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Away from Nature
On the first day of the spring, a season that brings new life and joy all around you, a couple Bruce and Rose, welcomed their first baby girl and not far away a Barn owl welcomed its owlet into the world. Nature has its own way of blending the music together with the sound of the baby cries and cooing of an owlet.
By Hari Prasad Bairaju5 years ago in Families
The Sudden Death of a Parent
All around us, life and death exist. Sometimes we know when it will happen, while other times it's a complete surprise. It's estimated that 250 babies are born each minute. It comes as no surprise that life and death are inevitable, so long as women are still able to reproduce and men are able to stay just as fertile. The circle of life is truly what it's all about. We are born, we live, we die. Our time spent on Earth varies per person. Some only live a few moments, too weak to survive, while others live to be over 100 years of age, surviving wars, famine, and disease.
By Shasta Scott5 years ago in Families
Through Destiny's Eyes
Hi!! I’m Destiny. Guess what? This weekend coming up is the weekend that I get to spend two nights at my grandma’s house!! As soon as that bell rings at school and my teacher says “Have a good weekend”, I’m going to run all the way home just as fast as I can so I can pack my clothes.
By Charmaine Roots Castillo5 years ago in Families
My Mother Thinks I'm Going to Hell
My mother thinks I’m going to Hell. She didn’t say it in so many words, but what she said was perhaps worse. She was crying while we sat in her car in the driveway. “I’ve never been afraid of dying before because I’ve always known where I’m going. But now… now I’m afraid because… I’m afraid I’ll never see you again.”
By Courtney Pettersson5 years ago in Families
On Mended Wing
Lincoln was a 12-year-old boy, wild at heart and longing for adventure. He was the only boy child, in a family of five living on the outskirts of a quaint Montana town. His family stemming back many generations had lived a simple life. They lived in a modest cottage away from the hustle and bustle of town. His family maintained their own garden, and hunted and fished the land as was custom. He walked a mile to and from school each day and often cut through the woods on his way. While walking about the woods, climbing over fallen trees and jumping down creek beds he felt alive and free in a way that is hard to put to words.
By Elizabeth Calhoun5 years ago in Families
Parenthood
Motherhood. When people say that word, what comes to mind? A woman, maybe yourself, holding a lovely baby in your arms, full of love and full of hope. You could even picture the future where the children or child is older, where you are all so happy together. Sitting on a picnic blanket having lunch under a beautifully lager tall tree, with luscious green leaves. Soaking in all the warm sunshine rays peaking through the clouds, the rays that happen to just sneak past the leaves. You could even see a little dispute between you and your partner, or even maybe between you and your child. Regardless, everything is full of love, hope, innocences and peace.
By Monique Klassen5 years ago in Families
Thanksgiving Noir
The morn of Thanksgiving, the Willis couple was preparing the dining room for their guests. The table was decked out with a festive cloth with autumnal colors and a selection of gourds surrounding a cornucopia as the centerpiece. Carol and Jacob Willis are both archaeologists from different groups who met at a dig in Carthage Tunisia. They have been married for 3 years and have no children yet, but they do have enough extended family to fill a small table. They also have a well-trained Airedale Terrier named Peanutbutter. Their house was reasonably sizable: 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, decorated with a series of vintage decor and knick-knacks, plus a few antiques here and there. The backyard is very spacious with a small vegetable garden, a birdbath fountain in the middle, a doghouse off to one side, and an aviary on the opposite side that houses a barn owl named Amaya.
By Steff Overton5 years ago in Families
Notebooks
“Next time those jerks at school mess with me, I won’t chicken out,” Hank told himself as he walked home from school with his head down. He watched his shoelaces slap the concrete sidewalk with every step, wishing he could be another person entirely. Hank wasn’t unlike the other kids at his high school, experiencing typical teenage hormones and the angst that accompanies them. He was awkwardly tall and very shy, but that’s not what made him the primary target for the ridicule he had become accustomed to receiving. Hank came from a family of modest means, he was a loner, and being the new kid in an entirely new country only made him an easier target.
By Chloe Wiseman5 years ago in Families
