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The Collie
Spirit has a gray snout, and his eyes are cupped by gray crescents. When the wind blows back his ears, and the sun fills his eyes with amber, his grin, with the violet flesh and yellow teeth, and lazy tongue which is so free, is that of a silver scholar. He is a sage, now that he hobbles over to sit on my feet. Then he rests his head which smells of the dirt of the garden where he had been rooting on my knee. With my arms around his neck, I kiss him anyways. Of course, it isn’t all so sentimental.
By G. Arthur Clynes4 years ago in Families
As Family Requires
“Stop! Mom! He’s scaring me again!” screamed the little girl. “Tristen, what are you doing to your sister?” their mother sighed, as if she had heard this story before. “Just telling her about the owls in grandpa’s barn and how they use their deadly claws and night vision to hunt for little girls named ALICE!” he shouted while jumping to spook his sister yet again. “AHHH! MOM!” she screamed, only fueling her brothers fire. “Oh stop it Tristen,” their mother exclaimed. “Where did you hear any of that anyway?” she asked boldly. “Miss Maggie told me,” he replied. “We talked about it in science class, which means it’s true!” he followed with, while grinning an evil grin to his sister. “Nothing is going to hunt me, right mom?” Alice asked, while quivering slightly. “No hunny, nothing is going to hunt you,” their mother replied, glancing at the backseat with a reassuring smile. “But what about all the ghosts?” Tristen snickered. “Oh would you stop! We are almost there. You two can’t get along for ten more minutes?” their mom asked, hoping to quell the storm of impatience for a moment longer.
By Kevin Faulkner4 years ago in Families
Everything Has a Reason
In this life, your mother and I learned that misery may love company, but happiness attracts the misery of company. Despite my transgressions, your mom cared for me deeply. Since the first time I saw her sitting on her grandma’s stoop peeling oranges, I haven’t stopped thinking about her one dimple smile. She was the prettiest well-mannered tomboy with her muddy Reebok tennis shoes and all those barrettes on top of her head. Unlike the other cute city girls in Palm Beach, her hands got dirty in that muck soil. Her great granddaddy inherited that thousand-acre land after the hurricane flood in ’28 from his pale-looking momma.
By Kimberly D. Dantica4 years ago in Families
String of Hope
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. I gasped for air but gulped water instead. As the waves continued to crash, the salinity burned my eyes. My life jacket was the only thing keeping me afloat, but the waves were too intense. At this moment, my life flashed before my eyes.
By Jayda Morrell4 years ago in Families
Open Letter to my Hero
You were my role model, my hero, and my Grandmother. You were there for us when our parents had to work. You were there for every local United Kennel Club tournament I was competing in. You were there for every basketball game and chorus concert. Thank you. Even when I knew you shouldn't have shown up. You still came to my Jr. & Sr. prom pictures, my Sr. Homecoming, and by the Grace of God you were able to make it to my Graduation. Thank you.
By Jessica Harris4 years ago in Families
Words of Wisdom
All Rita wanted to do was be left alone. She wondered why people choose to call, come by, or just talk more when your life suddenly takes a turn for the worst. After receiving the news that she had cancer, life suddenly stopped that day. She took the long way home from the doctor’s office.
By Nepherteri Chism4 years ago in Families
The Night of The OWL
Memory and? Shannon was desperate for relief. The single pane glass leached the heat from her face where her forehead pressed against it. Her hands still trembled despite her tight grip on the windowsill. Teeth clenched against the worry and fear drowning her inside. Her eyes, weighted with unshed tears, she willed them not to fall. She would not let this destroy no matter what. They needed her, Evan, her husband of 3 years, and dad. Since mom died, he hadn’t been the same.
By J.R Corday4 years ago in Families
I'll Change the World for You
Dear, True Father up in Heaven, Do you remember, when I was a baby, you told my mom that I had a strong will? Did you know that that has fueled me, has pushed me forward for so many years during so many struggles? I still think back on it all the time - I couldn't be close to you when you were still alive much, so I hold on to those words all the time - like the most precious gift.
By Caless Red4 years ago in Families
