humanity
Humanity begins at home.
A SUSPICIOUS MIND
The weather was getting colder, entering into early October in our quiet neighborhood. The leaves had changed colors. The brisk cool breezes were blowing. It was refreshing autumn time, with winter on its way. As kids, we played touch football in the street until the streetlights came on, then hurried home to not get in trouble with our parents. My friend Denny lived four houses down on the opposite side of the street. We would go to his house to play because of all of the trees we could climb in his backyard.
By Alvin Rivera 4 years ago in Families
Three little letters
25OCT2021; 1914, MON I moments ago submitted a completely different trifecta of open letters; and yet here we are again. There's gonna be a lot of typing and referring back to the pics of these letters, so again: Let's dive right into it; shall we?
By Nefarious Darrius4 years ago in Families
24th
“Thanks” said a lady with an airy smile. Darren snapped back into it. His eyes had been staring through 6 inches of solid concrete for however long he’d been thinking about whatever he’d been thinking about. He had hastily replied with a quiet “yes”, before he had time to understand what the woman had said. Darren was simply thankful that she was already more than halfway out the door and unable to hear him properly. He raised his hands to clasp them together and fiddle with his fingers, but he had yet again made the mistake of planting them on the counter. No matter how hard he scrubbed, nor for how long, it was always sticky. He peeled his skin carefully from the surface with the delicate care a surgeon would dedicate to a lengthy operation.
By Matthew Curtis4 years ago in Families
16th
The pizza looked like it was melting, not cooking. The cheese, that when frozen had looked at least remotely appetising, now looked like a bad special effect from a film from the 70’s. The mozzarella was slowly drooping over the side of the crust like a dying slug. But if you watch anything in the microwave for long enough you begin to question yourself. Darren was simply too hungry to care. It was close to 10:30 at night and his last meal was at 2. Since he’d arrived at his Dad’s place, he’d sustained himself only on water and a pint of coke from a bottle that had been squashed into the fridge door. The warped plastic had looked as flat and deflated as the coke tasted. Darren had searched high and low for something to eat. The egg box had been empty, the apples were bruised, the bread was hard and the butter was even harder.
By Matthew Curtis4 years ago in Families
8th
Darren felt like he could touch a cloud. He’d always wanted to know what one felt like. Was it like his pillow, or more like his favourite dog from down the street? In fact, he even wanted to know what a cloud tasted like. Darren imagined the tastiest cotton candy anyone had ever eaten. He was certain he’d be able to reach one. Every time his legs sprung up from the castle, he stretched both arms in the air as tall as he could. For the moment, he ignored the other kids jumping alongside him. He was determined to grab a cloud right out from the sky.
By Matthew Curtis4 years ago in Families
For Dad and my city at Christmas, Birmingham
Dad used to park the car near Broad Street; it was always difficult to find a spot. I recall my eagerness to clamber from the car and reach the market as soon as possible when I saw the fairy lights scattered along the skeletal branches of the trees lining the crowded pavements, people walking by the brightly lit pubs, steam filling the space in front of their faces as warm breath met icy air. The clubs and bars were thriving, shops packed, smiles everywhere. The city was alive, and it was beautiful.
By Daisy Bourne4 years ago in Families
514 S. 6th Street, #2
The mirror welcomed visitors to my grandmother's home, which was her mother's home, and her mother's mother's home. Many have gazed into the mirror with their ever-changing reflections as they aged. My grandmother and mother grew up in that house, where they were greeted on the right by the hall tree adjacent to the door leading to my grandmother's room, with the phone table on the other side of that door. On the left, the little table with the mirror above it stood next to the living room door, followed by the line of shelves filled with books. All would stop on their way out, check the mirror to make sure they were ready, and walk out, sometimes without returning for a long time, if at all.
By Nancy Nason Guss4 years ago in Families
The Neighbors
Lar is the Portuguese word for home. Where I am flying was my lar, but now it is their casa. House. A man. A woman. A girl. Familia. One day, if they stay long enough, if they bring joy into their house, if they share meals together, if they cry and laugh and shout, maybe then it will become their lar. Maybe then, the loss my heart felt will meet its equal in what their hearts have gained.
By Halle Choi4 years ago in Families
"We can do it"
The story begins in the small city of Bling; Bling has a population of 5,000 people, and it is miles away from the capital. Many in the town refer to this country as the hunger games; no one in the city of Bling can enter the capital if they do not have the financials or the ability to assist the wealthy in their gains. Jonicia's mom Jenna dreamed of going to the capital since she was a child. It becomes a reality with her child's birth and successful life cycle, regardless of the relationship between both parents. What are life cycles, you must be asking? It is the nine stages taken towards living within the norms of society: this tool allows professionals to explore the successful integration of their clientele. The life cycle is essential to share, as it highlights how one can derail but return to the tracks when willpower is present.
By Jessica A. Fox4 years ago in Families
