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Hickory Creek, Inc.
"How do you get us into these messes?" Linus groaned. Typically, my dear brother is thrilled when we travel. Today, that wasn't the case. We had missed lunch because I had forgotten to wake Linus up. To be fair, my latest Sherlock Holmes novel had been quite riveting.
By Jeremy Jewitt5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
Ms. Daisy was an elderly woman who lived alone. She had children, grandchildren and great grandchildren. One particular grandson, Lewis would check on Ms. Daisy more often than the others. He would sit and talk to her for hours at a time. He would do some grocery shopping for her every now and then on the weekends. He would also clean her home when she was unable to do so. He would clean every room and area in her home. He wouldn't miss a spot. Ms. Daisy was a lover of books. She enjoyed reading books. She had a particular bookshelf where she kept her favorite books that had a significant meaning to her. Lewis wasnt quite a reader, he could read but he just wasn't a fan of reading. One day while cleaning, Lewis noticed that most of the books on Ms. Daisy's shelf were large in size. However there was a small, black book that appeared to be more worn than the larger books. He asked his grandmother, Miss Daisy why does she read the little, black book more than the others? She replies, "The biggest treasures are in the smallest containers." Lewis decided that whatever was in that book had to be good because his grandmother read from it everyday and placed it back on the shelf after reading it. As days and years went by, Lewis continued to notice how Ms. Daisy embraced this book.
By Yonta Brown5 years ago in Families
Timing Is Everything
Shattered glass and blood in hues of a scarlet red rose are scattered and smeared along the roadside. Fumes of gas and exhaust loom in the air as if creating a toxic bubble around the wreckage of a vehicle that was supposed to keep us safe. My eyes fall upon dad’s body thinking, he looks so peaceful. Content. At the time, my mind wasn’t aware that I was looking at a corpse that housed nothing that made my father, my father. I scrambled over the gear shift and into his lap, squeezing my bruised, bloody body under the steering wheel to rest my head on his solid chest.
By Alley Cowgill5 years ago in Families
What I see is Unreal
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been hard on myself. I’ve always had high expectations but they never seem to last too long, which is nice. I get excited, I fizzle out, I reflect inward, inflict psychoanalytic pain, forget, and repeat. It’s tiresome, cyclical, and above all else, entirely of my own imagination.
By Daniel Hicks5 years ago in Families
Underbrush
She looked around the dark attic space. “Well I don’t see anything worth going through” she whispered to Emili. Emili continued to look around, “What about this?” as she pointed to a dusty old box with the word “KEEP” on the side. Sheena looked at the box with a disgusted look on her face, “Ugh, I guess I can look through this, let’s take it down so we can actually see what is in it.” Emili grabbed the box and followed Sheena into the dining room.
By Sheena Jordan5 years ago in Families
Dear Walter,
Dear Walter, A part of me wants to begin this letter with a cliché, "Hey Grandpa, it's been a while." In some ways, it has been almost 17 years now. In others, I speak to you in my mind almost every day. You were the first grandfather that I ever lost. You were the first casket I ever viewed. When I remember you in my mind, it is not the image of you in your last days with the cancer. I do not believe that is how you would want any of us to remember you. Your death was my first lesson in how to handle loss.
By brooke vecchi5 years ago in Families
Aunt Bea
Tara ran up the stairs to her Aunt Bea’s cottage holding the book size package the attorney gave to her close to her chest. She had left the attorney’s office a half hour earlier discussing the auction sale of her late Aunt’s house. She was to removed anything she wished to keep and let the rest for the future auction.
By Debra Frantz5 years ago in Families
