literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Babygirl, Don't Lie
"Trust me...I'm a doctor," he whispered softly; his warm breath against my neck making me shudder. His tall, thin stature and slicked back brunette hair was almost irresistible. The way he would push himself against me just to reach around for a pen at the nurse's station already had my knees weak. His breathing was gentle and slow, his head pressed against my neck as he stood behind me, bending over to get to it.
By Hayley Kennedy9 years ago in Humans
Fire is Not a Toy
Annie. Fin. 2 paths. 2 lives. High in the mountains the birds are calling. Gently waking each other from their slumber as they rise for a new day. The goats bray as the goat herds lead them up the craggy hills and along a winding path a girl with hair the colour of the rising sun treads carefully over the morning frost. This is Annie.
By Midah Walter9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 10
When the rainy weather passed, days of sun and heat took their place as May turned into June. Finding a few hours to rest between rehearsals and the performance in the evening, Adèle was lounging and reading fashion magazines in a pillow laden hammock hanging among bowers of white rose bushes.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Marco
Then, to my surprise, I met Marco. I was going for lunch every day at the canteen from the University of Amsterdam, and so was he. He had been smiling at me and me at him. We just couldn’t ignore each other anymore. We were aware of each other’s existence. How can you ignore a friendly stranger?
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans
Rainbow Girl
I didn’t see the rainbow girl for quite sometime after that. Christmas came and went, as well as New Year. My grandparents Olga and Delio came to visit, and so did my brother Marco and his boyfriend Neri, so I didn’t go back to Portugal for the holidays.
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans











