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You don’t owe your parents anything, anything at all
You don’t owe your parents anything, anything at all. Let me show you what I mean. Even if they are the best parents in the world, you still don't owe them anything. Your parents chose to have you. Therefore, it’s their responsibility to raise you as best as they possibly can and be the best parents as they possibly can.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár6 months ago in Humans
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers
Gregory Stock’s The Book of Questions prompt — Do you feel you have much impact on the lives of people you come in contact with? Can you think of someone who, over a short period of time, significantly influenced your life?
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Writers
Stories with no faces
It was just a random day, nothing too pressing on my agenda, when I got a notification on Messenger. Curious, I checked my phone. It was a picture sent by my cousin—a photo of my paternal grandfather. I was honestly shocked. How had I never realized I had no idea what my grandfather looked like? Hell, I didn't know him at all. Someone so crucial to my existence was a stranger. But that's a story for another day.
By Maima Kiazolu6 months ago in Writers
When One Door Closes. Honorable Mention in The Second First Time Challenge.
“Shannon, say something,” Derek prompted. He was only standing a few feet away but his voice seemed so distant. The living room seemed to be tilting, she was going to fall. She grabbed the back of the armchair to steady herself. There was popcorn and an overturned bowl on the green rug. Had she dropped it? She’d need to clean it up before they left. And they’d need the bag. A course of action was formulating and bringing her back down to earth.
By D.K. Shepard6 months ago in Fiction
Spring Break (In Summer)
It’s been a while since I’ve published on here, and as bills continue to rise I was considering reverting back to the free version, but I would miss the community, so have decided not to. I must get my money’s worth however, and write something!
By Matty Long6 months ago in Wander
A Moment of Calm at the Farm with a drowning wasp !
A pig slept on warm hay, as if the world stood no chance against its slumber. Its back was turned towards me. His safety was never questioned. But who am I, and should I ever be trusted? It doesn’t matter because that pig had a safe home and would never be evicted. Eaten, but never evicted.
By Caitlin Charlton6 months ago in Motivation
Elaine. Honorable Mention in Leave the Light On Challenge.
The kettle hissed long before she remembered to pour it. The sound had always comforted her. It was unconventional people used to say. Technology had moved on. But she had liked the ordinariness of the steam pouring upward into the air. It slowed down the process. Made tea a ritual. It had become part of their routine. But tonight, she barely registered the familiar noise. It just didn’t belong in the silence of the night. Felt out of place somehow. She set down the cups, placing them lightly on mismatched saucers. The clink of porcelain refocused her for a moment. Breathe.
By River and Celia in Underland 6 months ago in Fiction
Singer with a Golden Voice
This singer came into the world as Concetta Rosa Maria Franconero, born in the Ironbound neighborhood of Newark, New Jersey, on December 12, 1937. Francis was one of the very first American artists to record her hit songs in multiple foreign languages. She meticulously recorded tracks in German, Japanese, Italian, Spanish, French, and several other languages, allowing her to connect directly with audiences in their native tongues.
By Rasma Raisters6 months ago in Beat
