literature

Whether written centuries ago or just last year, literary couples show that love is timeless.

The Art of Becoming (Part I)
Cowardice… indifference… self-deprecation. Ingrid was sat indoors at a café, bohemian in aesthetic more than atmosphere, drinking her overpriced iced chai latte as she tried to understand how she came...
maxie johnson2 days ago
Fooled Me Once
You know that time of day when the sunlight seeping in the curtains is no longer white, but a mellowed yellow? I wonder if that's the sun's way of saying it's had a full day. It's tired, but still it ...
A Rose for You
Another hard day at work and also another day for sadness to hit me. Because of that is why I'm right now walking in the rain. I walk to my job since my apartment is nearby. Whenever it rains it makes...
Ang creatz 3 days ago
I Love You, but I'm Not in Love
I saw her from afar and thought - WOW! she's beautiful! He said hello, and I said hey. the exchange of greetings become more common and less formal. At first I didn't think anything of it, I mean who ...
Motorcyles and Coffee (Chapter 1)
The first day of my first semester at Columbia State, and I was already beginning to regret my "new school year" resolution to finally, once and for all, kick my caffeine addiction. Allegedly, caffein...
Dylan Dames11 days ago
How to Live Hardly—Part Two
Two mornings later, I wake up to my mom calling me upstairs. I live in the basement of our house, which is nothing like people think. I’d tell someone I live in a basement, but they don’t know I mean ...
Dylan Dames11 days ago
How to Live Hardly
I stare at the fog on my front and passenger windows. I want so bad to roll them down and back up, but I know the fog would just collect again and I’d be more annoyed. Stupid condensation. Peering ahe...
Maddy Vinkle14 days ago
Fix You
I've lived in L.A. for six months. It's been a big change, considering I come from a small town in Connecticut. I phone my sister Claire up because we promised each other we'd go to the next Beauty an...
Jessica McGibbon15 days ago
The Last Drink
Jacob Moore sat in the corner of “The Lionheart Pub,” a dingy low-lighted place where people usually ended up when they were at their lowest. He sat there and thought about what had brought him to thi...
Kingdom for the Homeless: The Sequel—Part One
"Danni, I am a hundred percent serious. Lucas has pictures of her when she was little and he also has her birth certificate, well a copy of it at least," Kay sobbed. "Okay, okay. Relax. Take a deep br...
Sharlene Alba19 days ago
Petrichor: The Finale
DANIEL Spending three months in rehab without seeing my friends and family was one of the hardest thing I think I've ever done. At least I got something good out of it. The counselors all claimed addi...
Devin Eggins19 days ago
The Kids They Forgot
A dull lecture given by an even duller teacher filled the air and the ears of the bored students in the classroom. Some dozed off while others listened to music on their phones. Others were too busy c...
Sharlene Alba21 days ago
Petrichor: Chapter 14
MARLEY "You about done here? We have a dinner to go to," Michael's reminder weighed heavy on me, as I packed up my camera into my bag and turned off the lights in my office at the magazine. Sales had ...
Sharlene Alba22 days ago
Petrichor: Chapter 12
MARLEY Chili's Grill was the perfect place to relax after work and I thought it'd be a good idea for Michael and Danny to join Jesse and I for dinner. It took me about thirty minutes of nagging to con...
Sharlene Alba22 days ago
Petrichor: Chapter 13
SERENA Walls, floors, roofs and windows. Put all of it in a blender and you got yourself a home. For some people, home wasn't a place, it was a person. An embrace or a touch that made you feel safe an...
Kate O'Callaghan23 days ago
Shh! (Extended Story)
"Percy?" Madeline squawked, her voice echoing through the apartment. "Yes, dear?" Percy answered back. "I can't find my shoes!" "I expect that they have stayed in the place where you put them down." "...
Sierra Lynn23 days ago
London Bridge, 1927
London, England. 1927. She stood staring forward at the bridge that stand in front of her. The lights on each of the posts made the freshly rained pavement glisten. This sight was breathtaking, one sh...
Sharlene Alba24 days ago
Petrichor: Chapter 11
MICHAEL Who knew we'd be attending a funeral once we got back from our honeymoon. Pablo Martin had been cutting our hair since we were kids and although I hadn't been to his shop in years, it was stil...