family

Cruise Gone Bad
"We are going to have lot of fun on the cruise aren't we, Uncle Dave?" "We certainly are, Terri, are you packed?" "I am packed, and I am so excited about taking a trip to the Caribbean for my Graduation present."
By Susan Payton7 days ago in Fiction
Just one. Content Warning.
"You know I've waited my whole life to just have one conversation with you? That might sound like a long time to wait for a conversation"
By Jen Phillips7 days ago in Fiction
🌌 The Night They Almost Stayed
The night was never meant to be important. It wasn’t an anniversary. It wasn’t a goodbye. It wasn’t even planned. It was just a night — cool, quiet, and suspended between two ordinary days.
By Zidane8 days ago in Fiction
Who Are We?
“Are we happy?” “Yes, mostly.” “Do we talk to dad still?” “No, we haven’t talked to him for years. But, that’s okay. It’s better this way.”
By Laura Lann8 days ago in Fiction
Shhhh
“What will you do?” “I don’t know. I never know. I wish I could trade this away sometimes, be given someone else’s family. Deal with mediocre problems. You know, like Uncle Charles said something unseemly at Thanksgiving or some crap.”
By Laura Lann8 days ago in Fiction
Life Comes Without Instructions
What is the measure of a life? What gives it worth? What’s it all for? What is the point? To celebrate a life is to lose it to death. It is inevitable. We are all hanging onto the dash between our birth and death dates. Hoping to make a mark, something to be remembered for. Is that in the things we do, or the people we know? I believe it is in the people we touch. Lives that we are mingled with. Not what we aspire to be, but WHO we aspire to become.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAID8 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 3 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid The children continued their journey to the center. It was still early at the neighborhood summer center.
By ZAIDALGONAID8 days ago in Fiction
Me and My Identity ♡
Me and My Identity ♡ Episode 1 Written by: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Mother: Good morning, Ali. Good morning, Fatima.
By ZAIDALGONAID8 days ago in Fiction
The Soul of the City
A working-class neighborhood is more than just a collection of crowded buildings and narrow alleys; it is the beating heart of a city, a living museum of traditions, and a fortress of human solidarity. While modern gated communities prioritize privacy and silence, the working-class neighborhood thrives on noise, movement, and the constant intersection of lives. It is a place where the walls are thin, but the bonds are thick.
By hussein8 days ago in Fiction
How to be a mother
Step 1: Have a baby. Sounds simple, right? It’s not. For some of us, it takes years, surgeries, miscarriages, hormone treatments, and a lot of patience you didn’t know you had. Every small success feels monumental. Every setback feels like the universe is testing you. And yet, when that tiny human finally arrives, the struggle suddenly seems worth it… even if only for a few blissful minutes before reality hits.
By Carolyn Sternes8 days ago in Fiction
Painted Glass
We were four children born into different houses, the same parents but somehow raised in four different ways. That’s what people don’t understand when they hear us tell our stories. They think the truth should sound the same, that our memory should walk a similar line. But memory fractures. It bends around pain. It chooses what it can carry.
By Tennessee Garbage8 days ago in Fiction