Literary Novels & Stories

They drove in comfortable silence with occasional bursts of chatter and after an hour or so, they had finally arrived at their destination. Steve kept shifting his glance, tapping his foot looking every bit as nervous as he felt and Liza couldn't help but find it cute. Their destination was in a secluded part, a little way from the highway but still full of life. People called it 'Literature Lane', which could only be described as a festival of literature. There were huge banners of books and below those banners, people were enacting scenes from books or were reciting them, she also a book discussion group somewhere. The books were from almost all the genres, from classics to contemporary, p

"Allegory is a literary device in which characters, places or events are used to deliver a broader message about real word occurrences and issues." "Good. Any other answer?" Miss Fola asked again, moving in between the rows and only the sound of her shoes could be heard in the almost eerily quiet class. "A story about stories." "A story about the hidden message." "A literary device used to sugarcoat things......" The whole class turned to look at me and even Miss Fola stopped right in front of me. It was only then that I realized that I was the one that talked. God! That was meant for my mind alone.

They quickly pulled apart, both looking embarrassed. I pressed on, "So, what's this? Why are you two being so close, but Joe and I can't hang out without it being a problem? "Who are these 'others' you're talking about? Who's going to gossip?" Jessica struggled to respond. She put on her pitiful act. "I'm just not used to things here, and I instinctively rely on Nathan. Please don't misunderstand, Nana." Joseph snorted dismissively and showed her no courtesy. "Misunderstand what? What's there to misunderstand between you two? You're both just scheming together!"

He learnt that she had many secrets that were never clear enough in any of the letters for him to figure out what it was she was hiding. He felt bad and wanted to know what was going on with her so he could help but he didn't know what he could possibly do without letting her know he knew something was up. If he did that, he would have to explain how he reads her letters without her knowing. He had started smoking more often because he couldn't figure out how to numb the choking feeling he felt every time he read her writing. Sometimes the letters were poems. The other day, one simply read: It's so much easier

"So did you go swapping favorite passages from Naughty Nora's latest rampant CP anthologies while dry humping in public across the 'Literature and Theory' aisle?" I felt heat bloom in my cheeks despite myself at his ridiculous extrapolations. "I was just explaining... and it's not her it's her secretary. Some complex themes you'd miss with your typically crude mindset, asshole. Believe it or not, literary fiction can encompass polemical threads beyond mindless objectification." Jake waved a dismissive hand through the air, lips still twitching over my defensive retort about artistic integrity. "Sure, sure. I get it - you were psychoanalyzing the liberating ill