literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
A Dollar a Year
Green bills unfolded and folded in is hands. Jertavious Dawe spoke under his breath each count of the money. The dollars in ones and fives mostly, turned over like water off of a mill. The circulative motion of the greenbacks enticed the young man of only eight years. His brother came into the house and saw Jertavious alone and almost in trancelike mode in his Newark, Delaware home.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
Who Gets the Spaceships?
Barton Scholes, a black man, sullen and beat from the divorce agreement, sits on his patio overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in Bethany Beach, Delaware. Worth north of 250 billion dollars, this man had been a paragon of good business sense. The owner of multinational technology internet giant Encontrar, the Delaware Times, and a manufacturing and spaceflight company Superspace, among other properties, the man commanded a sizable piece of the market. His wife stood adjacent to him vaping an e-cigarette.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
The Bay Wall
Two big seagulls swoop down on a French fry that floats in the sea. They wrestle with it, flapping their wings aggressively as the fry predictably splits in two. The birds fly away. I pick up another three fries and fling them into the wind. The bay wall I’m sitting on is rough, and I consider diving into the low tide.
By Dylan Dames7 years ago in Humans
Representatives of Joy
Confetti and smiles appeared. In the Newark, Delaware convenience store where 72-year-old Myleesha Bunting had purchased the winning ticket. Swarms of news cameras and spectators descended upon her. Video and photos captured the moment where Myleesha won over $800 million dollars, before taxes. Television reporter, Donnette Sands asked her what was she going to do with the money.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
The Egoism Pledge
The stylus moved. It moved like a staff striking into fertile soil. Only the soil was a digital tablet and the staff opened the gates for signees. Thirty-eight-year-old billionaire Elgier Ossett looked at his twenty-something wife and they smiled. Warm. Just like this document that he had devised for the sole purpose of helping to eliminate poverty the world over by encouraging building businesses. It was crowdfunding on a major scale. It was...special. As a result of him being so supportive to so many people, Ossett didn’t hesitate to inform all of his billionaire friends and family to donate to the mission he dubbed the Egoism Pledge.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
'Light of Secrets'
I grab three bottles and take them to them. I hand one to each of them. "Thanks, baby doll," Lian murmurs to me with a wink. I roll my eyes and go back to the kitchen. I grab my glass of white wine and the rest of the bottle and sneak up the back staircase to my room.
By Just A Girl7 years ago in Humans
Embers: Chapter 9
ZANDER Giselle's birthday party had brought in more people than I figured she wanted to attend. I didn't find it surprising that she had found a way to sneak out for some air. It took me a bit to find out where she was hiding, but I found her sitting on a branch of an oak tree behind Uncle Freddy's barn. The scent of weed had given her away and I took my phone out so I could use the flashlight to aim it at her. When it didn't capture her attention, I decided yelling wasn't a good idea since it could startle her and possibly cause her to fall. It'd been a while since I climbed a tree but I was old enough to keep my balance straight this time. I climbed up until I reached the branch across from hers, and saw her open one eye before closing it back up when she noticed who it was.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
The Pressed Penny
Lines stretched around the store at this time. It was 10 o’clock in the morning in the Shepherd’s Emporium in Wilmington, Delaware. D’Vonte Sinclair waited in line just a few moments before he reached the counter this day after Christmas. Shoppers had brought their huge bags of unwanted gifts. Sinclair just clutched a simple plastic handbag. In it remained a peculiar piece of metal that his daughter said that she wanted to keep after receiving it as a stocking stuffer. But then she said that she didn’t need it because the machine failed to emboss new images on either side and left it not blank, but untouched. So, he moved along in line. Each step was an adventure, every move a journey. Finally, he reached the counter.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Humans
