family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
The Space Between Suns
I am afraid of the dark. Charles didn’t know that until our first night together, when the passion cooled into the warmth of a moment I couldn’t bear to break with words. He slid away for only a moment, probably to get us a drink, but the sudden emptiness by my side as I was enveloped in the darkness was more than I could pretend to face.
By Jordan Parkinson5 years ago in Humans
All Good Things Come To An End
It was a bright sunny day here in Pittsburgh. There was a nice cool breeze, the birds were chirping, kids were running around, the bees were buzzing, and the clouds were moving. "It was going to be a good day" said Louise. Louise was a 23-year-old girl working at a pharmacy just down the street from her house and lived with her mother named "faith" in a two-story building. Her dad left when Louise was ten years old, so it has been just her and her mother since. Louise's parents had bought the two-story building when she was eight years old.
By Phoebe Donley5 years ago in Humans
The day life changed
Pandemic I woke up to what I thought was regular day only to find out something different. It seemed ordinary my normal ritual of mouthwash swish to brushing my teeth with my eyes squinted open. To washing my face and sticking it in the water as I shower wash it off with my face cloth now I am awake and starting my day. Starting with a bowl of crunchy cereal and cold milk and a glass of orange juice but as turned on the tv this day turned into mayhem. Shutdown across my state the United States, Italy,Japan and it goes on and on speaking of a deadly unknown airborne virus.
By Lavetta Watkins5 years ago in Humans
A notebook, an amethyst and a picture
Never before have I felt this numbing sensation in my stomach. A strange blend of sadness and anxiety is making my head spin, which makes my vision blurry as if I were dreaming. I walk into her room, my heartbeat accelerating with every step I take. It is the first time I walk through that door since she passed away in her bed a month ago. Her departure, as heartbreaking was it, was not a surprise to anyone; lung cancer fighters rarely make it for more than four years, like she did. But my gran-mother, Marguerite, was not only the strongest, most determined person I knew, but also an undeniable dreamer. The last night of her life, she shared with me once again her hopes to find an incredibly effective cure to her illness that could allow us to go to Paris together, so I can finally visit the city in which I was born. As I laughed imagining how wonderful that scenario could be, I drank my last sip of tea and got up to get her a fresh glass of water. By the time I was back she had already fell asleep, in result of the obnoxious quantity of medications she had been prescribed. I kissed her forehead and went home, unaware that it would be the last time I would see her laying there so peacefully in her bed. After I left, the universe took her away from her sufferings. She fell asleep peacefully and simply never woke up. A well-deserve rest for a fierce fighter.
By Éléna Bigalke5 years ago in Humans
Living on Borrowed Interests
I feel like the reason we aren't born as fully formed adults but rather grow up is because we are all supposed to define who we are. Our sex, our body parts and our looks are all decided for us; creating our own identities is the only thing we have control of after we are born. From birth we are constantly manipulated by others and the circumstances we find ourselves in. Our parents train us to be members of society but no one can train us to become who we are supposed to be.
By Fay Swittlor5 years ago in Humans
Fight Me
Navy shut her eyes tight hoping that if she squeezed them tight enough, the present moment would disappear. She pictured that day on the back porch, after the boy on the playground pushed her down into the dirt. She pictured the uneven rhythm of her feet hitting the sidewalk as she ran towards a blurry vision of home, squinting through the sting of the sand rubbing against the insides of her eyelids.
By Kandice Moorman5 years ago in Humans
Tango Mango
The pain she felt was unbearable. Sinking to her knees, Maggie’s body contorted into her smallest physical expression since the day she was born. Unable to comprehend, the woman's heart that had dotingly cared for her every moment since, would beat no more.
By K. May Hyde5 years ago in Humans
Grounded Dreamer, Realistic Idealist.
A child is born. At a certain time, on a certain day, in a certain place. Why can’t that mean something? Astrology is a funny thing. For some, it’s a lifeline; for lost, trouble souls, those who feel unknowable, filled with a deep, gaping void. Around them is only more unknown – empty eyes, empty faces, filled with that same void. So they look to the stars for answers. The position of the moon, the orbit of the planets.
By Bella Nerina5 years ago in Humans
Bonding Beyond the Grave
Bonding Beyond the Grave It sure as hell wasn’t going to be an average day when my father, whose been dead for five years, e-transferred me one million bucks. This was soon followed by a small black Moleskine (express delivery, nice) with the first page reading in bold magic marker, THIS MONEY IS NOT FOR YOU, BUDDY.
By Sam Nassar5 years ago in Humans
