literature

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

Unexpressed Feelings, Undeclared Words
"I like you a lot, more than words can say. I've been talking to you everyday in hopes that you'll stay. Your smile is lovely; It has a way of brightening my day. In person, you make me so nervous, I try to avoid looking you in the eye, maybe it's because I'm very shy. Even the slightest touch from you gives me a crazy feeling inside. You've made me fall for you in a short amount of time, but, I'm okay with it because you're an amazing guy."
By Raquel Avery9 years ago in Humans
The Hamiltons: Part 2
Philip Hamilton had not seen his mother smile in months. First, there had been the scandal of Father's affair and then the tragedy of Aunt Peggy's sudden death.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Domesticity
It's a cool fall morning and the air is crisp enough to freeze the tip of your nose. It is the perfect morning, perhaps, for a jog; a nice temperature for an activity that gets your blood pumping. It is also the perfect kind of morning to, say, read a book and have a cup of coffee. Which is exactly what Felicity is doing on this cool fall morning.
By Shera Prague9 years ago in Humans
Emily Hates Kindergarden
“Emmy, don’t forget your blanket sweetie!” The four year old girl turned around to obediently get her blanket from the car and closed the door behind her. She waited for her mother to get out of the car, walk to the passenger side and take her hand. Emily never crossed the parking lot without holding a grownup’s hand. That was one of the big ‘don’t dos.’
By Deirdre Jackson-Head9 years ago in Humans
Colourblind
Walking through the park was nothing more than exercise to David. A way to stay fit. Something to do while listening to a podcast. Nothing special. There was nothing to see. Everything was just different shades of grey.
By Louk Verhofstadt9 years ago in Humans
Holding On, Moving Forward
The stars pierced the sky and burned bright as Henry and Eve lay atop the hood of Henry's car. Henry had driven himself and Eve to the edge of a mountain near their hometown. Their backs were set up against the windshield and their legs reached over the hood of the silver Honda Civic. A blanket covered a majority of their bodies, keeping them warm from the cold August air.
By Carter Carlson9 years ago in Humans
Breath Deep
I had decided to defer a year from heading straight off into college. I’d visited San Diego once before as an adolescent and I fell in love with the warmth in the atmosphere, the smell of salt water in the air, the vast luminous sky, and array of distinct personalities. I currently reside in a quaint, intimate, two story duplex alongside mission beach. Mission beach, coincidentally was the first tourist site I’d visited in San Diego all those years ago. Love it here, I absolutely love it. Powder blue walls surrounding the living room, white carpet encompassing the living room floor, glass coffee table, plush white couches, home sweet home. What’s on the agenda for today? Lunch, and coffee at café 20/20, sounds great to me. Ride my bike along the beach? Of course, I will. I can’t forget to take Mojo on a walk once I return. The last time I did that, the stench of "oops I couldn’t hold it mommy" hit me before I opened the front door. 3 year old German Shepard lab mix, with a shiny black coat, big brown eyes, and stands about two feet on all fours. That’s my mojo, the current love of my life. I bought him from a couple online about a year ago. I saw his picture and my heart melted like molten lava.
By Duchess Howlett9 years ago in Humans
6
She is 9 years old. I am 3 years old. She is very pretty. She is a princess. I am not a princess because I am a boy. She is the prettiest girl in the world.
By Durmot L Jelfs9 years ago in Humans
In the Darkness: Part 2
Abigail was the first to step into the carriage with the aim of Azazel’s hand. It was worn from hard work, but gentle and warm. The feeling of his hand lingered on her skin; telling her a story of the man before her. He had worked for his wealth and worked hard. A quality she greatly admired. All of the men who attempted to swoon her heart were all born into their wealth. Suckling at the teat of their father’s hard earned money or worse... at the suffering of workers underpaid in hellish conditions. How she hoped that is not how he earned his living now. Her sister sitting beside her jarred her from her questioning thoughts. She glanced at the woman with a touch of annoyance. Why did she always have to meddle?
By May Fox9 years ago in Humans
Under the Oak Tree Near the River
Late October in my little town in the countryside of Montana, the water ripples as a chilly breeze flows through the beautifully coloured Autumn leaves. I lay on the grass under the pine tree near the river with my arms folded behind my head, why do I feel an uneasiness in my chest; a loneliness I can’t seem to shake off.
By Montana Venne9 years ago in Humans
Standing Right in Front of You
Bing bong. John stepped through the door into the cool interior of the Verizon store, clutching his dripping phone in one hand and casually smoothing his dark, soaking hair with the other. His shoes squished and squelched as he made his way to the heart of the sale floor.
By Kendi Stoneberg9 years ago in Humans
In The Darkness: Part 1
Azazel sat with his leg casually crossed, sipping at a steaming cup of Earl Grey at a café he had been frequenting since the dawn of time; or so it seemed. His thumb stroked the thin, porcelain curve of the handle. How easily it would shatter with the slightest twitch of his finger like human bone. The thought made him shudder. Carving hit him like a Clydesdale slamming its hoof into his chest; painful, radiating through every fiber of his being… then he took another sip of his tea. The sweet, peppered lavender taste washed away all hint of urgent need for violence, for blood, for the satisfaction of knowing he could conquer any and all… but that was not who he was anymore. He put that behind him.
By May Fox9 years ago in Humans