literature
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Mr. Smiles Adventurous Day
Mr. Smiles’ Adventurous Day By Samantha From Mr. Smiles’ Adventurous Day Mr. Smiles woke up to a bright, sun-filled morning. It is his favorite way to say hello and greet the day. He was a small man, but his big smile and positive attitude filled the room. He got ready in a bit of a rush, quickly showering and getting dressed. He did not have time to eat breakfast at home but planned to grab a sandwich at Lena's Cafe when he got into town.
By samantha from5 years ago in Families
The Love that Binds
It was time. She knew that if she didn't do it now, she would never be able to. Slowly, she made her way to the garage, pausing at the front door, casting an agonised glance over her shoulder at the pictures on the piano - memories of her children as teenagers, full of life, full of mischief and full of hope for the futures they would create. Their grins made her smile.
By Viktoria Staunton5 years ago in Families
Little Black Book
If I could’ve punched Olivia Day in the fucking face, I would’ve. I hate thinking of my best comebacks after the fact. It makes me want to have the fight all over again. I would’ve told her the only reason boys in school like her is because they know how easy she is. She’d sleep with any boy who gave her attention because she’s so fucked up from her daddy issues. Or I would’ve told her that her haircut is stupid. But instead, Olivia Day commented on me having two moms and you know what I said?
By Cheyenne Pajardo5 years ago in Families
The Petaridge Legacy
Jason Petaridge shuffled in his seat at the rear of the conference room. The estate’s lawyer insisted that his attendance was mandatory but did not indicate why. Jason was the family’s black sheep, and the recently-departed Philip Petaridge despised his grandson’s soft, liberal attitude.
By Gregory Cholmondeley5 years ago in Families
Squiggles
Lindsey climbed the last few steep steps before pausing to catch her breath. She furrowed her brow and put her hand to her eyes to take in the view from the Great Wall. It was her second week in China and her third month spent travelling. Around her, tourists bustled and took clumsy photos; silhouettes in the blinding sun. She took in the clean air and snapped a quick shot of the great, green mountains and valleys, carving out the ridges that bore the wall like a majestic crown of stone and cloud.
By Kathryn Slater 5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
As I jumped out, covered in dust, with a tremendous feeling of accomplishment, hubby couldn't help smiling when my massive dust-filled sneeze scared our poor dog "Chocolate," who must've jumped a foot above the ground. We all had a good laugh watching her expressions. That's when Rasna, my daughter, came running to me and almost grabbed the box from my hands. "What's is this box?" She asked curiously. "I have no idea," I replied, shrugging my shoulders while walking towards the family room. I continued, "it’s something Nani (Granny) left at our house. Then she got sick and passed away, and we forgot about this box.” Rasna screamed with excitement, “let’s see, Cmon,” and we sat on the deck and opened the box.
By Kavita Taluja5 years ago in Families
