Holiday
Igloo
¶ It's dark by the time I finally get off of work, and blistering cold to boot. The snow is coming down in sheets, and of course, I'd forgotten to put the windshield cover on my car. I open the door, brush off the snow that the door deluged onto my seat, and hop in, teeth chattering.
By Malcolm Roachabout a year ago in Families
The Last Real Christmas Tree
The value of memories is coming in this season. One of the most iconic memories is going to pick out the Christmas tree. The weather has been different, but last year was one of the most memorable. It was the first and only time my nephew came. We wanted to bring memories to him. He was getting older and ready to pick out the tree. For weeks, we built the experience up for the little boy.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Families
Stormy Story Time
Outside the wind howled like a banshee as it lifted fallen snow up from the banks to dance through the sky with the heavy flakes still falling from above. Branches of the old sycamore tree out front waved back and forth groaning from the weight of the building snow and scratching against the frost coated window pane. The sound drove a chill up Jane's already freezing spine as she hurriedly changed into her footie pajamas. As she pulled up the zipper, she bravely crept to the window sill and peered out. The only thing visible was a small glowing white orb from the street lamp on the corner, its feeble light trying in vain to penetrate the dense wall of fog and snow. It seemed as though the wind had blown away the rest of the world leaving only Jane's house and a single lamp to be buried in the snow. The thought sent yet another chill up her back.
By A. J. Schoenfeldabout a year ago in Families
Sleeping with Ice. Runner-Up in Tales of Hearth Challenge.
The crackling fire was calm compared to the winter ice whistling against the windows. Eyes drooping, Lola watched the white, battery-powered Christmas lights of a small, cheap convenience store tree twinkle like stars. She breathed in the light scent of warmth and sweetness that filled her relaxed body.
By K. Kocheryanabout a year ago in Families
The Hearth’s Eternal Flame
The Keeper of the Flame The fire in the hearth had always been more than just a source of warmth. It was a witness, a keeper of stories, and the silent guardian of our family’s history. In its flickering glow, generations of laughter, tears, and whispered secrets found refuge. The hearth wasn’t just a part of our home—it was its soul, a living reminder of the bonds that held us together.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Families
Here comes Santa Claus...
If you ask me today if I believe in Santa Claus, my response would probably surprise you. Though the demographic of believers mostly consists of children ages 2-10 years old, I don't mind being counted among their number. I am on the downhill side of 36 years, but the sparks of old childlike wonder still burn deep in my memory, and with all the confidence of someone who does math in pen, I declare "I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS!"
By Sara Littleabout a year ago in Families
Fires of Connection
In the frozen silence of winter, the tiny village of Ardence seemed suspended in time. Snow blanketed the cobblestone streets and rooftops, muffling the world in an icy stillness. Shutters stayed firmly closed against the biting wind, but behind one set of weathered wooden panes, a flickering light refused to fade. It came from the hearth of Margot, the village elder, whose home stood at the edge of the town square like a sentinel against the encroaching cold.
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Families
Taking Care of Sweet Souls
Taking Care of Sweet Souls In life, we come across many people who accompany us along our journey, but among them, there are a few who stand out as truly special. The value of these sweet souls often remains unnoticed, until the moment they are no longer by our side. The sweet souls that fate grants us are precious gifts, bringing us true joy in the smallest of things and offering a sense of stability in life. However, there are times when a fleeting moment of sorrow or a misunderstanding causes us to distance ourselves from these sweet souls. But by doing so, we risk losing something irreplaceable. For such sweet souls are rare in life, and it is through them that we experience the true beauty of life.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Families
