literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
Il Vigneto
Viola hadn’t slept well the night before, she had spent most of the night working through the Mt. Everest of work for the new recruits. She had been working so hard that she didn’t even make it home. She lifted her head for the desk, eyes still closed and a wet patch on her cheek. She felt as though there was a massive weight on her head which prevented her from raising her head too high. She glanced at the clock perched on the wall to see it was reading five in the morning. “Oh damnit,” she sighed “I suppose I better hurry home and get washed up before the next shift begins.”
By Emma Fraser8 years ago in Humans
A Story of a Girl Who Defeats Her Monsters
Once upon a time, there lived a princess who knew the stories of monsters. She read tales of them that haunted fair ladies such as she. She looked into them as to discover why she felt she was being watched. She wondered if it was the monsters who put chills down her spine. The Princess thought of a clear solution to getting rid of the monsters who plagued her. If she found a Prince Charming, her monsters would be scared and run away!
By Bella Alcove8 years ago in Humans
Old Flame, New Fire
Valentine’s Day is known to be a day dedicated to love, friendship, romance, and desire. When we are in a relationship, all can be well with the world. However, when we are single, or not happy with our current status, the day may be filled with discontent and unhappiness. No one likes to be alone, but sometimes that is the best place to be. Those are the times when we can focus on ourselves. We can learn who we really are and concentrate on becoming who we want to be. Life changes for the better: On those days that we only have ourselves to depend upon, we become stronger. On those days when no one else is around to make us smile , we only have our own thoughts to make us happy. True happiness comes from learning to love yourself and not being afraid to make changes if needed.
By April Hale8 years ago in Humans
Stalked
Have you ever loved someone so completely? So much that every ounce of your being belonged to that person? To love so hard is to trust hard. To be in a relationship where you completely love and completely trust one another is hard to find these days. And I was one of the lucky few to find a relationship like that.
By Kaycee Heetai8 years ago in Humans
Endowed
I’m the girl that goes unnoticed, day after day. The one you silently pass in the hallway every day, her head always down, clothes faded together like the scenery on a foggy morning. The girl no one ever bothers to wave or say hi to, and never hangs out with a group of friends in the hall. I’m the same girl that sits at Jerry’s Diner every night reading a book or writing in a notebook, always alone at the table, sipping on a tea or soda. Although no one notices me, I silently sit and watch others around me. I notice their emotions, and their body language. Sometimes, I can see their emotions, and see their thoughts. Maybe I’m just crazy, but that’s just another thing you wouldn’t notice.
By Bella Hoeksema8 years ago in Humans
Something Better Than Nothing
To fall in love is a dangerous thing. A numbness consumed her as she stood in the dark doorframe of his old room, her black heels dangling from half-curled fingers. The taint of adolescence was frozen in the scarlet of his walls that she brushed her fingers against, the rich darkness of his carpet her toes curled into, the black and grey plaid of his comforter. She stood for a moment just staring at the bed that had once been his. His home, his room, his past. Everything he had spoken so much about.
By Mariah Mosher8 years ago in Humans
Il Vigneto
She ran her fingers through his hair, separating the deep mahogany corn rows. Her fingers gently gripped the ends and her hands found a place on the sides of his head. Excitement gripped her body and she bit her lip slightly. Viola had never expected anything to escalate so quickly. But he was like heroin to her, although she had done her best to suppress the animal within her. She just kept coming back for more.
By Emma Fraser8 years ago in Humans
Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Chapter 4 - By the Cover)
Even rides on the bus took on new meaning, Nathan and I sitting side by side, my head resting comfortably on his shoulder. The Christmas holiday went by much too fast, with Nathan and I spending nearly every waking moment together. I practically live over at his house.
By Georgia Pressley8 years ago in Humans
The Makeup (Chapter 3 - By the Cover)
Rose For the rest of the day, I avoided Nathan, darting from lesson to lesson. After the first incident, Nathan didn't show up outside of anymore of my classrooms, but just in case, I decided against riding the bus. Mum, as expected, was late, having been staying to discuss the terms of the promotion in more depth with Keith. I didn't mind really.
By Georgia Pressley8 years ago in Humans
The Kiss (Chapter 2 - By the Cover)
Nathan I blinked, opening my eyes to the bright sunlight streaming through the bay window into the lounge. I sat up on the sofa, finding Rose lying next to me, still asleep despite the bright morning light. I never noticed how beautiful she was. Sleeping next to me, she looked so peaceful, her dark hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. It must have escaped during the night. I spied the green elastic she always kept it in lying on the ground, unconsciously discarded. I liked it better that way, a few wisps playing wildly over her milky, pale skin.
By Georgia Pressley8 years ago in Humans
Prologue of By the Cover
It was my first day at primary school. The fact that it was pouring was clearly a sign that I shouldn't go, but my mother, however, did not agree. She practically dragged me down the road, her umbrella held high above her as she held mine with her other hand. Through the hailing rain and wind, she clung to my wrist tightly.
By Georgia Pressley8 years ago in Humans
The Promotion (by the Cover Chapter 1)
Rose Outside the window, snowflakes seemed to stream down, flouncing through the air in every which way all at once, like little bits of white tissue paper. As beautiful as the fat crystals were, I felt the day's chill seep through the window panes. Getting up from the window seat, I was unsure what to do with myself on this rare day off from school. The sudden, muffled shrill of my mum's phone sounded from its place on her nightstand, bringing me out of my thoughts.
By Georgia Pressley8 years ago in Humans
