Lionheart Pub,” a dingy low-lighted place where people usually ended up when they were at their lowest. He sat there and thought about what had brought him to this point in life, his mistakes, and his troubles. He watched barley registering the people around him when the waitress slammed his drink in front of him. He looked up startled by the sudden noise and looked at the waitress with bloodshot eyes. It was Amber (one more of his mistakes flashed by his eyes). The tall blonde glared at him, her blue eyes were as cold as ice, and stalked away. He watched her go but made no attempt to stop her, it would be pointless to try to apologize and she wouldn’t want to hear his excuses anyway! He took a long swig of the beer she had placed in front of him, spilling some on his blue shirt. He cringed away from the cold feeling and hoped it wouldn’t stain his shirt. She’d given him this shirt, he wanted to take care of it. The way he didn’t take care of the most important thing in his life. The door to the pub opened and he looked up in hope only to be disappointed as he watched to old war vets stumble out in a drunken stupor! “Why would she come to a dump like this,” he despaired. Next time the door opened he didn’t bother to look up, he figured the text he sent her went unread. He was so caught up in his sulking he didn’t notice the woman walking up to him.
By Jessica McGibbon8 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: The Finale
DANIEL Spending three months in rehab without seeing my friends and family was one of the hardest thing I think I've ever done. At least I got something good out of it. The counselors all claimed addiction couldn't be cured, only tamed. I was perfectly fine with that as long as I could still be able to have an occasional drink here and there. I just couldn't over do it, like I used to. Substituting one lethal addiction for a less damaging one had been the hard part. I was now up to five chewing gum packs a day.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Humans
The Kids They Forgot
A dull lecture given by an even duller teacher filled the air and the ears of the bored students in the classroom. Some dozed off while others listened to music on their phones. Others were too busy conversing amongst themselves to pay any actual attention to the teacher.
By Devin Eggins8 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 14
MARLEY "You about done here? We have a dinner to go to," Michael's reminder weighed heavy on me, as I packed up my camera into my bag and turned off the lights in my office at the magazine. Sales had gone down during the last few months and I wondered if it had anything to do with me spending more time at the bed and breakfast. Either way, I wasn't really in the mood to go to an awkward dinner full of tension. I loved Danny, and I didn't want to bring down their energy with my moodiness. Damn pregnancy had my emotions going haywire. No one but Michael and Jesse knew since Danny had just gotten out of the hospital and I couldn't even bring myself to face Serena. I never would've guessed our decade long friendship would go to shit and I felt horrible about it. She'd always been better at compartmentalizing feelings than I was. I had no doubt she was dealing with all this just fine.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 12
MARLEY Chili's Grill was the perfect place to relax after work and I thought it'd be a good idea for Michael and Danny to join Jesse and I for dinner. It took me about thirty minutes of nagging to convince Danny to show up, but he was finally here. We've all been busy doing our own things since Michael and I got back from our honeymoon a few weeks ago. Trying to pry Danny away from Serena turned out to be harder than I thought. It didn't help that the twins had kept him home most of the time when he wasn't at work. I should've been glad he stopped spiraling. But the truth was, it was only a matter of time before Serena did something to cause him to relapse again. Danny was one of my closest friends and I would hate to see him end up in rehab again. Which is what prompted me to arranged this secret double date tonight.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Humans
Petrichor: Chapter 13
SERENA Walls, floors, roofs and windows. Put all of it in a blender and you got yourself a home. For some people, home wasn't a place, it was a person. An embrace or a touch that made you feel safe and understood through the toughest of judgments and petrifying obstacles. I spent half my life trying to find something that came close to it. I hadn't realized fate had placed my home inside of a man who's damaged soul matched mine so perfectly, it frightened me beyond belief. It didn't stop me from spending days on end sitting beside his hospital bed, waiting for him to come back to me, to us. The boys were just as anxious to see him get better than I was. Not to mention the little one growing inside of me, whom I had yet to tell Daniel about.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Humans
London Bridge, 1927
London, England. 1927. She stood staring forward at the bridge that stand in front of her. The lights on each of the posts made the freshly rained pavement glisten. This sight was breathtaking, one she had only seen in dreams.
By Sierra Lynn8 years ago in Humans