grandparents

Becoming a grandparent makes getting older something to look forward to - all the fun of parenting, without the hassle.

Papa's Ledger That Went to the Dogs
The day's weather matched her somber mood with a sturdy fog. When she walked in the house it welcomed her and her mood. Amelia loved this house. A bungalow built in the 20's by some morose playwright that had an eye for the peculiar.
By Kellie Harris5 years ago in Families
A Trip for Grandpa
$20,000 and a trip to the stars—Edgar couldn’t believe he was finally following in his grandfather’s footsteps. He’d even brought along the old man’s journal. His grandfather had dreamed of reaching the stars, and now Edgar could step onto literal stardust in just a few hours.
By Elizabeth Miller5 years ago in Families
An Open Door
It took longer to climb the stairs than he thought. His sneakers clapping against the wet stone. The clapping ended with three loud thuds and a deep gasp as he reached the last step. He tried not to think about how hard that was. Trying to brush off the fact that his body has run entirely out of air. He bent and grabbed his knees and panted. He felt like he was standing over a brush fire and inhaling its smoke. “This is what happens when you decide to follow the trail of a map you found on an old piece of paper that looked like it was scrawled by an old man who had a stroke”.
By Lorn Auros5 years ago in Families
The Trifecta
The clouds were always thick and heavy, and would fill the room with cigar and cigarette smoke. The haze would loom over the room like a storm cloud over a body of water. The white and grey vapor always made it hard to make out what was happing above waist level. Luckily Gramps had a unique pair of wingtip shoes that I could spot from any distance.
By Tony Messina5 years ago in Families
Nigel
A boy, in the upstairs attic of his home, is looking out the window. “Isn’t life grand?” He rhetorically asks himself. There are raindrops tracing down the window. As he sits there, holding his head up with his hands below his chin, he hears his mother call to him, saying that lunch is ready. When he begins to walk downstairs, he smells the casserole his mother has been baking. His father is pouring hot water from the electric kettle into three mugs. “What have you been up to, Nigel?” He asks. “Absolutely nothing.” He sighs.
By Alexander Liljenberg 5 years ago in Families
Grandfather's Secret
“Listen, Mom, I can’t talk right now...no, no, it’s just because I have to get going to-” The wallet she was clutching had slipped out of her hands, and in the action of trying to get a hold of it, the woman dropped her thermos and phone out from under her ear where it had been held up by her shoulder. She groaned in defeat and muttered a quick “Love you, bye” into the phone before shutting it off. Just as she went to pick up her things, a pair of boots met her eye from where she was crouched on the sidewalk.
By Audrey 5 years ago in Families
Solomon
“Your grampa is so wise,” Gramma said, leaping back onto the conversational train as soon as the door cracked open. That was always what she said when Grampa Ted dared interrupt her. She would pause the flow of her talk and listen to him ramble while I fidgeted, impatient for him to finish.
By Gretchen Brumwell5 years ago in Families
Dare to believe
The sun crept in through the cracks in the blinds like every morning, waking Rebecca up at her usual time. She stretched out her arms and took a deep breath, sat on her bed, and gave thanks for this wonderful new day. She opened the blinds of her room but this day she felt a little different, she felt an inner peace that she had not felt for a long time. She got out of bed and without thinking, she went straight to the kitchen to prepare her coffee to start the day, there was silence in her apartment, everything felt so peaceful, so stable.
By Sayra Ferens5 years ago in Families
The Hapsburg Diary
The sun was shining, and the afternoon sky was void of clouds. Birds chirped somewhere off in the distance, as if they were saying goodbye to a lost soul. Lydia stared blankly at the fresh patch of dirt where her grandaddy was just buried.
By Conrad Abraham5 years ago in Families
One in a Million
I sometimes don’t even believe it happened to me. A seemingly impossible, one in a million chance, a fantasy that you only ever hear about on the news or in an article online. It always sounds too good to be true. How could one person be so lucky, while so many others have to watch to the wayside? "It could never happen to me" I'd say to myself. "Life just doesn’t work out that way." Then I snap back into it. This is real. I now am one of those people you hear about, Im now one of the lucky ones, a "one in a million" where some crazy turn of events decided to change their whole life forever. And to think, it all started with a little black book.
By Caroline Kenney5 years ago in Families
Nancy Ann's Diary
“Those who don’t believe in magic,” I quoted to my grandmother, “will never find it.” She smiles and nods at Roald Dahl’s borrowed words she’s used to inspire me with since I was a little girl. I’m only 8 years old now, but I feel like a giant laying next to her shriveled body, in the sterile hospital bed. There’s a lump in my throat that feels like I swallowed an owl pellet: dry and boney. I want my last words to her to be powerful and meaningful, but my mind is blank under the pressure. So I squeeze her; her breath smells like chemicals. Gently, I slip away onto my feet. They weigh a fifty pounds each, but I drag them to the door. I look at her and just say what I feel. “I’m going to miss you Nana.” Voiceless, she mouths, “I’m going to miss you too.”
By Jessica Berkmen5 years ago in Families
Noteworthy
It’s a better rejection this time, which is sort of an accomplishment. There are some nice comments from the publishing company, like how my writing shows promise and that my pacing is good… never mind the fact that in my all my college writing workshop classes, ‘good pacing’ was code for I had nothing nice to say, and this is me fulfilling the requirement of coming up with something. I toss the letter into the air like a graduation cap and let it fall on over my head with a sigh.
By —5 years ago in Families