literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Embers (Ch. 5)
ZACH I spent most of my childhood with my eyes closed. Now that I could finally keep them open on my own, I wanted to see what else the world had to offer. That included taking in some vitamin D underneath the scorching late summer heat at Sylvan Beach. And, also scouting for potential new people to talk to. Or girls. Preferably, girls. My goal was to find a girlfriend before the fall semester was over. I figured I'd start my search at the beach, where there were cute girls in flattering bikini's and pretty smiles lounging about on the sand and in the ocean.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
November Breezes; She Remembers
The sun rises over the parking lot at Wal-Mart; announcing its presence with an array of oranges, reds and yellows. Seagulls flying overhead, in spite of the cold, causing you to wonder if they even know where they are.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Humans
Joker in the Pack
John-Paul was famous for his jokes. One-liners, witty ripostes, impersonations, slapstick, anecdotes, observations—John-Paul had mastered them all. His problem was that his ability to behave appropriately in any given social context was hit and miss, so while he caused a merry riot at his best friend’s wedding, his actions at his great-uncle’s wake resulted in several family members refusing to answer his texts for a month.
By Deanne Adams7 years ago in Humans
Embers (Ch. 4)
GISELLE The Kemah Boardwalk was probably the only place in Houston I could spend the summer working at without quitting the next day. Although it was a seasonal job, they paid me enough so I could actually afford to keep my car this year and I actually enjoyed working here. Charlie Hanley, Samantha Stevenson and I chilled throughout our morning shifts at the ride section, playing the occasional prank on each other while we were supposed to be friendly hosts to the tourists and to the locals and their brats running around everywhere. If I had to pick a favorite ride out of them all, it would have to be The Aviator. But only because I thoroughly relished in screaming bloody murder as we swung around and around the pole in our seats, claiming we were all going to unhinge from the ride and die. Charlie, my best and closest flamboyant guy friend always chickened out when I dared him to get on the ride with me on our days off. Samantha, the chatty daredevil always managed to convince him otherwise.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Love Is in the Air
The water was cold as I laughed and ran through it to get away from Zach. The moon’s reflection off the ocean was beautiful. It was the perfect night. We had dinner with some friends and decided to take a walk on the beach before going home. Zach had it all planned and surprised me with wine and cheesecake under the full moon.
By LR Hatfield7 years ago in Humans
Just Call Me Luc (Pt. 1)
1: Giant Gas Cloud She was never one to do things just to cause uproar. Hannah was simple and stubborn and honest. From the moment she heard the name, she loved it. But she also wanted to make sure the child that bore it would fit into it one day. She didn’t want to use the name to run amok. No one seemed to understand that part.
By Hannah Payne7 years ago in Humans
The Girl Who Dances on Telephone Wire
It's almost 3 AM and I haven't cried or smoked at all tonight. Not willing to stand my non-blurred vision or my non-ashen lungs, I head outside to rebel against my own form. As much as I revel in the shocked reactions of everyone who catches me smoking, I will not be caught crying. I head up to my roof and wait, something good should happen soon. This part of town is known for one thing and it's definitely not the quiet inhabitants. Lighting my cigarette and getting ready to break again I hang my legs over the side of the roof. It's so cold out here tonight that I can feel my hands going numb pretty quickly. I wish it was colder. Instead of a fight, however, there's only a girl wearing nothing but a t-shirt. jeans and black shoes walking down the sidewalk. She keeps stopping at telephone poles looking them up and down as if checking for any imperfections. As soon as the girl gets to the corner where she would leave my range of vision she starts climbing the last pole after checking it out extensively. I don't know what to think at first honestly; this seemingly normal kid, maybe around my age, started scooting her way up a telephone pole. By the time she gets to the top, I just want to know what she plans to do. Could she be trying to kill herself? Is she doing some out of the way tagging? No, she makes her way to the top and balances on the end of the pole curtsying while still looking straight forward. I don't even remember when I started crying but I felt the cold liquid slide down my face watching her gracefully wonder her way onto the wires. This girl was able to slide her way to the middle of the wire without getting her entire system reset by however many volts were running through it. As I stared, awestruck by this graceful girl she began to dance, not just dance, but perform a slow graceful pirouette. Then she began to alternate which foot was touching the wire all the while spinning slowly around and around. I sat and watched her for what felt like hours and I began to think. What if she is crazy? But an entirely new thought had entered my head, even if she is crazy her slow methodical movements make it clear she knows exactly the insanity of her actions. This girl dancing on live wires is certifiably insane but at least she knows it. Could I be just as crazy yet not as enlightened to my situation? I recede into my mind for a moment and think about my own life. I come up here every night and follow the same routine of crying and burning through my lungs. Would I look crazy to a passive observer? I don't know this girl and still, I feel a connection in a strange way, I focus back in on her just as she lowers herself and tucks her head between her knees. All I can do is stare in bewilderment as she expertly propels herself into the air spinning so many times I lost count. She lands on foot in front of the other and bows to an empty street even blowing a kiss for added effect. I finish my cigarette and pull another from the box as I watch her slow descent down from the telephone pole, this time she seemed more jerky in her movements and even timid. Had she seen me watching her? If she had then she didn't show it at all, as she reached the ground I could see her begin shifting on her feet and uncertainly walk around the corner and disappear.
By Jesse James7 years ago in Humans
