literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Unexpected Visits
A body numbing pain started in Mitchell’s toes as he laid still on a plainly made small bed in an equally plain, small room, trying to avoid opening his eyes to the violently bright light pouring in from an adjacent window. Quickly, Mitchell flipped his body so that his face was now lying directly into the pillow. As his head and stomach stopped spinning, Mitchell turned his face to the right in order to see and breathe. Although, it would be a lie to say he didn’t think of forcing his face back into the pillow until he could no longer breathe, but before those thoughts could flood Mitchell’s mind, he examined the room that he was now able to look at with only some sun spots in his vision.
By Roland Davila8 years ago in Humans
A Drop Among Other Things: Chapter 3
Mom came back into my room and put my phone on the table beside my bed. I was crying still and my pillow had a huge wet spot from me being curled up into a ball on my side. She sat in front of me on the bed and laid a hand on my leg, stroking it gently.
By Shelby Baker8 years ago in Humans
A Drop Among Other Things: Chapter 2
It took me a long time to fill out my application to the coffee shop. When I say a long time, I mean a week. After the door incident in front of "Mr. Handsome," I couldn’t even think about what it would be like working there. I imagined all of the spilt coffee, all of the times I would probably say something stupid to a customer, and the dirty looks I would get from cheerleaders.
By Shelby Baker8 years ago in Humans
Wish I May, Wish I Might
I was still dreading coming back to my old high school. My mother was there when I got the ten year reunion letter in the mail. She would not stop bugging me about it. It got to the point of me feeling guilty of not wanting to go. Me being the nice one, I gave into her, so here I am dressed in a tight black dress with baby blue details, higher heels on than I have ever worn in my life, and a baby blue mask that was so itchy all I wanted to do was go back home. The theme of the reunion was ‘Hiding from the Past.’ I’ll give them credit, it was pretty clever. When I walked inside my old high school gym all I saw were a whole bunch of people with different colors and masks on. Some I could tell who they were just by watching their movements. Others I knew didn’t even go to our school so they had to be spouses or something. I looked down at my bare fingers feeling even lonelier now that I came.
By Jasmine Wedde8 years ago in Humans
A Drop Among Other Things
In the summer, the grass is voluminous and the trees fill with green, the sky the prettiest shade of blue—everything alive and beautiful. But, in the winter, the grass is an ugly color of yellow, the trees bare, the sky grey; the world around me was still and quiet. Everything about the winter somehow seemed to be a good representation on how I felt.
By Shelby Baker8 years ago in Humans
His Father's Hands
Tommy couldn’t get out of the house quietly if his life depended on it. The guy has cement feet, even worse when he’s had a few. His sister called me a few days ago to ask me to watch him, he was sure to go on a typical Tommy whiskey as medicine trip. The scary thing was, he didn’t. He seemed worryingly sober. We ambushed him at the door when he came back from the toilet. “What are you doing?”
By Conor Miggan8 years ago in Humans
Josephine's Dead
They found her on the floor in the morning. She was lying there looking quite dead, and yet she was still breathing. It simply felt, looked, even smelled like there was no longer something inside her. I mean her body was intact and functioning, her face was in place, maybe a little swollen, maybe a little pale. But there was no substance inside the wrapper. Like the feelings melted and the soul slipped away.
By Clara Malaussène8 years ago in Humans
Interpersonal Dissonance
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” Jaime asked Monte while looking at the small blue house that was surrounded by weeds. The deformed plants were desperately trying to be flowers and she wondered who owned this house and if the weed jungle was a conscious decision.
By Roland Davila8 years ago in Humans
