Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Families.
The Promise
Ella yawned, stretched and slowly prised open her eyes, gradually taking in the strange surroundings. Her mouth and tongue were as sticky as flypaper, her throat parched and raw with a lingering chemical aftertaste. She reached out blindly, grasped a tepid bottle of water and gulped it down in a vain attempt to quench her raging thirst.
By Joanne Wilson5 years ago in Families
Letters to Kobe
Dear Kobe, Though you are apart from us, you continue to be amazing. You are glorious. You are righteous. For a huge part of my life, you have served the purpose of instilling faith in me. The faith I needed to help me believe in my own abilities— to rise against the norms and fight with a greater purpose. A purpose to succeed in a life that society has not made valuable for you and I.
By teva jenkins5 years ago in Families
A YOUNG MAN AND A FORD BECOMES KING OF THE ROAD
Jerry Earnest Leroy Overman was his given name, but people who knew Jerry called him Jell-O because of his initials, and he liked that name better. But that's not important here is what you need to know about him.
By Steve A Richardson5 years ago in Families
A Hidden Life
I had an estranged relationship with my great aunt. Even after I was born she never saw me or my family. When I first learned as a little kid that she existed I wondered why she never came around for Christmas or other holidays. I'd ask my mom why we never saw great-aunt Evelyn. When I was little she’d give answers like she wasn’t feeling well or she was always busy without ever explaining anything about her or what was going on in her life. Later on I learned she hadn’t spoken to the family since her husband died when my mom was a teenager. That’s how it was all my life. My parents never saw her. My grandma only spoke with her occasionally over the phone, but never in person anymore. I think her funeral was the first time I had actually seen her face. So I was very confused to learn that I had received an inheritance of $20,000 from her after she died that was to be given to me after I turned eighteen.
By Jacob Wilson5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
I held the old, tattered, small black book in my hands as I caressed its shiny oiled leather cover. It had been amongst my late mother’s things, hidden away in the corner of the dusty attic in some long-forgotten boxes. Apparently, it had been with my Grandad’s things when he had been reported as killed at the beginning of WW2 and was returned as part of his personal effects to my grandmother, and my mother had then inherited it after she had died. Now that my mother had died, I had now inherited her things.
By Cathy Howe5 years ago in Families
A Trip To Florida
Silence... complete and utter silence filled our bedroom. I looked over at my husband. Watched as he stared blankly outside of our window. I sighed. Unsure of what to say or do. Honestly, the only thing that I could manage to muster up was a gentle apology. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t the best when it came to condolences. Most people would probably embrace their spouse, you know try to console them. Not my socially awkward ass. It took me a second to even realize I was giving him that weird church pat on his back. You know the one where people usually say “There there everything is going to be alright.” He smiled, he appreciated my effort despite my uncomfortableness. Chauncey wasn’t one to show much emotion anyway. I had to admit that this situation was a hard pill to swallow. Beyond pouring salt on a wound. I would even call it a living nightmare to be exact. It was only 45 minutes ago that his mother called him hysterically crying. From what I could over hear, his uncle had passed, and willed him his beach house in Florida. We only had a day to get packed, and load up the car.
By Mia 'Oldskool' White5 years ago in Families
The Gift
A childhood home should be a happy place. But as Margaret walked into hers, she could hear the silence haunting the walls and feel the air tense at her arrival. She would have preferred not to come back here, but it had been her mother’s last request — in her last days she had ranted endlessly about what a good man her father had been, and that he had taken care of them — which Margaret had taken to mean there was money in the house.
By Jenny Morris5 years ago in Families
