literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
The Best Of A Forbidden Love
Chapter 1 My name is Melody. I was born in a castle that has long been forgotten as well as the era of time, and such a beautiful time it was. My mother had passed at such a young age after I was born that I remember her not. I do, however, remember one particular time of when I was just eight years old. A green pasture so big and so wide that I could see an endless stretch of land. The bluest of skies that day, was beyond as beautiful as I had ever seen it. And in the far distance of the castle grounds, I could see a long stretch of a blooming forest of Cherry Blossom Trees surrounding the largest pond of water that I was all too familiar with.
By AzteckPrincess265 years ago in Humans
No Surprises
Annie - 2002 Common Scents Creative was booming. Annie had more than 125 freelancers and contract designers, writers, web and content consultants working on 30 projects, including the Kelvingrove Museum, the West End Festival, and the Glasgow Rangers. The quant office on Hanover, a block from GOMA and George Square, was becoming cramped, but “that was part of the charm,” explained Annie, “give clients and freelancers a bit of chaos to add to credibility.” While Tesco and Marks were way out of her league, CSC turned about £4 Million in business, which allowed for a too extravagant and indulgent lifestyle. Partying at West End clubs, attending late night (early morning) theatre in the tunnels under Central Station, and using ‘recreational’ drugs on the Green with some dangerous characters was a typical week. “Go hard and sleep on Sunday or when I’m dead,” was her mantra.
By Bob McInnis5 years ago in Humans
Tara's Book
It was probably the dumbest thing ever, not that anyone would agree with Tara. That probably didn’t matter, either. Because Tara knew the truth. She sat perfectly low, perfectly still in the back of the classroom. In a corner behind a few boxes so that she’d not be noticed, but by a window so that she could notice everything.
By Nicole Stin5 years ago in Humans
Earl Grey
When I was a young girl, winter was my absolute favorite. I would look out the window and watch the little flakes of snow falling gently and gracefully from the cloudy gray sky. As soon as I’d walk outside, the crisp air would hit my skin and fill my lungs with a sharpness that is distinct to winter. White, fluffy, and cold, my mittened hands would pick the snow up and mold it into many different shapes and creatures. I would make snowballs to throw at my neighbors as they passed by and my parents when they would come out to check on me. I’d sculpt a throne and pretend like I was the princess of the universe. I’d make snowmen and horses and build a whole world where I was the ruler and everything was as I wanted it to be.
By Haily King5 years ago in Humans
Lauren DeBeaux
August 1st 1990 On this day in 1970 my husband was arrested and sent to prison for twenty five years for his part in running a drug and prostitution ring in Chesterton, North Carolina. One year later he was killed in prison and from his death I inherited a five hundred thousand dollar life insurance policy and I also inherited two acres of land and the home we shared together in Chesterton. The locals in Chesterton gossip that I had something to do with my husband being arrested and for once they are right. My husband who’s name was Jason was the town’s golden boy. He came from a wealthy family and was the star basketball player of his high school basketball team. He was tall and handsome and had a smile that could light up anyroom. Jason worked at his parents grocery store after school where he was often seen sneaking free food away to the customers who didn't have enough money to pay their bill. The town looked at Jason as the young man with the heart of gold and they hated me for taking him away from them. When Jason graduated from high school his mother fell ill with cancer, so instead of going to college as he had planned Jason stayed in Chesterton and took a job at the local steel mill to stay close to his mother. I first met Jason working at a local bar in town as a barmaid. Jason would come in every Friday with his co-workers after work for a drink. Right away I could see that Jason was not like his other co workers, while the majority of his friends would get pissy drunk and gamble all their wages away for the week in card games, Jason would just sit back in his chair and sip his drink while listening to the live band play music. I also noticed that Jason was not a big drinker, he never ordered more than one or two drinks while his co workers would order drinks until they couldn't stand up straight. On several occasions a few of Jason’s co workers would get into drunken fights at the bar and being the good friend that Jason was he would always break it up and make sure that no one was hurt and that everyone got home safe. Even more interesting was the fact that Jason never talked to me or flirted with me. Every man that entered that bar at some point tried to hit on me but Jason never did, he actually never even looked my way unless he was ordering a drink. I started to think in the back of my mind that he may have been gay until one day he proved me compltley wrong and pushed that thought right out of my brain. One friday night I was working at the bar when Jason and his co workers entered the bar for their regular friday night routine, that's when one of the men approached me and ordered a shot of whisky, apparently I did not pour the shot fast enough because the next thing I knew the man jumped behind the bar and put his hands around my neck yelling and screaming that I was taking to long to prepare his drink. Scared and gasping for air I attempted to grab the baseball bat from behind the bar to hit the man with so he would stop choking me and before I could Jason jumped up from his bar stool grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him to the middle of the bar room floor where he consistently punched the man in the face until some of his other co workers pulled him off the asshole. I stood up gasping for air and completely shocked at what just happened, Jason walked over to me and led me to sit down at a table across the room.
By Stephanie Hudson5 years ago in Humans
The Bluebird
Other men in history have fathered children in four decades, but all my children are with the same woman. Isabel’s favourite word is still Daddy and we’ve raised our share of eyebrows in town. Even better are the reactions when the silver-haired goddess -- my wife -- approaches us to shouts of “Mommy! Mommy, over here!”
By Kate Baggott5 years ago in Humans
Jack & Tammy: Night
Tammy is sleeping on her side. It has been a long day and she took a long warm shower when she got home. Probably headed to bed an hour or two longer than she needed to. Sarah had beat her to the punch and was already in the bedroom sleeping in her basket, eyes parting open briefly to acknowledge Tammy as she stripped on her way to the bathroom.
By Hanna Hell5 years ago in Humans
The Heart's Connection
Belinda Llamas hasn’t celebrated Christmas in seven years. Christmas stole her husband Noel, twins Blyss and Nigel away from her. So, she blocks the door to Christmas and its attachments in her heart. As an Advertising Executive, she would refuse all Ads related to Christmas. She would watch no TV, nor listen to and look at anything that promotes or advertises Christmas. At the start of December, she would ask to work from home. Then on December 24, she would leave New York and go to her cabin in the Rockies. A place where Christmas and its pain won’t be able to reach her. She sends no Christmas cards and accepts none.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Humans
