family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
I Dream of Chocolate
A children’s dream, Marcus found himself in today. A land of sweet and salty snacks, far as the eye could see. He floated down from the sky, passing clouds of cotton candy that rained milk when touched. His mighty wings did little in this place, as if he could float on the air without them. He smiled warmly, this was always such a pleasure to him.
By Patrick Marrero5 years ago in Humans
A Wake in Winter
It was cold, unmercifully windy, and Wren wasn’t wearing the right kind of coat to combat the weather, but outside was preferable to inside. Inside was warm and stuffy with twenty-five people crammed into the too-small house, all with red eyes, giving hugs every time she turned around, and talking in low voices. The candles dimly lit the living room filled with chairs and the smell of many casseroles hung heavy in the air. There wasn’t a single place to be alone that didn’t reek of too much sympathy and over-warmed pot roast.
By Lydia Stewart5 years ago in Humans
The Watch
‘Fuck!’ she proclaimed, looking down at the shattered remains of the antique watch. ‘What on Earth were you thinking, Beatrice?’ Lewis objected, rushed in, pushed her aside, and stared down at the small pile of metal and glass. ‘Do you think that is funny?’
By A.R. Lerwill5 years ago in Humans
Artistic Solace
The modern concept of, "me time" hasn't been something I've been able to fully perfect, let alone practice much of. Spending time working on hobbies, honing in on crafts, or even creating for creation's sake has always been something that I do for others. Ask me how many self-portraits I have, and I'll tell you I created one during a state of depression after feeling very alone and abandoned. Not being able to create for anyone else, I made something of my own, for my own. It never felt natural, and it didn't fulfill me.
By Joannis Rodon5 years ago in Humans
My Firekeeper and I
We have a great thing, my fire-keeper and I. He knows the things that will speak to my soul. Like how I love to sit by the fire and how he listens to my ideas as I ramble. The fire he keeps, and tends to so diligently, as if he was created for this very job, keeps me warm and sets my creativity ablaze. On a windy fall night, it is next to the golden glow that I have my best ideas, thoughts, and plans for new creations. It is within the circle of warmth my fire-keeper and I have discussions about big things. Like how awesome it is to be sitting by the fire on a crisp night, after our daily work is done, and keep vigil with the farmer on the next hill harvesting his corn at night before a drastic weather change marks the end of Indian summer. We talk about love. We talk about death. We talk about ourselves as a couple. We talk about our dreams and where we will be in five years, ten years. We talk about growing old together and having our children and grandchildren come home for the holidays. In this circle, it is safe to speak of such fragile things. In this sanctuary, we are far away and protected from the cold realities of the world.
By J. Delaney-Howe5 years ago in Humans
Invisible Photograph
Some nights I dream of springtime: the riotous explosion of green. The shoots so tender, yet so robust and tenacious, they could hold up the brilliant sky even before the leaves come out; so full of promise, it’s agony to wait for the buds to burst. But those dreams come from a time long before you arrived.
By Mollykin Warble5 years ago in Humans
