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Today is Monday. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Let's see, today's a Monday right? I need to do the dishes. That's right, because yesterday was Sunday, because I visited the grave yesterday.
By John Eva4 years ago in Families
Open Letter to my Hero
You were my role model, my hero, and my Grandmother. You were there for us when our parents had to work. You were there for every local United Kennel Club tournament I was competing in. You were there for every basketball game and chorus concert. Thank you. Even when I knew you shouldn't have shown up. You still came to my Jr. & Sr. prom pictures, my Sr. Homecoming, and by the Grace of God you were able to make it to my Graduation. Thank you.
By Jessica Harris4 years ago in Families
Fathers' Masterpiece
As he looked into the endless starry sky, his mind couldn't help but linger on the matter of existence. His eyes slowly panned the massive world above him in disbelief of it's infinity.
By Charity Cole4 years ago in Families
He failed his hearing test...
"We tested him three times as part of his newborn screening and he failed every time in both ears." Words no mother wants to hear about her perfect, healthy, newborn baby.
By Linds W.4 years ago in Families
A Rose is A Rose..
Grief is transforming, and when it is your Mother it ensues your entire life in a different way. My Mom was Sharon Rose, and this is a condensed version of how she was a flower in our world that can't be replaced. The grief is real, and how much she is missed is indescribable.
By Valerie Gerke4 years ago in Families
Growing up Late
Let me start by saying, the city knows me. Its streets I can trace on the back of my hand, the cutbacks, the railroad tracks to avoid at 415 on Tuesday afternoons. I’ve lived here all my life. Leaving the city will be like leaving behind a love I’ll never fully get to know. Fifteen years may not seem like a long time but its long enough that I have decided I’m not made out for the hill-billy lifestyle that my mother wants me to have. Or at least is forcing me to have, once we leave. How will I survive without my best friend, Margie? How will I share stories on my vlog page when we’re living in a tree house with no service? “Corbeth will be a fresh start, a new beginning,” my mom says. Maybe she wants a new start, but I like my routine here. In Chanci Hills. Hearing the gravel scrape under my shoes as I walk down 6th Ave, towards McCully High, past the Speedy Minute Mart where I know Arnez will be behind the counter, sighing, anticipating another long shift because Jake will call out sick. Do you see the connection I have here? I won’t be able to get that in Corbeth. Ugh, a new school, a new house, practically a new life, and why? It’s not my fault that my mom got a new job in that po-dunk town, it’s not my fault that our apartment here sold. Where is my dad when I need him? Mom says he left for his country, but he’s not dead, and he’s not home so where is he? Again, not my fault. I heard Corbeth has one stop sign and no lights. I can’t even imagine a city with no streetlights, They dot our city here like pegs on a light bright, sometimes one will flicker but they’re there. My mom says it’ll be good for us. I doubt it. My grades aren’t passing with flying colors by any means but I make do. Margie always jokes I’m a free-spirit, creative, destined to live in a sky-rise with gents that wait on me while I tap my red acrylic nails impatiently. can’t help but laugh out loud at this idea. Will Corbeth even have a nail salon? Or better yet, a salon of any kind? Maybe a boot barn of sorts. I don’t know what I’m going to do. Arnez will wonder where I am if I don’t come in for my daily pack of Bubbly Yum, and Pepsi at lunch. I haven’t broke the news to him or Jake that I’m leaving…. This weekend. Three days and I’m outta here. Not that Arnez will care too much, judging by his yellowed tshirt with grease stains on what was once considered a white tee. But Jake on the other hand, another love I will not have discovered. Ah well, at 15, disappointedly there’s not too much to show I’m a woman yet, and I think Jake wants a woman, not a gangly string bean who is looking to buy her first set of suspenders to to fit in at her new school. Ill have to ask Margie to keep me updated on Jake’s crushes, or maybe not, it may sting a tad too much. Maybe dad will come rescue me before its too late. Or maybe not. The last letter I wrote him was returned as “invalid address.” I don’t have time to think of all the what ifs and could have beens. I’ll miss the pink sun drenched nights where Margie and I would sit atop the roof and watch the pigeons peck at seed down at the playground. How simple life would be if I were a pigeon. Most likely a dull life but still, I wouldn’t have to leave my home.
By Summer Young4 years ago in Families
A Grandfather
My Grandfather : Short Story 1643 Words | 7 Pages The months leading up to the passing of my grandfather is series of events that (although tragic) I value because I now understand the pieces of life that, rather than having been taught, I learned through personal experience. An aspect of my life i came to find out is that there is no amount of time spent on people who have came and left your life that your future self will approve of. Finally I came to understand that accepting the loss of a loved one without showing your emotions is easier said
By Sram4 years ago in Families
My Father for Students
My father went to the bushes and started crying out of offence. “As a little kid back then, I was thinking that they were so unfair and except that they did not let me be fair either.” After a while, his grandpa came and admitted that he saw everything and that my father was right but he had to punish him so they would not get into a conflict with the neighbors. From his grandfather’s words, my father was finally relived.
By Sram4 years ago in Families
Out of the Mouths of Babes
I guess we all have these lows in our lives. Sometimes I wonder if I have more than others or less than others. I sometimes ask why life just seems like it has more dips or does it really? I don't know but today I feel like I'm in a dip and have been for years even though I try to crawl out of it. It seems even your own body drags you back down and the further you go the harder it gets to crawl back up.
By Yvette McDermott4 years ago in Families
Elementary Fashion Fail
When I was young, my mother chose to home school my siblings and me for a majority of our education, and as part of that process we were involved in multiple extra-curricular activities. One of those activities was being part of a home school band. I played (or at least tried to play) the trumpet, my sister played the flute and my brother played the saxophone.
By Lucy Warren-Hastings4 years ago in Families
Abanadon Barn
The Abandoned Barn The Bobby family was going on another trip. This time they had a project at an abandoned barn. The Bobby family included the parents, Linda and Larry, who were photographers. They were taking their 5-year-old twins. Molly and Mark. Going to this old farm and Barn was so exciting for the kids, because of their love for animals.
By Kelly Vedder4 years ago in Families
Top 7 Solutions for Baby Clothes
Perhaps the biggest hassle with baby clothes is that they don’t closing. Not due to the fact they put on out, however because your child speedy out grows them.
By Writer Tiger4 years ago in Families