humanity
Humanity begins at home.
She Watches Me Sing
Deep breath. I take a long deep breath. My face burns from the lights in the sky. I’m not quite sure if it’s from the heat given generously from the 700w bulbs, or the seventy plus people waiting anxiously for me to make a sound. I search amongst the shadows looking for a familiar face. It’s no use. I could only see a small light emphasizing the hairlines of each figure sitting in the dim lit venue. Before reality could have a chance to take a punch, I close my eyes for a moment.
By Claudia Cole Evans5 years ago in Families
Sunlight Under the Stars
A little boy makes his way down a poorly lit street not far from his home. He recalls the events of the evening with great chagrin as he follows his heart to the only place in all the world that grants him solace when his soul is weeping. His foot steps are as sorrowful as his face is sullen.
By Lusus Sylvanus Powhatan5 years ago in Families
My Mom's Green Thumb
My mother’s green thumb couldn’t be surpassed by many. Oh, I’m sure there are horticulturists and botanists that study this kind of thing, but to her it was as natural as breathing. Her yard was full of shade trees, fruit trees, plants of every kind from bromeliads to kalanchoe. She knew the best ways to keep the rabbits away from her blueberries. This solution was to sit outside at night and throw rocks at the rabbits when they come for her blueberries. A couple of nights of this, and there were no more bun-buns around.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Families
Our Time
OurTime I have a name - but there are no fancy letters and numbers following it on any diplomas that hang with perfect precision on my off-white walls. I have no diplomas that announce my credibility in the field of Memories and their influence on you. And I have not sat through endless debates and lectures on the subjects of Psychology or Psychiatry at any of the prestigious Universities that dust the earth like fall snow in the White Mountains. I am just like you, I have lived and loved and learned through experience. I am now 52-years-old but sometimes not a day over 12 and other times I am 91 and wonder how I can possibly go on.
By Karlo Asko 5 years ago in Families
Jane
Jane's breath stung like fire on the way into her lungs and expelled like smoke as it departed her lips. There was a sharp bite waiting in the cold night air. Around her, shapes stalked in the shadows. Treacherously her imagination made them into frightening things, bears, wolves, ghosts. With a little bit of effort on her part, she reasoned the shapes back into the spare tractor wheel, a stack of hay and an engine draped in canvas. It was late autumn 1926 in Paddock Wood, Kent, England.
By C.L.E Webster5 years ago in Families
The Betrayal
Ian had been walking for what felt like days. In truth he’d been walking for only a few hours. He had been crossing fields and walking down paths muttering to himself along the way. He had never felt so little and so betrayed. Having placed so much trust in a single person only to have a harsh reality smack him in the face.
By Tim Lawson5 years ago in Families
I may be Home
I may be home, but I know what it's like to watch someone struggle to leave their family to go off to the military. I know what it feels like to cry each night because you get a feeling your sister is struggling. I know what it feels like to wait for that phone to ring and it be the person you are missing, I know what it feels like to be the sister, and girlfriend writing letters each night while crying and trying to be strong for them, I know what it's like to wait for that letter not knowing if you will get it or not. I know what it feels like when you think they have forgetten all about you.
By Audrey DeLong5 years ago in Families
