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Words I Never Said
Daisy's Diary: Entry One So today, for Christmas, my parents decided to get me a diary. Real girly-like - pink, fuzzy, a lock and key. They think I need to find a better way to "express my feelings". Those motherfuckers mfs really put it in the Christmas card. No "Merry Christmas and thank you for doing your chores all year and getting home by curfew all year and having an amazing first semester at the university we never let you forget we are paying for". So with a smile and the fakest "aww thanks" I could muster up, I thought there was no better way to kick off my newfound expression than to dedicate this first entry to you guys.
By Daisy Lane5 years ago in Families
A Father's Gift
Rain poured down on the roof of the car as she sat behind the wheel, head in her hands as tears flowed down her cheeks. She grabbed her wallet to find she had only $10 left to her name and her last job interview had not gone so well. Sara Parsons was broke. Having just graduated from a top school, she had spent all her time and effort into getting good grades. Now she was left with a pile of student loans and no job prospects. Grabbing a tissue, she wiped her tears as she heard her phone ring.
By Jessica Wetter5 years ago in Families
The Wayfaring Stranger
Joe moved in in the first week of August, less than two weeks after Anna’s father had quietly gathered his things in the early hours of the morning, and left. Her mother didn’t cry over him (at least not that Anna saw), and after a couple of days she borrowed markers from the neighbor, and she and Anna sat at the kitchen table drawing up flyers advertising room and board, for the little box room that overlooked the untidy communal yard.
By Beki Kennard5 years ago in Families
Dear Jonathan
Dear Jonathan I know there is no way to forgive me after what I have done to you and many many others but I hope to explain myself to you soon. As I currently stand I just want to inform you of where I am and why I am here and why I may never return. With how much Miss Godwill hates me, I doubt it will be long before I am gone. And no one gonna believe that a 88 year old is capable of murder. But trust me there is evil in those eyes and 0 smile lines. I don't think she knows how to smile.
By Charlie-Grace Underwood5 years ago in Families
After Noon
It’s just after noon. Summer is starting to thin into September, the trees are noisier, their dry leaves are scratching at the air, impatient. You leave in ten minutes, the world waiting to turn beneath your feet. It feels strange to think of you gone, to listen to an empty house, to hear the vacant air groan, to feel stillness. You’re leaving. Things are at an end. Life will need adjusting, I might move my bed to the window, or turn the living room around, plant a garden, something to trick myself out of missing you.
By Thomas Oliver5 years ago in Families
Black Alchemy
(Newsroom theme music playing) Male voice: And that about wraps it up for today, I’m Tom Mellencamp! Female voice: I’m Carolina Witherspoon, and this is Tiger Eagle News 117! Thank you for joining us, we look forward to being with you again tomorrow morning!
By Aaron Jones5 years ago in Families





