family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Stranded at the Petrol Station
The lights are brighter than they had any right being. I wish the environment was more sensitive to my feelings because I’m going through a lot right now. Everything is blurry due to the tears in my eyes. All I can comprehend are the flashes of color from the poor passing patrons wondering what has this sixteen-year-old so emotional. There is no sound, only the yelling of my thoughts. “Was I not worth it?”
By Kiana Hitchcock5 years ago in Humans
The Winter Storm That Turned Texas upside Down
As a Texas resident who has moved here from the Midwest, I have had my share of snowstorms and power outages in the past, however, I have never been through anything like what I and the other residents experienced in the past 5 days. The temperatures were at record lows, everything is frozen outside and my other half is stuck at work this entire time. Needless to say, I was stressed and scared, but resourceful. What started as a snowstorm quickly escalated into an event that would not only test my resilience but also my survival skills. This storm showed me exactly how strong I am. During the five days, we were will out power for 2 and half days and without running water for 3 days. On the first day, I cooked using the BBQ grill. It was freezing outside but it wasn’t so bad while standing over the grill. My son watched me from the living room window as I drug the grill from the patio further away from the building, in 2 to 3 inches of snow. I remember thinking to myself, “This isn’t so bad, but I couldn’t do this every day. At least my son got a hot meal tonight. “as I cooked my son and me a few burgers each. I had just enough bottled water to get through the storm for us to drink, clean, and bathe with. As the days went on, the city began to rotate the power between the neighborhoods so when the power came back on, I would run the kitchen and began cooking like I was competing on Master Chief and I got Chief Gordon screaming at me. I would cook something quick because I had no idea how long the power would be on and I feared having half cooked food and no where to put it. I would boil water so could wash my dishes and clean my kitchen after I cooked. This is how we got through, but we got through.
By Ashley La'Donn5 years ago in Humans
Unfurled
10/22/18 Daniel was standing on his toes to see over his classmates’ heads as his sister pulled up into the school parking lot. She had promised to pick him up during recess to go home early and go get ice cream. She always took him out for ice cream on his birthday. Ice cream with Alyssa was always the highlight of every birthday. Although, when he thought about it, any time with his sister was bettter than any time without her. His classmates yelled and giggled around him, enjoying their recess. But Daniel just waited on his tiptoes, tracking his big sister across the parking lot. When she finally got close enough, he waved his arms around and called to get her attention, but she just laughed and told him to wait just a few minutes so she could sign him out at the front office. About 347.5 seconds later (yes, he counted), she finally came into the playground area to come collect him. This was the part that was better than the ice cream: being able to run at Alyssa and feel her arms around him like she would never let him go. He never liked being alone. It scared him.
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Humans
Eternity to Thee
Maine, 1848 “Call me Rachel,” the woman insisted. The bankman nodded in acknowledgment as he gestured her forward. The pair began walking down a yellow hallway with high ceilings and flush mounted lighting. The bank had been at the heart of the city for only the past handful of years and already showed its age. Rachel was still unsure of what was ahead of her, as she only held a few details of why she had been summoned to this place. The secrecy—whether intentional or not—did not sit well with her.
By Tim Feuquay5 years ago in Humans
Float, Little Creature
Breathe. Stop shaking. You're calm. Though her mother couldn't tell, for lack of observation more so than Flo's unimpressive facade, she was far from calm. Of course, her mother had no reason to suspect. She busied herself among the various flower arrangements, occasionally leaning in to take a sniff at one with no discernible discrimination. Flo barely noticed they were at a florist.
By Eriko Jane5 years ago in Humans
Do I Have A Choice?
The realisation of how controlled we actually all are, came when I was fifteen, although it started obviously much earlier when I was born. My earliest memory was of numbers appearing on my wrist, but mum pressed a number and they went away. I must have been about five years old, and when I asked mum about it all she said was,
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Humans
Evelyn
He lay on his back. His eyes opened, fixed on the revolving fan whirling overhead. The dull thud that came from outside was familiar. He silently swung the covers over his legs, being sure not to wake the woman next to him. Sliding into his slippers, he tiptoed towards the bedroom door. The windowless hallway was nearly pitch black, so he placed his hands on either side of him, using the walls for guidance. At the end of the long hallway, he opened the wooden baby blue door to reveal soft rain falling on the brick walkway in front of him. He picked up the paper from the stoop, holding it out in front of his face, allowing droplets of water to fall from the translucent orange plastic cover.
By Patrick Clancy-Geske5 years ago in Humans
Lost in the Wood
Last night I dreamt of the horses. Running wild and free, those magnificent beasts, the thunder of their hooves even drowning out the terrible roar of the guns and the staccato blasts of the machine guns. For a while they were free again, running down a hillside in France, while bullets whizzed past them and mortar blasts lit up the sky. Their eyes wide and terrified, hearts pounding, jumping over their fallen comrades to escape.....running for their lives. I awoke shaking, wishing it were a dream, then as reality clawed though my unconscious state and the sound of the guns brought me back to where I was I realized how much I wished I was one of them, those wonderful wild and terrified animals, who for a few brief moments were free again, running wild in the woods.
By Maria Lorraine Preston5 years ago in Humans
