family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
King, The Man.
New York City, 1995 "...when you remember me, remember who I was - let go of who I became. When you speak of me, say the second thing on your mind. When your heart buckles under the weight of the past, recall how I held you and nurtured you before time consumed my heart".
By Muhammad Oleolo5 years ago in Humans
'When you do dance'
“That looks like Downton Abbey to me.” Two teenagers stand gawping at the gates of the regal, cream, brick building of the Royal Ballet School, situated in the lush green of Richmond park. Anya continues talking to her friend Vicky who is still mesmerized, “I can't believe you dragged us all this way though! Oi, Vic, I'm talking to you!” She playfully nudges Vicky who finally responds,
By Eloise Lovell Anderson5 years ago in Humans
Worlds Apart
Ham, Lettuce, no pickles. It is Sunday after all. Queuing in the bakery, the sun shines through the storefront and lands in the small of her back, feeling like a warm hug. Her long, thick dark hair gently sways side to side as she subtly dances to the music that’s playing. As Ted would say - any day that you’re lucky enough to be alive, is a good day.
By Stephanie Arnold5 years ago in Humans
HARRY
Saoirse was surprised to see an old Indian man sitting cross-legged under the arcade. He had a sitar across his lap, his straggly grey hair and beard flowed onto his orange, ankle-length kurta and he was writing in a small black notebook. When he looked up, his dark eyes met hers and he beamed radiantly.
By Graham Lester George5 years ago in Humans
The Space Between Suns
There were several different kinds of clothing I had never attempted to sew before. I was used to designing my own clothing: from day dresses to evening wear to coats and even nightgowns. I had sketchbooks full of other things: men’s suits, hats of every kind, shoes, and even children’s clothing. When thinking about my future, I had always pictured myself in Paris. I would start with a small shop of my own with a few dresses or coats in the window. And perhaps one day my designs would find their way onto bigger stages or into the hands of people who were proud of their names.
By Jordan Parkinson5 years ago in Humans
The Space Between Suns
In the end, they had arrested my father on a technicality. It didn’t matter that everybody knew what he had really done. They’d never catch him for those things. There wasn’t enough evidence. There wasn’t any evidence. So, I watched headlines swim before my eyes as the days wore on.
By Jordan Parkinson5 years ago in Humans
