family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
High Expectations
Why is it that on the days we need everything to run smoothly nothing seems to go quite right, or more accurately, everything goes every which way but right. It is 7am and my 2-year-old son is pulling on my eyelashes, trying to open my eyes saying “Mommy, Mommy breakfast please.”
By Portia Louise5 years ago in Humans
The Safe Ivory Place
Something had shattered. I had felt it looming for what felt like hours, days even. The gradual unravelling of my moorings until I finally came completely untethered. And then it just shattered, the slim, ceramic thread that had held me to the dock, the safe haven on which I teetered.
By Billy Green5 years ago in Humans
The Letter
The girl shut the door firmly behind her. It was made of shining oak and had a painted golden eye upon it that would watch her retreating form long after she stopped thinking about it. Outside the Reading Room, the sullen man who had shown her up through the long passageways, up twisting staircases, and around sharp bends, until the girl was certain they would never find their way back out, was waiting patiently for her. His grey face was no longer hanging in perpetual sadness but was filled with a bright warmth that had not been there when she’d been shut into the Reading Room. He took off down the hallway and the girl found herself half running to keep pace with him. Her Reading had been successful. The overly bright passage now seemed to have taken on a heavenly glow and the girl couldn’t help but smile gently.
By Saskia Reed5 years ago in Humans
Until the End
The breeze blew through my hair. A soft, gentle breeze, like that of one coming off the lake amid spring. I lay there under a tall oak staring at its immense beauty as if seeing it for the first, drowning out the noise around me. The buds have begun to blossom, giving color to its desolate bleak branches. It brought life to the tree, I thought.
By Daniel Murray5 years ago in Humans
Annulment
As the rain threatened his day off, Noah looked out the window once more, gently clenching the stem of his glass. His happy place would be invaded very soon; Noah’s cousin Bernard had been pestering him to talk. He figured meeting in a coffee shop half drunk and underdressed for any occasion was, quite literally, the least that he could do.
By James Éoghan Kenny5 years ago in Humans
The Revisit
In the middle of the sweltering and isolated desert, Dana stood there staring at the limitless view of dry land as a gust of breeze breaks the silence. The wind brushed her long, wavy golden locks into her face, slightly obscuring her view. Her eyes became fixated on a foreign rock formation that caught her attention because of how out of place it seemed amongst the flat, barren terrain. She felt intensely compelled with an irresistible urge to make her way over to the stone as if she were being pulled into it by some unseen force of gravity. This phase of curious attraction decreased as she approached it. Looking down at the ground beneath her feet, it was not difficult to notice a patch of disturbed loose earth that was equally inconsistent with the surrounding environment. The peculiarity of it all only managed to reignite Dana's curiosity. In an instant, she fearlessly stuck her hands into the loose sand-like soil when she felt something tangible. She retrieved two items; patting and dusting them off to reveal a quite ordinary little black book in pristine condition and a sizeable folded, brown envelope.
By Jasmin Tate5 years ago in Humans
The Unknown Inheritance
The glinting light from the window struck her hair creating a glistening copper glow. Callie shook her head in disbelief as the mobile banking app on her phone once again claimed that she couldn’t access her account. She let out a heaving sigh of sorrow as a tear of pent up stress rolled down her cheek. Rent was due and she needed to make sure that she had enough money in the account. Since it was locked again (from what she assumed was another bounced check), she’d have to take the time to stop at the bank on her way to work.
By The Schizophrenic Mom5 years ago in Humans
Letters From Cynthia
Cynthia was gone. That was all Zoe could think about as she stood in front of the large Victorian style house that she had once called home. A letter burned a hole in her pocket. It had come from Cynthia’s lawyer a week ago. Zoe’s latest tiny apartment had closed around her even smaller as her eyes flicked across the impossible words “Last Will and Testament...”. The house and $20,000, that was what she was left with. She would rather have Cynthia back. But the only way that would happen now was in her memories.
By Irene Benvenuti5 years ago in Humans
Mrs. Shady
On the day I agree to help Susie and Shady clean out Mrs. Shady’s house I realize my life is truly at a low point. Susie Peel and Ricky Shady, known locally as Shady, is Mrs. Shady’s youngest child. They are the type of people who take over when they arrive, eat all your food and use your phone when you are not around. Six weeks later you get a phone bill that takes a year to pay, and they are nowhere to be found. Susie and Shady come around once every couple of years and no one says a word. It is this type of town, secrets and smirks and sin. I gather my thoughts and make a mental list of pros and cons. I find this approach useful when I am about to make a bad choice. Lately I had been making many of those.
By 5 years ago in Humans
The Alchemist's Practice Chapter 2
The road from Sybold was well travelled because it was one of the central towns of the Julaein continent. After reaching the next town over and switching to another wagon headed to Mayel, things became quieter. And, in the quiet, often bandits struck. Thankfully Edric was spared such circumstances. His journey was unexpectedly uneventful, and he arrived in Mayel unharmed in two weeks and a few days.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Humans
A Letter to Ed
Lena was in disbelief about her fathers death, but the worst part was finding out that he lived so close to her while she spent years trying to find him and his family who never had a relationship with her or her mom. She never believed in miracles until the day the balloon crossed her path. A balloon with a letter attached to it that was written by his landlord, Roberto Gustavo Rodriguez. A humble and kind Mexican-American man who had two apartments he rented above his house. Lena’s father, Edward Bartnik, was a US Veteran that fought in World War II. He was never the same when he returned and when she was 17, he disappeared. Lena had spent over twenty years trying to find him. She knew something was wrong with her father, but she never asked or questioned him or his actions. She sat in her car in front of Roberto’s house crying. She was nervous to find out what Roberto had found as well as to read the details of her father’s tormented soul. Lena held Roberto’s letter in her hand as she reread it in pain. Her hands shook from a severe nerve problem that she needed surgery for, but couldn’t afford. She had spent all her money moving and looking for her dad so as a result, she opted for meds. However, the meds weren’t as effective. The letter read…
By Crystal Angeles5 years ago in Humans
