family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Falling from the Sky
I For six days now, I have woken up at the moment of impact—drenched in sweat, but with every bone intact. I have dreams of falling from the sky. On a sweltering summer day, I coast on a breeze high above the sea, dipping and curling like a swallow. Yet in the moment I taste my freedom, a sudden tempest strikes from the clouds, and I fall to earth like Icarus. I wake before collision, but with an instant of phantom pain.
By Brianna Riggio5 years ago in Humans
A Life In Cents
She ran her fingers mindlessly along the porch railing, stopping every now and then to pick off old cracking paint. There was something deeply satisfying about this, as if it was the first step in making this place her own, she had the right to pick this paint. Who chose this blue? She wondered.
By Katia Shulga5 years ago in Humans
Repeat
March 1, 2021 I looked at my watch, reached out, and tapped the bell with a shaking hand. I had been in this lobby alone for 15 minutes; not wanting to seem rude, I made sure that at least one-minute passed between ringings. I didn't want anything to jeopardize my acceptance chances. More than once since arriving, I thought this must be a hoax or that they duped me; however, I couldn't bring myself to leave. I stood in the lobby shaking, occasionally crying, and gripping my little black book so hard my knuckles were white. Another minute, another gentle tap on the bell that read, "ring for service."
By Erika Thornton5 years ago in Humans
Well Done
My mother didn’t have much worth saving. Now that the funeral was over and everyone has gone back to their lives without her in it, I felt like starting the dreadful task of getting rid of her things. Maybe it was to stay in my pool of depression a little while longer, or maybe it was to start climbing out of it. This would probably be a lot less painful if I had siblings, or a father, but I didn’t.
By Shannon McHugh5 years ago in Humans
A dollar and a Dream
A Dollar and a Dream Chris is your average hard worker. Works two jobs to support his mom and siblings. Goes to work, plays basketball on the weekends and repeat. Really your average blue collar worker. Chris is the only person close to his grandmother in the family. Cut off for her streak of crime back in the day no one else would be bothered with her. So on one faithful night she passed and the family didn’t blink an eye. That is except Chris. Chris couldn’t eat, and called out of work two days in a row. He never missed a day in all his years at both jobs, which prompted coworkers assuming the worst to contact him all day. Chris told everyone he was just fine even though deep down he felt his heart breaking. He then receives a call, “hello Chris I was your grandmother’s lawyer, she didn’t have much but she left you her life savings. A little under $21,000.” Still sad Chris didn’t pay much mind to it. He worked so hard so he had barely any debt piled up. He went back to work and continued business as usual, starting to get in better spirits. He takes a picture of the cash he has and posts it on social media with the hashtag Ballin. Chris found it odd to have 100 likes in less than an hour as none of his other posts have even been close to that.
By Kaleil Washington5 years ago in Humans
The Space Between Suns
For several weeks after that, we heard of raids on various speakeasies around town. None of them were Chas’s, but each raid was worse than the last. It began to frighten me. In spite of all Chas did to reassure me, and all the confidence I did have in him, I knew all too well how shadows slipped through your hands. He wasn’t in the kind of business that you could keep a grip on. You always had to be ready for anything.
By Jordan Parkinson5 years ago in Humans
The Space Between Suns
Boston 1924 It was the time when we surrendered our lives to the night. When darkness fell over Boston the real world opened her wide, dark eyes and smiled. And she came to mingle with us in overlooked speakeasies full of glitter and gray smoke.
By Jordan Parkinson5 years ago in Humans
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK Stockholm, 5 years after What a depressing feeling, sitting here and realizing that I can't do anything to change the unchangeable. Nothing but Bill Withers serenading in the background, soothing me while I lick my deep wound like a cat fallen from the 10th floor after its eyes closed and fallen in afternoon nap enjoying life in a sunny day. But no, what is life at the end but a constant hesitation of joy and disappointment? Never take it too easy my friends.. You never know when you too can fall from the 10th floor taking a nap from the 10th floor. We humans like cats, can fall, get a slight injury and stand up again on our feet again as nothing happened. We are built to do just so. Are made to be stronger than glaciers, oceans, rocks and deserts. Our purest strength within our mind and soul. The weakest you are, the stronger and better chances you have to restart and leave everything behind you. Yes, what a discouraging beginning to such a beautiful and startling story. Leaving behind the Dostoyevskian affection, I will tell you about the day that changed my entire existence and the travel leading me to finding finally the essence of my purpose, my fate.
By Ghizlane Msaad Mghari5 years ago in Humans
An Empty world
Light shone through the window as if it was directed specifically to this one room, something was off about this light though, it wasn't bright, it had a dullness to it that seemed as though the life was being sucked from it as it entered. His dull and lifeless eyes scanned the room in search of one spec of hope that his life hadn't crumbled to nothing. But all he saw was an empty room with one rocky chair placed in front of the window, which faced out onto to the courtyard from the second-story of his once life enriched home. He didn't think that it was the roses or the sun his wife found so fascinating about this window, he didn't believe she was really looking at anything as she moved back and forth in the wooden chair.
By Lauren McGarvie5 years ago in Humans
