literature

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

If Life Was Like a Game
If only life was like a video game. A virtual reality of our own. Free of troubles, free of consequences or punishments. You can be whatever you want.
By Jose Gabriel8 years ago in Humans
Soft as Silk, Sweet as Honey
// The Bee, the Honey, the Sting, the Cure. I hope that you find enough potential in this to help you overcome the obstacle in which you are finding peace for. You are strong. You are perfect. You are you.
By Brianna8 years ago in Humans
The Catalyst to Peace
“Why are you here?” Naimah softly said. “Why am I here? I thought we agreed to meet here?” Ricardo answered inquisitively.
By Karimah Crocker8 years ago in Humans
Epiphany
The belle of the ball returns home to the same sheets from the same Target down the street as you. She brushes the night frizz from her hair and clips it to the back of her head, just like you. Does she wonder what she did in the recent past to bring on her bad karma at the moment? Or why the best clothes shrink in the dryer the same day you get to wear them out? Who knows? Not I, said the gay.
By Roland Davila8 years ago in Humans
That One Night
That One Night Hannah sat up in her bed drenched in a pool of sweat. The dream came again. She tried blocking it out, but those eyes stared back at her all throughout the night. For the past week she had dreamt of a twenty-year old boy with the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. There was no doubt the dream meant something.
By Bridget Josephine8 years ago in Humans
Winter’s Eve
The harsh wind whipped around them, the ice stinging their face. They trekked through the knee-deep snow, struggling with each step desperately trying to keep their balance. Alyssa and Michael had been gone for years. They had left to leave the hectic and crazy world behind to explore the world on their own. Before they had left, James and Alyssa had attended college together. They had lived in Scotland and met each other shortly before they had decided to run away. The two quickly became friends and had a deep emotional connection. They both agreed that all the problems in the world could be ended by simply talking, and that violence was useless and never truly ended conflict.
By Jake Fritts8 years ago in Humans
Lunch Date
They haven't seen each other in two years. The creeping wry smiles on their faces aren’t to do with the anecdotes he is telling, or her face when she drops her spoon on the floor. They sneak looks at each other over menus, remarking silently how each crevice of a face they once knew so well has changed incalculably. They discuss the mundanity of their graduate jobs over teppanyaki bowls, and each order a beer to smooth over the cracks of new unfamiliarity. The cumulative time these two once spent together is either a best friendship or a relationship, and yet it has never been either. She never crawled into bed with him as a girlfriend would; she had never not worn makeup around him.
By Phoenix Blackley8 years ago in Humans
Impact
What do you do when you’re about to die? Tom Craven asked himself the same question every time he got in a car, flew in a plane, or said goodbye to his girlfriend. He was a precocious man, and was usually never fully satisfied with anything; what if it were a little better, a little bigger, timed a bit bigger, worded slightly more coherent? Yet on the day of his flight home from a weekend trip to Colorado with his closest friends, none of those thoughts occurred to him. He didn’t concern his attention span with the length of the flight, the quality of the food and drinks, the timeliness and etiquette of his fellow sky-bus goers. He simply looked over the aisle at a girl he’d known for three years and couldn’t believe that he’d never told her that he loved her, or known the taste of her lips. He thought this as the Boeing 747, engines flaming, glided aimlessly towards the earth at least a hundred miles from the destination.
By Sean Johnson8 years ago in Humans
Opposite
Once upon a modern time in a university that I am not going to mention, there was a girl. Her name was Mary and she was someone you could describe as a sunshine, but her close friends would say that she had a good personality. In a way, she was an optimist and always willing to help others, not to mention that she was always following the rules. Mary was a good girl but her boyfriend was a jerk. No kidding. He was a jerk, and not in the way that he did one thing wrong—no, he's not that kind. He was the kind of guy that did everything wrong and, yes, I am gonna make you hate this guy for plot reasons. Anyway, the jerk—I mean John—is just the worst, but the story is not about him...well, at least for now. Here's where the story actually begins: Mary's usual routine starts in the morning with a really annoying alarm that is her phone, and after turning it off every five minutes for half an hour, she finally wakes up for a quick shower, a nice coffee, and a heavy breakfast. Mary is finally ready to leave for her first class. In the afternoon, she meets up with her friends in the cafeteria to discuss what the club will do on the weekend. Quick note: her club is called "The Weekend Activities" and, of course, she is the president.
By Mary Paz8 years ago in Humans
Nowhere, USA
She sits quietly in her room, her thoughts everywhere. There is just so much going on in her life. She faces eviction, can't find a job, is in a loveless relationship, and has an unruly eighteen-year-old who defies her everyday.
By Victoria Gross8 years ago in Humans
The Chest
She closed her eyes and all she could hear was the crashing of the waves against the shore. Nothing else mattered. With each wave she drew in a breath and exhaled as the next came crashing to. Keeping her eyes closed and her breathing rhythmic with the sea, she began to let her mind wander. She was a dreamer. She wanted to feel as powerful as the ocean before her, but found herself often the opposite. She felt insignificant in the presence of the sea. Maybe that's why she was so in love with it. Something so magnificent and magical kept her in a trance. It was truly mesmerizing for her. The ocean keeps her humble, bringing her piece of mind that the real world problems she faced, would eventually work themselves out.
By Crystal Burris8 years ago in Humans
Sonder
A drop of rain just hit my forehead. I pull the hood of my black sweater up to the edge of my face, tucking my light brown hair behind my ears so as to not get wet. I breathe deeply and pull my knees closer to my chest, resting my chin on the coarse material of my dark, blue jeans. I rock back onto my heels and stare at my broken, beat-up black Chuck Taylor's that I'm wearing without socks.
By Lorah Catherine8 years ago in Humans