Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Families.
The Little Black Book
I was running one day. And as I was running. I noticed a little black notebook on the ground. As I looked down the little black notebook began to open up on its own turning page by page. As I got closer to reached down to grab the notebook, In midair the small black notebook flew away. I ran fast to catch up with the mystery notebook. And the book fell to the ground again. I stood over the little black notebook and the pages of the notebook began to turn again. 20 pages in all One by One the pages turned.
By Veronica Bellamy5 years ago in Families
Just One Wish
Jesse hated his life… He decided this as he laid in his bed, staring at the dark ceiling above him. He could hear his parents arguing downstairs. He didn’t even know why his dad was still here. He’d dropped Jesse off over an hour ago, but came inside to talk to his mom. They were arguing about money. They always argued about money. Jesse’s dad no longer lived hhere.
By Destinee Davis5 years ago in Families
Pink Hydrangea
There was no reason for the black notebook to be in the Free Little Library. It was very obviously not a book—completely blank and rather unassuming, only the size of Jill’s palm. She grabbed it anyway, along with a dog-eared copy of Les Misérables, and put both of them in her grocery bag on top of the bananas.
By K.A. Peters5 years ago in Families
A House Made of Stars
It was ten years since Estelle came back to her grandfather’s house, her house. She was now older, much more accomplished and on her way to becoming a world renowned astronomer. But every time she thought about going back to that house, she couldn’t help but turn back into the little girl she was inside, allowing herself to feel vulnerable and lonely.
By Karolina Chojnowska 5 years ago in Families
The Magical Black Book
My grandmother, like me, was seen as an odd ball to the rest of my family, her aura whimsical and distinct, a hopeful artist living in a colourless world. She hypnotized anyone in her presence, her skin like silk, her afro resembling that of a lion's mane. She was a magical woman simply vibrating on a higher level.
By Linda renee5 years ago in Families
The Park Bench
I was 10 years old when I met the man who would change my life forever. It was a beautiful summer afternoon in the year 1976, Mom and I had just moved to a new town and I was excited to play at the neighborhood park for the first time. The playground equipment was rusted and dull, much like the rest of the community, but I was still determined to make the best out of it. While running to the swing set, I was startled by a figure of middle-aged man sitting on the park bench. I stopped to say hello and the man looked up slowly with a sad smile and nodded his head. I made my way to the swings but found myself curious about this man. He seemed to be in his own world, focusing solely on writing in the little black book in front of him. About an hour had passed when mom told me that it was time to leave. I looked in the direction of the man but I was too intimated to say goodbye.
By Brianna Neier5 years ago in Families
