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OLD GRAY HAIR
a story by Nichelle S. Montgomery I hate funerals. My Uncle Rickey was the best though. So, I had to come. He was a jolly, burly, black man, whose laugh always sounded like he was trying to get something out. It was infectious. I remember when I was a little girl. I use to climb up on his shoulder and pull out his gray hairs. For each gray hair I pulled, he gave me a quarter. So, I just pulled enough so I could buy some ice cream for me and my cousins, Annie and Willie. He use to laugh and say, “Little bits” I’m gonna be bald by the time you’re done. Even though my name is Letrice, he never called me that. Most people called me Leti, but not him. I was his “Little bits”. While I was busy pulling gray hairs, he would read me his stories he kept in his little Black Book. The stories were short, but funny. Uncle Rickey loved reading them to me. We would laugh and I could tell that time we spent together every weekend really made his day. I loved it too. It was like that for years, until all his hair went gray.
By Nichelle S. Montgomery5 years ago in Families
Charlotte
12/03/2020 How does one start a journal? I'm not going to say ‘dear diary’, I can tell you that. Maybe a simple hello? This is my first time writing things down so bear with me. I was told putting pen to paper may help the healing process by my counsellor, but I'm not so sure. It's been almost a year since Charlotte died and nothing seems to help, so here we are. I suppose I should say exactly what happened as a form of catharsis for myself. She was hit by a drunk driver walking home from work, only a few streets away. I swear I heard the collison; the screech of tires and sirens. When she didn’t walk through the door at her normal hour, a knot formed in my throat. A police officer turned up at my door-step, not long after. I don’t remember much after that. I think I cried into his chest. Even now writing this down I feel empty. I miss her more than anything, she was my first girlfriend straight out of highschool. We’ve been together- or rather we were together sorry, for 14 years. Those were the happiest 14 years of my life, we were perfect for each other in every way.
By Miles Prower5 years ago in Families
Mr. Chance's Little black book
"Hello Honey, I just wanted to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day and tell Stacey Happy Birthday. I am so sorry that I was not able to get an earlier flight home. My business meeting lasted longer than scheduled. I am headed to the airport now, hopefully I will be there by the time you finish getting manicures and pedicures. I hope you have a wonderful day together love you both dearly."
By Greer Collins5 years ago in Families
The Ripped Notebook
It’s your average Monday morning in the Johnson household with her best friend. They get on with their day as usual by eating breakfast and cleaning up. Then, they drive off to work at 8 am and nothing unusual usually happens in the quiet country town of Deer Hills until tonight. Mary and Chloe get home from work around 3 in the afternoon. As soon as they get home from work, they sit down on the couch and watch tv together. The show they’re watching is called, “Murder Mysteries,” which is not as creepy as it sounds. They’re invested in the show, and then Chloe says: “Oooh, that’s creepy. Let’s watch more,” with excitement in her eyes. “In a minute. I have to go down to the basement for something.” Mary says. “Do you want me to come with?” Chloe asks. “No, I’ll be okay, but thanks anyway.” Mary replies calmly. “Good, ‘cause your basement creeps me out anyways,” Chloe retorts. “Oh, come on, you know it’s not that scary,” Mary says while rolling her eyes. Then, Mary walks down to her basement around 6 pm to grab some extra food out of the fridge that’s down there, but as soon as she turned on the light, she screams because she finds something that was never there before. As soon as Chloe heard her scream, she sprints down to the basement and asks frantically, “What’s wrong?!” Mary shouts, “Look!” while pointing at the ripped little black notebook. As soon as Chloe sees the notebook, she freezes in fear. Mary looks at her while waving her hand in front of her face asking, “Chloe are you okay?” Chloe snaps out of her trance and answers, “Ya, I’m f-f-fine,” as she stutters her words a bit. “How about you go on upstairs and I’ll figure this out, okay?” Mary tells her. “Wait, what?! Are you crazy?!” Chloe shouts. “Crazy about what?” Mary asks confused. “You’re really going to investigate that ripped notebook without even knowing who it’s from nor where it came from?” Chloe asks. “Ya, why?” Mary answers. “You crazy,” Chloe tells her and then sprints back upstairs.
By Courtney Lee5 years ago in Families
Evolution of a Table
It was their first piece of proper furniture, grown-up furniture Lydia called it, after they’d got married. They were both graduate students, living off tiny grants and part-time jobs, and the table took the pride of place in their miniscule sitting room in the flat they’d found over a chip shop. It smelled of greasy haddock and the windowpanes rattled every time a car went past, but it was their home, and the table was the start of making it so.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Families
How and Why I Kept My Pregnancy a Secret - Adesua Etomi
How did she do it? Adesua Etomi and Banky W are the latest talk and rave of the town. The celebrity couple made a big splash across the headlines when on the 22nd of February, on Adesua’s birthday, the couple announced that they had welcomed a bouncing baby boy.
By Jide Okonjo5 years ago in Families
The Artist
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Ella sat back on her haunches and wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Despite the earliness of the afternoon, the little attic apartment that had once housed her mother was already sweltering. She laid the last book from the empty bookcase on top of its companions in the box in front of her and got up to open the window. How could her mother live like this? Ella sighed. How many times had she asked that question in her life?
By Jessica McCulla5 years ago in Families
