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Don't Let "The Real Life Monopoly Game" Ruin Your Child's (or Your) Creativity
My dad I and were discussing the other night the way the cruel old world has a way of just grinding up a lot of people and spitting them out of the other side. We got to talking and both feverishly agreed the Monopoly game that is life destroys most people's creative side of their whole personality.
By Travis McDonald5 years ago in Families
Save This for a Rainy Day
Leah winced as a dot of light leapt from the edge of her compass across a pale blue iris. With a squint, she reexamined her bearings. Three hundred and twenty-eight. Letting out a slight sigh of defiance, she unfurled her brow and lifted her chin to refocus forward. It was a steep climb. Roots jutted from the hillside. They were jagged and gnarled, some menacingly shattered into shiv-like protrusions. Few ancient growths dotted the scene. These were sage pillars of wisdom. They were somehow at once equally leviathan but hauntingly delicate. So immense as to dwarf the onlooker by the shadow of limb alone. So hollowed and fragile as to be felled by the smallest of arboreal wanderers. What remained was a thicket made of saplings. Groupings stretched in unison—a still but violent competition for a drink of the sun. Vines crept down from the taller trees, wrapping around the bases and trailing off into the soil. Their gravity seemed to pull them towards a race of a different sort—a languid descent in search of relief from their infinite hang.
By Chase Stanley5 years ago in Families
Hickory Creek, Inc.
"I'm telling you," Millie exclaimed. "Mixing the sand with clay will ensure stronger dexterity!" "Where am I gonna get clay?" Linus demanded. "You're nuts!" This argument had been going back and forth all afternoon. I should probably explain what's happening. You see, my brother got roped into a sandcastle contest with his number one fan.
By Jeremy Jewitt5 years ago in Families
Regret
It was a Friday afternoon just like any other. But not for J.T. He was hung over, tired and most importantly broke. Years of gambling and womanizing had lead him to where he now was - a dingy motel room in a bad part of town. He waddled over to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face hoping it would sober him up. The only thing it did was awaken the part of his brain that drove him to drink in the first place.
By Raul Jimenez5 years ago in Families
Superpowers
If you've been following this story at all you'll know I'm a little apprehensive about writing it down. There are a number of reasons for this. It's not necessarily fear that makes me second guess myself, but the thought that people may not be able to relate to what I am writing about. Through this series of articles I will be letting go of the deepest secrets I hold and these secrets could be easily mistaken as fiction. Let me assure you my secrets are NOT fiction.
By Sylver Boswell5 years ago in Families
Save or Spare
“Save or spare, only you can decide who’s the lucky heir” were the bold black words printed on a sheet of banner style paper that lay above 5 Moleskin notebooks on a large desk. All different colors and all had different titles written across the covers. 5 notebooks for 5 family members, this will be interesting I thought.
By Auntie Kay5 years ago in Families
Remember This Day
If you know anything about people of color, it’s this: Sunday is church day. No matter who you are, what job you do, and how much money you have or don’t have, in my neighborhood on Sunday people attend church. Anything outside of that is considered sacrilege.
By J. R. Floyd5 years ago in Families
The Gift
40. That's how old I am going to turn on Sunday. Tomorrow. I was going to be 40, tomorrow. I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't see any lines or wrinkles to confirm that. I always made it a point to celebrate my birthday every year, because to me life is a blessing and we should always embrace it.
By Liss Suarez5 years ago in Families
