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Most recently published stories in Families.
Memories, Buried
The computer chimed that the massive audio file had finally finished sending. It always made Alex Roth nervous, wondering if his latest jingle would arrive in time to the corporate producers. He swiveled in a gray office chair to look at his wall calendar. It hung beneath the shadow box of the burial flag from his father. Heather liked to make him a calendar every year, bringing her camera roll and set of duplicates into the local print shop. She had a talent for seeing people and capturing a moment.
By Horace Wheatley5 years ago in Families
Mothers Tears
Judith chambers was sitting at the kitchen table,her head in her hands,tears streaming down her face,her stomach in knots,A cup of tea going cold untouched. She had been through so many trials in her life, and came through them stronger, She was not a worrier normally,more of a person who faced things directly on,dealt with them, gave herself a shake and moved on. But this was too big for her,if it had been herself she could cope, but when it is your child, and no matter how old they were, two,ten,fifteen or thirty,they were still your child. They had tried everything possible except one thing. And that she could not afford. Mike her nineteen year old son, should be out, with his friends, dating Nice girls, going to clubs,or travelling like his friends to places like Australia,or Thailand. Instead of laying in his bed,to weak to even stand,and wasting away to a shadow. Her son had a rare cancer ,they were told everything had been done in this country, but there was a medical research centre in California, that had amazing results. The problem was they needed twenty thousand dollars ,where would she get twenty thousand dollars? She was a single mother, having raised her son By herself since he was five. Like any good mother she would do anything for her son,even die. She had nothing of any value to sell. They rented the house they lived in,so that was not an option. She worked as a housemaid in one of the hotels for minimum wage she sighed, shook her head and thought she had better get ready for work.Fifteen minutes later she went into her sons room.
By Kathleen Merry5 years ago in Families
Chateau Charals
The forest swayed gently in the wind as the clouds that floated above Melanie invited her to jump across them. The forest at the edge of the Charals Estate was the most enchanted place. To Melanie, the sparkling dew on the trees in the early morning looked like fairy jewels that added to the magic of the morning.
By Lesley Raymond5 years ago in Families
Good Day Turned Bad
This is a good day. I just know it. Things are going to start looking up as soon as I get that call. Hurrying down Madison Avenue to grab my lunchtime coffee, I feel my phone buzzing in my purse. A burst of excitement rushes through me. I’m about to be offered my dream job!
By Liana Brunettin5 years ago in Families
Hidden In The Music
“He’s gone, he’s just gone. You don’t need to come.” These are the words that Karen, my stepmother spoke to me minutes after my father died. I was driving frantically to the hospital in a vain attempt to see him before he passed but since I lived an hour away my efforts were too little, too late.
By Marie Taylor5 years ago in Families
F is for Family
Hello, it has been a while. I do not know whether it is appropriate to tell my story, so it isn't easy to begin. I have by no means been through significant trauma, just life. If any story should be shared is that of my Mum, that's what should provoke sincere sympathy.
By The Lioness5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book Of Family Secrets
I am 20 year old Jade Ivory Ford. I was born and raised in Missouri. I am currently attending the Missouri state University. After my parents were murdered during a robbery all I could think about was becoming a doctor so I could save lives. It really dawned on me that I wasn’t able to save my parents who laid on the floor in front of me bleeding out. But who am I kidding I was a 14 year old girl who was told by her parents to hide and not to come out until they said so. My moms last words were “Jade come out and call the police now!”
By Anastasia Humphery5 years ago in Families
Time Lost
Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock was the only sound in the room. Silence filled the space as our hearts clenched at the words the attorney had just spoken, “His will and testament is as follows…”. Each grandchild was to receive twenty thousand dollars for their education. Those that had already finished college were free to use the money as they wanted. I was one of the lucky few who would be able to spend their money freely. Grandpa was a strong force in our family. He was incredibly good with money and managed to pass along those values to us kids. He believed that if you worked hard enough for something you could accomplish anything, or die trying. I was the spokesperson for the “die trying” part of his philosophy. In college I majored in English and wanted to pursue a career in writing. I ended up with a bachelors in English and a job working for a retirement facility. I was never one to complain, my grandmother had gotten me the job because she has friends that live there. I am in charge of the group activities.
By Tiffanie Bird 5 years ago in Families
The Brown Bear
Going through her grandmother's belongings weighed heavily on her heart. Penny spotted George, a brown bear puppet, sitting in her grandmother's rocking chair. She cried. Holding it to her chest, for as long as she could remember, memories of her grandmother, or mom-mom as she called her, holding George up to the FaceTime screen and pretending the three of them were having a conversation. Penny decided she would keep George. He even smelled like her with a soft, vanilla scent.
By Monica Anderson5 years ago in Families
