children
Children: Our most valuable natural resource.
Purple Lottery
Purple drops, splattered over the sky-blue cloud filled wall, were dripping down to drench the kid in a pool of hate. This child was cared for deeply and now that was at a standstill. Several different pathways and they all led to orphan. A simple pizza delivery had escalated exponentially. I adjusted my focus towards the delivery guy. The name tag on his shirt read “Tyler” in a bold yet faded engraving.
By Derrick Douglas5 years ago in Families
Harold Wellington's Lost Fortune
Prologue: It was a dark night. Two people were running through the forest as fast as they could. One of them was carrying a small black book. Behind them was an armed mob carrying lanterns, pitchforks and even guns. The mob was on hot pursuit but the two were faster and losing them ever so slightly. The two now had a lot of ground on them. They kept running until they came upon a well hidden bunker. “Quick, let's hide it. We’ll come back for it!” The older guy said. “Where?” The younger guy asked. “Where they won’t find it!” The older guy answered back. Then the younger guy climbed into the bunker and after a short while came back up again. ”Come on, they’re catching up!” The older guy said. Then they ran out into the forest. “There they are!!” Someone in the mob yelled. Gun fire rang out. “BANG!....BANG!” Then the two fell down. “Where's da book?” A guy from the mob called out...
By Mason Patacsil5 years ago in Families
itty bitty lil black BOOK
Wow what can I say, look what I found my itty bitty lil black BOOK. I have looked endlessly and with no avail, Where did you go? It's been so long since I seen you my dear friend where did you go? Oh please don't ever leave again my sweet itty bitty lil black BOOK. Well thank's for searching for me, let me tell you what I been up to. I went to sleep in my special place (Where you always put me after writing on my pages every night!) and the next thing I knew I was grab up and shove into a dark place that smell like cheetos and lollipops. I knew I never been there before and I was getting scared because it was dark. I am soaked and wet from the capri sun's and apple juice. How can she find me now? Where am I? I wanna go home now!
By 1Wealthymom5 years ago in Families
Grandad
It never got easier. In fact, every visit got worse than the last. That was the disease. It respected nothing, and it took everything that made a person who they had been. Every time Joseph pulled out of that parking lot to head home; he knew that it meant one day closer to the end.
By Jeffrey Paul Snedden5 years ago in Families
The Magical Bird: a Contemporary Fairy Tale
Once upon a not-too-distant time, there was a young eight-year-old girl who sought refuge inside the graceful, downward-sweeping branches of an old weeping willow. The massive trunk had weathered sun, wind, and rain like a stalwart sentinel, standing guard equally against anger, pain, and meanness. The bark had become compressed at the willow's base by the weight of centuries, as if the lofty crown had tried to push its way back into the ground. The long branches split the sunlight entering the circled space into wavering lines. But the magic of early Spring brought out blooming catkins, creating polka-dot shadows on the emerging soft grass.
By Cynthia L Fortner5 years ago in Families
Diary of a Dancer
Elise is hanging out in Washington Square Park after ballet class at Tisch and is supposed to be on the way to her “Music for Dance” class with Ms. Vanaver. On the way back to her dorm on Sullivan St, she stops to pick up food and a coffee at her deli (she loves this one because Dad came here for the cups they use that were always on that tv show Law & Order). She walks past The Back Fence bar where she sees an old man putting out the signs (the story is that this guy is a cousin of Rocky Graziano). She also wanders past the old chess club and wonders what it must have been like when Bobby Fisher was there every day, wiping the floor with “geniuses”.
By Joel Hanna5 years ago in Families








