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Story Time with Winter Madison
Hello readers! Join me on Story Time With Winter Madison as we read stories together. Story Time is a time to relax, snuggle with your favorite stuffed buddy or blanket, and listen to stories read by Winter Madison. Our last storytime featured a fun and colorful story called "Dragons Love Tacos". In the book, we follow a character that shows us what kinds of tacos dragons do like, and what parts of the taco they don't like. The book is a fun way for readers to use their imaginations!
By Winter Madison5 years ago in Families
The Canadian city nobody cares about
In grade 10 math, we learned the jarring fact that if a person spent 10 years walking and ended up in exactly the same spot he started, then scientifically speaking, no work had been done. No progress had been made according to the universe. I attended my tenth grade across the street from the hospital I was born in. Years later, I moved in down the street from it.
By Gracie J Chute5 years ago in Families
The Letter
I walked through the hallway of my dingy apartment building, the smell of weed thick in the air. I wrinkled my nose. I reached my door and shoved my key in the lock. I turned the handle, and like always, the door was stuck. I gave a good boot to the bottom right corner and stumbled into my apartment. I sighed and kicked off my boots. I walked to the fridge and grabbed myself a beer. I worked at the local donation place, and to say today had been a rough day had been an understatement.
By Hailey Smith5 years ago in Families
Symbols of the Past
I was in the town centre, shopping. For me, it was therapy and it worked. I was trying to cheer myself up, so I bought a pair of shoes and a new bag with my last twenty pounds. ‘Why not?’ I thought. I had just been turned down for a job. That’s why I was there. It wasn’t a well paid job, but I still needed it nevertheless. To cut a long story short, it went like this: If I got the job, I was going to uni. That’s all that mattered.
By Stella Kewley5 years ago in Families
Moving Forward
The beeping of medical equipment and buzzing of cold white fluorescent lights were deafening for Max as he sat in the hospital waiting room. Staring off into space, he wondered what was so urgent that he needed to come in. The staff seemed to move chaotically, and nobody seemed interested in explaining it to him. He had come to terms with the current state of his father months before but figured this might’ve be a sudden turn for the worse. A younger doctor appeared through the swinging double doors looking like he hadn’t slept in days. He flipped open the chart and skimmed for relevant information.
By Nick Harrison5 years ago in Families
The Weekend Shift
The day had begun fairly, it looked a bit darker than how bright it was supposed to look at 6:00 am. Jeff had started his day with some already made plans. He is an accountant of The Jordans, a publishing company, and had just wedded a few months ago. Beside him on his king-sized bed was his wife, Alex who had herself wrapped up in the duvet in a way that gave her a baby-like innocent look.
By Nemerem Njoku5 years ago in Families
Mystery Of The Little Black Book
Telephone call Michael: Why are you calling me this late, it's 2:28 am! Mom: Michael, it finally happened, your father died, just wanted to let you know, sorry to wake you. I'll try to set up the funeral arrangements, just be careful and please wear a mask.
By William Jenkins5 years ago in Families
Wednesday
It was a typical Wednesday for Erin or started that way at least. The alarm blared in her ear at 6:45am as usual, slowly pulling her eyelids open. She heard the salvation of the coffeemaker across the room start it’s grumbling so she knew it had survived one more morning. The next challenge would be if her little Nissan would do the same for her journey to work, the engine struggling each day more and more as the belts squealed like a chorus of mice. She’d say a short prayer and shut her eyes and so far, Black Betty had faithfully turned over for the past five months, despite the incessant check engine glow.
By Jess Osborne5 years ago in Families
A Quiet Place to Land
The walls of Raymond’s living room were white, the kind of white that could bleach a life away. Framed photos of his family and a small collection of paintings gave the space vitality at a time when most of his own escaped him. December sunlight filtered through his fifth-floor apartment window with purity. It had been months since he last stepped outside, but he convinced himself it had just been yesterday.
By Sarah Dayan Mueller5 years ago in Families
Familiar Places That You Feel As If You've Seen Them Before In Your Dreams or Childhood
Lately, there have been these "nostalgia-core" or "dream-core" accounts on the popular app Tiktok, and they post videos of picture compilations that show places of odd areas that we might have last seen when we were children. But it does not just show ordinary pictures of places, they are commonly known as Liminal Spaces. When you look at these pictures, they might give you this nostalgic, odd, yet comforting feeling that you have seen that place before whether it was in a dream, or even in your childhood.
By Salaar Khan5 years ago in Families
My little black book
The devastation Emily felt that day was unlike any other. Her grandmother had been her best friend and biggest cheerleader. Clearing out the remnants of nana’s house was like draining the blood from her body. Each sorted item was a glimpse into the past. The soft and withered stole, once used to play dress up, now felt used and limp like her heart. How could she continue on without her rock, her soulmate? Even though they were generations apart, no one understood Emily like nana. They frequently spent afternoons together, eating cold cucumber sandwiches, and drinking sweet, southern tea. They would laugh and reminisce and soon afternoon turned to evening and Emily would stay the night. Nana told stories of her youth and of how her poppa would play treasure hunt with her. Emily relished the tales and savored the details of each delicate story. Being an only child, whose parents had long ago passed away, it was Emily’s duty and responsibility to make sure nana’s things, once so precious and valuable, found their way to their designated places. Some would be kept, some donated, and regretfully, some thrown away. Each item, to Emily, was priceless and held so much value and meaning. Tearfully, she donated designer clothing, wooden furniture and antiquated books to the goodwill. She threw away broken dishes, tattered tablecloths, and shoes whose heels had worn down long ago. As she cleared the closet, she found an old, worn, little black book. Her curiosity peaked because she had never seen the book before today. As she turned the pages, she smelled, lilacs, roses and amber, fragrances reminiscent of her nana. It was bitter and sweet all at the same time. The little black book contained a treasure map, handwritten and drawn a long time ago. As she skimmed through the pages, she noticed a familiar handwriting style, it was that of her nana’s. The note on the very last page read.
By Carla Badanjek5 years ago in Families
