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Big Sister Leaving Town
The bright lights have always called to me. I mean really, them over this? There isn’t any question. Here its all lager, pool, watching stupid boys fight over meaningless things and then wanting to cop a feel after hours. Yeah, that versus the theatres, restaurants and real nightlife. Go figure.
By Simon Morrell4 years ago in Fiction
Northern Penguins
The girl was sitting on the bed reading a book she had brought with her. It was Road Dahl’s The Witches. She was almost finished with the book and she only had a few left. On the first days of the trip, she had read seven of her thirteen books and she would not be able to get more of them until they returned to Juneau.
By Giovanni Murtha4 years ago in Fiction
I'm, Oliver
I’ve never been an outdoors kind of guy. I was born in the city, grew up in the city, and now have been ejected from it. It’s crazy to think a mother could just send their own child away for messing up a few times. I mean, I guess it was more than a few times, but still. I think sending me to Alaska is a bit of an overreaction. It makes sense though, she had two other boys to worry about, both younger than me. She didn’t have any time for a “bad kid”, which is all I ever was to her. It also set an example for the other two boys in the house, I’m guessing they are studying or something right now, to avoid my fate. I think I’m gonna miss those idiots the most.
By Justin Michaels4 years ago in Fiction
Family Business
Charles scuffled into the old Green Light Tavern, his lifelong favorite watering hole ready and waiting to serve him his usual: grilled cheese, tater tots, and an ice cold soda to start. When conversations got going, he'd throw back his sodas like they were ice cold summertime beers; the kind that give you that refreshing sense of relief after sweating in the relentless sun. Charles liked to come to the bar and watch the television, or survey new patrons and the good ol' regulars, occasionally finding a decent conversation to have with a youngster who had little knowledge of old-time farming and what life once was. His final act of the night would be buying a young gentleman a snack and asking him to pay it forward someday.
By Dani Banani4 years ago in Fiction
The Frozen Cup of Happiness
As the breeze whistled through the barren trees in its own unique language, this ice mistress could feel the coming Winter Solstice, and all the bright energy of the time of new born light. This winter should prove most magical, she thought as she gazed out the window at the frozen pond.
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison4 years ago in Fiction
Falling Through
Funny enough, it was my LiveJournal that woke me up and helped me see my life for what it was. Remember those? Photos are one thing, but re-experiencing 21-24 year old me spilling her guts for everyone to read was enlightening. After I stopped cringing, my little trip down the rabbit hole offered a lot of insight on my past that I might otherwise have missed.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff4 years ago in Fiction
Maria Finds Her Voice
It was June 7, 2001, the last day of school. Maria walked off the bus at the bus stop, headed for home. and was looking forward to finally being off of school. Her excitement over summer break soon ended however, when Lacey came up behind Maria, taunting her. “Hey afro-girl. What are you doing for summer since you have no friends to hang out with hugh….oh be careful walking home. I’d hate for you to trip over something and break your glasses four eyes.”
By Christiana Mata4 years ago in Fiction
A race for life.
“So you're strong and you are fast,” she said, “you can do it all on your own?, ok let's see, show me what you're made of.'' She challenged him. He was only 12 years old, but he had the mentality of a grown-up. He had been told early on by his grandmother that he would grow up to be big, strong, and important to his people. He took it to heart, and when school started he was only 6 years old, he found every request and learning opportunity to be a challenge that he needed to conquer. He jumped across the river stones, used the canoe to race the fish in the lake, and did all of it on his own, no grown-ups to help, but he could not win a landrace on foot against his older sister. And that was the one thing he wanted most, she is not better than me he thought, I am going to beat her this time. Off they went running across the fields of mango trees, he did not accept her offer to have a head start. He was actually mad that she would say it like that, he was bigger now and he cold beat her this time, 4 laps across the 2-acre field, he had been practicing for this, and well Susie was a track and field star in high school though only a sophomore she had made a name for herself, but she would never admit to Ricky that it was him that pushed her on, she began participating in track and field after her P.E teacher in 8th grade saw her run away from little Ricky, but it was Susie’s form and agility that had gotten the teacher’s attention,
By Claudia Rodriguez4 years ago in Fiction
One Last Look
When her family suggested she transition to a retirement community, Maeve had remained calm and gentle. She hadn’t fought or argued and had acknowledged a greater need to simplify. She agreed that her children’s lives were too full and too far away for them to simply check on her more frequently. Maeve knew that what her children were asking of her had come from a place of love so she calmly acquiesced. All she requested was a little bit of time to say goodbye to her space. Her family agreed and left her to privately prepare for her departure.
By Christine Nelson4 years ago in Fiction
