family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

Childhood of Nightmares
Many times, writing is an expression of emotion, a way to guide through your memories and share your experiences with others, or a recollection of what has happened or may happen. Here’s a brief story of my experiences, and how I felt at the time.
By Connor Lenhart5 years ago in Humans
The Burden of Bitcoin
I would never amount to anything. Years and years of my life spent developing this ‘pet project’ would all be in vain. Dad always reminded me. I could be married with kids and living a simple life in the suburbs. Mom always wanted that for me. It felt like the world around me didn’t understand what I was trying to create. Their lack of imagination for the future made them brush me off like a naive twat. They laughed at me from the sidelines, berated me in headlines, and desecrated the sanctity of my beliefs.
By Laura Leung5 years ago in Humans
Dream Chaser
Edwin sits, frantically studying his finances, thumbing through bill after bill trying to figure out how to manage what he sees as the opportunity of a lifetime to study music if he can afford it. As time goes by, that goal seemingly beyond reach, he decides to give himself a mental rest break and picks up his journal to begin the lyrics of a new song he had been running through his mind. As he picks it up, he notices the rough shape his book is now in, far from it was when he came across it, a mysterious little book that somehow ended up mixed in with his school things with the only information in it the words “Dream Chasing” along with the date March 18,2001 written the the faintest of pencil marks.
By Michael Goins5 years ago in Humans
A New Balance
I was fourteen years old when I found out good people do exist. They're not a fairytale like I'd believed. My father wasn't the most polite man on the planet and he certainly didn't believe in kindness. He was brash, unforgiving and made it clear the only person we could ever trust was ourselves. I came from a family that didn't hug or say I love you. We didn't dare rely on each other let alone someone outside of the family.
By Ashley Varner5 years ago in Humans
Friends and Family are Overrated
“Don’t talk to strangers!” Remember your parents’ #1 chant in your childhood? You were to strictly maintain proximity to them or their whitelist of trustworthies — everyone beyond that radius was potentially malicious.
By Mutasim5 years ago in Humans
Which One
It is often the simple gestures that are easily overlooked. It is easy to take for granted something that is practically seen everywhere, but not often as deeply contemplated as it should be. The best example would be the picture shown above. The only reason I gave any second looks to this two-year old picture is because the complex thoughts about a topic like good deeds, is what sparked my decision to look twice at this photograph and really think about the fundamental question a topic such as this brings to mind: Am I a good person?
By Camila Marte5 years ago in Humans
Ruth
This is a story about a lady named Ruth, she had a typical childhood born into an Australian family during the latter part of the second world war and raised in rural South Australia. Although not much is said about her early years, we can assume that born at the end of the great depression and the second world war that life would have been happy but frugal. Life would have revolved around school and farm life during the week and church and family on Sundays. Ruth grew up and met Daniel through her local church group as communities were small and people didn’t travel far very often. Ruth and Daniel got married younger as was normal at that time and lived on the family farm in the Murray Mallee. The farm was large but not well established, much of the land they cleared themselves and the homestead was an old stone house with wide verandas and hanging gum trees but without air conditioning or modern conveniences.
By Rachel Mattiske5 years ago in Humans
My battle
I remember as a child I always prayed because we grew up with many with many different teachingsin my family. Even with all the toxicity and dysfunction faith was strong. They somehow believed and taught us to look to him when lost. As a child growing up I could not understand for the life of me why did was I chosen to go throw all the things that were happening to me. As an also sent it just got worse, I can say that I had lost faith and hope. I thought to myself how can someone that is so good, can let a child live a life like this. How can someone hear my cries and not help me, then at sixteen I wanted it all to end.
By Raven5 years ago in Humans
Silence is so freaking loud.
1 This city was built for lonely people, just like you and me. Sure you’d see hundreds of people cuddling and kissing on the road. Yet, thousands of people are fastened with their phones, their books, their hand’s snuggles in their pockets.
By Sky5 years ago in Humans
Never lose
“Sometime’s the light at the end of a dark tunnel isn't a light, but instead a random act of generosity.” As a twelve-year-old life never seemed fair, the way others had so much but they took everything for granted and how I and my family would struggle to know if we would have enough food to last us for the next few days.
By Priscila Sera5 years ago in Humans
A good deed gone forgotten
I squandered my childhood on raising my brother, on saving my bio mom time and time again. I miss what could have been to this day, but I wouldn't change a thing. Despite being destroyed in the process I wouldn't want to change a thing about the events that transpired. I allowed my brother enough room to grow in my wake, while keeping my bio mom alive for long enough to get her out of that house.
By L.D. Malachite 5 years ago in Humans
Missing the Link
At night near Choctaw’s Atchafalaya “Long River” the songs of some three hundred species were usually as constant as the fog. There has only ever been one night on record where each of those animals remained silent for nearly three minutes.
By Kathleen Hair5 years ago in Humans