Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Families.

Someday, Maybe
The wind was skirting about the edges of the village. Flirting with the wild. Calling the moon down. It was a quiet place, on the boundaries of nowhere, but soon the walls of this simple nothing would be home to a great magic.
By Whim Grace5 years ago in Families
Good Fortune
I saw the little black notebook while walking back from the bodega down the street. I should’ve asked for a bag; as it was, I was already juggling a half-gallon of milk, laundry detergent, and a bag of kitty litter. At least I’d been able to jam the lotto scratchers in my back pocket with my change. The notebook was sitting on top of some garbage cans, but I could tell the leather was oddly pristine. Even so, not having a free hand, I kept walking: around the corner, up the block, and into my apartment building.
By Nick Sifuentes5 years ago in Families
The Black Notebook
Wearily he looked up at the clock. It was barely mid afternoon and the day seemed to stretch endlessly before him. He wished Miriam were home. Unfortunately she was travelling; visiting her parents out of state.
By J R5 years ago in Families
And Then We Had You
The pages of this little, black notebook had yellowed in color, a couple of rips and a worn binding. But as the cover opened to the first page, the memories written in that familiar handwriting remained...
By Ashley Amber5 years ago in Families
Nan
The plane landed, and as I exited into the fresh air, the familiar salty breeze brushed my skin. Years passed by me, and my heart pounded inside my chest. My breath caught in my lungs and winded me, nearly taking me face-first down to the tarmac.
By Stephanie Watson5 years ago in Families
Under The Rock
Rusty Carlson, nicknamed for his earthy red hair, died in the heat of last summer. Died alone in the workshop where he toiled. My grandmother would say he tinkered, meaning he accomplished little. She thought he was just trying to avoid people when he hung out at the lease.
By Donna Burtch5 years ago in Families
Feeling of Loss
“Hi Jen, how are you? I’ve been toying with the idea of doing a DNA kit, you know I was kinda of interested in knowing a bit more about my biological Dad and his family, at least for health history you know?”
By Melanie Perry5 years ago in Families
The Music Room
He was my superman and the first man that I ever loved. He showed me how to be loved and what love was. He was kind yet stern. He was the calm after the storms of life. He was always there and available to listen and counsel. The man of many talents with great intelligence that he not only shared with me but with countless others. He was wise yet grounded. He was love, light and a life well lived. He was special in his approach to people which made him a great professor. He had a way with his words that made you think things through. He was patient but would be sure to let it be known when he was at his limit. He was my daddy and I miss him.
By Randa Sheree5 years ago in Families
Treasures To Find
I Will Be Here For A Long Time My sweet mom, stronger than anybody I had ever known. Watching her the last days leading up to her passing, showed me more courage and strength than I had ever known my whole life.
By Cathy Deslippe5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
It was a Saturday afternoon as Susan sat in the living room drinking her morning coffee, as usual. “Life sucks,” she thought, as she attempted to drain the piercing sounds of her two year old Michael crying for “who knows what,” and her older three sons, Brad, Logyn, and Casey, chasing each other through their small, 1,100 square foot home. Her husband, Bill, went to kiss her before he left for work, but Susan, annoyed with him and life, turned her head so that he was only able to kiss her cheek. “I love you,” Bill said, but Susan just looked at him in disgust: “If only I had a different life,” she thought.
By Tiffanii Willis5 years ago in Families
The Treasure Hunt
Kylie and Karla walked up the creaky front steps to the giant house. They didn’t really know their Uncle Hector. They had only met him a couple of times over the years, but as his only living relatives, the house was theirs.
By Cathy Impavido5 years ago in Families
A Little Lesson in Love and Kindness
72-year-old George Wright, was the kind of soul I'm sure we all aspire to become. He was kind, and thoughtful. Loving and devoted. He gave his all in everything, and he never gave up.
By Abigail Wheale5 years ago in Families