family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

It Is Dark Here
London, England. 1583. The injury burned like someone had poured fire down the man's hip and hadn’t stopped pouring until it had reached his toes. He couldn't put any weight on the leg. Something was stopping it from healing. Whatever they had done – the man was already trying to forget the people who had attacked him – the wound remained unchanged. He paused, leaning against a crumbling wall, examining the ugly, almost-burns. There was a thin film over the wound, where oil had been rubbed into the gash in his skin. The oil clung, stinging, unwilling to come away even at the rubbing of his hand. The bastards had done this. Death befit the cruel.
By Minte Stara4 years ago in Humans
Birds Sing When They Are Happy
The hot August sun beams down, the ground is parched, yet I must mow the weeds. From the window, "Jeffrey, Mow around the pear tree." I reply, "Ok, Mom." Mumbling to myself, "I hate pears, and I hate Yellow Jackets that love pears even more." Mother's voice returns, "Jeffrey honey, when you're done. My prescription is ready at the Pharmacy. I'm going to go get it." "Ok, Mom, I'll go get it."
By Jeff Johnson4 years ago in Humans
The Wisdom of Spring
At the age of 15, I would have said that I was the fall personified. Calm, warm, my movements still and swift like the cool breeze flowing through the air, offering reprieve to those seeking solace from the complexities of life, in the shade of the trees and ever changing leaves.
By Alicia Summers4 years ago in Humans
Making New Memories
We had an enormous family. It was me, two younger brothers, my older sisters, my mother, my father, and my father's parents within the same house. Momma was the youngest of 4 , but her parents gave up the ghost two years ago on an equivalent day, separated by two minutes. So i could not believe it when he told me.
By Beast Sai4 years ago in Humans
Take It or Leave It
Like ‘a bull in a China shop,’ smashing up all the cups and saucers - that’s the first thing that comes to mind when I think about my sister being a Taurus. The next thing - a sensory vision of her standing close to me, kind of higher up by about half-a-face, puking all over me. It’s not physical vomit though, it’s yet another one of many emotional purges, where I am the bucket. Gross, projectile spewing at proximity, filling my whole being! And then, once the purge is complete, just as though nothing ever happened, relieved, she spins on her heels and bounces away, free as a bird.
By The Naked Spiritualist4 years ago in Humans
The Sky is a Matador
Are you the ocean, or are you the sky? My mother had always taught me to grab life by the horns. Take reality into my own hands if I wanted it to truly mean something.
By A. Tonymous Raign4 years ago in Humans
I am my mom’s gigantic mistake.
My grandparents used to host international exchange students when my mother was little. My mother is the eldest of four brothers and sisters. My grandmother gave birth to her seven years after the last boy, therefore she is much younger than the others. She was daddy’s little girl because she was the only one. Both her brothers and father spoilt her rotten, but due to the year gap, she was also kept at home a lot and not allowed as much as her brothers.
By Brandsandu4 years ago in Humans
Pros Of Opening An NPS Account For Retirement
Every person, salaried, businessman or non-salaried, thinks and plan a great deal about their old-age and life in that stage. They are worried for their various medical requirements, a steady source of income, and a respectful lifestyle till the time they are alive. Thus, they look for various investment tools for retirement and its various needs. But this decision can be a very confusing one. It’s imperative to invest in the right instrument, otherwise, you might lose out on potential returns of the investment.
By Alankit Official4 years ago in Humans
Lina’s Ghosts
There were days when Lina sat by her opened window as the cold air grazed her face. She never knew what drew her there or why when she sat in her favorite armchair she was reduced to silent tears. The whispers of the wind echoed in her ears but even they didn’t have enough strength to make her feel anything.
By Jay4 years ago in Humans
Miracles and Marigolds
“Mi hijo,” whistled his grandmother. Señora Araceli Reyes insisted the tousle-haired teen stop long enough in his downward trajectory to plant a kiss on her cheek and embarrassedly whisper that he loved her, before bounding down the stairs. “Remember, home before midnight and don’t touch any food that belongs to the dead.” She stood at the threshold, hands taut, lower lip gnawing an invisible bone as she watched after him.
By Aaron Infante-Levy4 years ago in Humans
Arthur and Marisol
The haggard man with the haunted green eyes shuffled to the small kitchen table and hoisted his travel-worn black case onto the pink Formica, placing it squarely in front of one of the two chrome-framed chairs.
By Ben Waggoner4 years ago in Humans
Marigolds of despair
“David it’s time to come down for school!” David’s mother yelled upstairs for him like she did every school morning. This morning was a little different, but she had no way of knowing that. David shortly came down the stairs with his backpack in his hands and the same expression on his face as always. After reaching the bottom of the stairs he held out a piece of paper and handed it to his mother.
By Melinda Cooper4 years ago in Humans