literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Lady and The Lover
The Lady and the Lover My Dear Sethian, By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire with brilliant color. Inspired, I came back in to write you this letter my love. My feelings for you are palpable and you need to know how genuine my sentiments run through my soul. I am enamored with the way your eyes sparkle when you see me or the way your hair tousles as the wind blows through it. My heart fills with deep desire when I’m near you. I am enthralled by your profound intensity. Why do you want me so? Yes, I am a woman of status, but I have flaws- many flaws. You don’t look at the blemishes of my life but the love in my heart. You complete me. This may sound cliché, but I really feel that you are the better part of myself. Please know that these words are sacred and I do not kiss and tell and kindly afford me this one bit of secrecy. My love for you is not a shameful thing and if that is what you are thinking then I have not been dutiful in my actions nor have I explained my feelings well. Darling Sethian, I will be with you and beside you all the days of our lives. I promise to always love you with all the ferocity of our first intimacy. When I see you, passion is the only emotion I have besides love in its truest form. I feel washed white with the purity of us- a snowflake melding together with another as it falls from the gates of Heaven itself. Come with me as the present meets the future and our story will be told throughout the generations. I want to bear your children- as many as you desire. May they be as intelligent and full of wit and kindness as you are, my love. Take me in your arms and hold me. I need to feel your warmth and growing desire for me. I shan’t not think of the times, all the wonderful times, that we have spent entangled in ecstasy. I blush as I am writing this. You have made me feel things that I have never allowed myself to feel, which scares me but also thrills me. I give all I have and all I’ll ever be to you and you alone. No other will grace my heart in such a way. Tell me you love me, Sethian. For I wilt and die without you. Love me without abandon and tell me that we can finally be together forever. In the evening before last, my brother escorted me to the fair that came into our town. Curiosity overtook me and I paid the fortune teller gypsy a visit. She was a mystical soul with piercing eyes that foretold many a future. I was sure that she would put any worries that I may have had to rest. It didn’t materialize in the manner one would expect. She revealed to me that the love of my life would forsake me and be found in the arms of another. I dashed from that wretched place with tears on my face and malice in my heart. All the time we had spent together was washed away so totally- so completely that I had to do what needed to be done. Sethian- your dishonesty will not be accepted nor forgiven. I have given you all of me and in return I got less than nothing.
By Tracey Lalena 5 years ago in Humans
Birds From Her Piano
Hubert Chlebek, ninety-two, puttled his walker happily down the hall of the Shady Pines Rest Home. It was Sunday morning, and that meant french toast. The smells came floating to him, and he imagined the scent as a gently twisting yellow puff of smoke in the air leading right to his nose. It smelled sweet and inviting. It smelled like a good morning to Hubert and he breathed it in happily.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Humans
Bang
"He cheats on me you know," Janice said suddenly. She appeared suddenly in the door behind me, a slouched form leaning against the door frame with downtrodden eyes burning holes in my carpet. I turned slowly at the sound of her voice and stared at her. At one time, I had pursued her. A woman six years younger than me, long dark hair, winter grey eyes and a smooth angular jawline that for some reason always reminded me of water with its fluidity. When I first met her always wanted to place my hand to her neck, hold her head at just the right angle while I pressed my lips against her skin, felt her blood pulse and quicken as my tongue caressed her skin. But that time had long since passed. Now I saw her as just another person, barely a coworker that I had to tolerate for seven hours Monday thru Friday.
By ALifeinMotion5 years ago in Humans
"Pull" - Award-winning short story
Hey, all! Thank you for checking out my first post on Vocal. "Pull" is a short story I wrote that won first place in the MCC Creative Writing Competition, and, as a warning: it's dark. Proceed with caution, for beyond this point, there be dragons—of the literary kind. The human kind. The monsters within us, and that surround us, seeking to snuff out the feeble light within our chests with one pinch of their shadowed fingers. I look forward to sharing more stories with you, and our journey together, on our ship made of words, as we sail toward the horizon of storytelling.
By Nathaniel Buckingham5 years ago in Humans
Teleportation
TELEPORTATION By Joshua Johns Tommy couldn’t stand Lincoln Wozol. Ever since the first day of preschool Tommy knew that kid was no good and spending the last seven years of primary school together had done nothing to improve his opinion of master Wozol. Lincoln was a bully and a liar. He had never bullied Tommy personally but Tommy often saw Lincoln harassing other kids-smaller, weaker and younger ones. It was always someone who would never stand up for themselves.
By Joshua Johns5 years ago in Humans
The future in the past
I walked the path that I once loved. It used to be nicely groomed when I was little. The rose bushes with lush flowers, the weeping willows hanging low but not low enough to touch you. Walking the path up to the beautiful stone house felt like you were walking through a tunnel of plants. Now it looks unkept and overgrown. It smells earthy and damp. I walk a little faster, I feel watched but I know I am alone and it is just in my mind.
By Evelyn Gebele-Baker5 years ago in Humans
SPORT OF ROMANCE
Sport of Romance Hi I am a hopeless romantic. I know when guys hear that they cringe, but when women hear that their hearts are opened just a bit until action is shown. I wrote this book, because I wanted to leave behind instructions to my boys. Instructions on how to treat their women in their lives, and to cherish them. Well like most guys, we hate long introductions right so lets get into it shall we.
By LB Harpdog Creator Of Bampires5 years ago in Humans
