literature
Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.
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
Epiphany
The belle of the ball returns home to the same sheets from the same Target down the street as you. She brushes the night frizz from her hair and clips it to the back of her head, just like you. Does she wonder what she did in the recent past to bring on her bad karma at the moment? Or why the best clothes shrink in the dryer the same day you get to wear them out? Who knows? Not I, said the gay.
By Roland Davila8 years ago in Humans
That One Night
That One Night Hannah sat up in her bed drenched in a pool of sweat. The dream came again. She tried blocking it out, but those eyes stared back at her all throughout the night. For the past week she had dreamt of a twenty-year old boy with the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. There was no doubt the dream meant something.
By Bridget Josephine8 years ago in Humans
Winter’s Eve
The harsh wind whipped around them, the ice stinging their face. They trekked through the knee-deep snow, struggling with each step desperately trying to keep their balance. Alyssa and Michael had been gone for years. They had left to leave the hectic and crazy world behind to explore the world on their own. Before they had left, James and Alyssa had attended college together. They had lived in Scotland and met each other shortly before they had decided to run away. The two quickly became friends and had a deep emotional connection. They both agreed that all the problems in the world could be ended by simply talking, and that violence was useless and never truly ended conflict.
By Jake Fritts8 years ago in Humans
Lunch Date
They haven't seen each other in two years. The creeping wry smiles on their faces aren’t to do with the anecdotes he is telling, or her face when she drops her spoon on the floor. They sneak looks at each other over menus, remarking silently how each crevice of a face they once knew so well has changed incalculably. They discuss the mundanity of their graduate jobs over teppanyaki bowls, and each order a beer to smooth over the cracks of new unfamiliarity. The cumulative time these two once spent together is either a best friendship or a relationship, and yet it has never been either. She never crawled into bed with him as a girlfriend would; she had never not worn makeup around him.
By Phoenix Blackley8 years ago in Humans
Impact
What do you do when you’re about to die? Tom Craven asked himself the same question every time he got in a car, flew in a plane, or said goodbye to his girlfriend. He was a precocious man, and was usually never fully satisfied with anything; what if it were a little better, a little bigger, timed a bit bigger, worded slightly more coherent? Yet on the day of his flight home from a weekend trip to Colorado with his closest friends, none of those thoughts occurred to him. He didn’t concern his attention span with the length of the flight, the quality of the food and drinks, the timeliness and etiquette of his fellow sky-bus goers. He simply looked over the aisle at a girl he’d known for three years and couldn’t believe that he’d never told her that he loved her, or known the taste of her lips. He thought this as the Boeing 747, engines flaming, glided aimlessly towards the earth at least a hundred miles from the destination.
By Sean Johnson8 years ago in Humans
