literature
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little black jackpot
John walks to his apartment around 5pm everyday. He places his briefcase behind the door and hangs his keys on the left hand side hook of the entrance. Along with his dog, Junie they are headed to the balcony to join his girlfriend Ann for a quick snack before dinner. However, on his way over, John finds Ann in the living room with a concerned look on her face and the telephone faced down on the coffee table next to her. John wondering what could’ve possibly happened, he rushes to console her, worried that she may have gotten some bad news over the phone. Ann quickly stands up and stops him from hugging her, she then explains to him that his sister, Nermacalled but she didn’t explain the details as to why she was calling. She said it was urgent and that John should call her back as soon as possible. John stares at Ann with a confused look on his face because he hasn’t spoken to any of his siblings or father since the passing of his grandfather especially after how things went when finding out that he had only inherited boxes filled with old books while his siblings received money and property. The eventful night ended with a heated conversation between John and his family about the choices he made in life, which resulted in John storming off and never seeing or speaking to his family again. The feud between John and Ann’s family goes twenty years back. John’s late grandpa, Robert and, Ann’s grandpa, Albert were business partners and really good friends at that, like many failed friendship, they’re business failed as well. Albert could never get over Robert leaving him in a fragile financial state. In addition to being at odds, they even went back and forth for years, threatening to end each other's careers.John’s family believe that Ann’s grandfather took it too far when he filed a lawsuit against their late grandfather Robert. John is really taken back by what his girlfriend is telling him. The telephone starts to ring and John and Ann are looking at each other, as John reaches out to answer the phone on the second ring. He answers and says “Hello, Nerma?” John answered with no hesitation, “yeah I'll be right there.”Ann asked John about what was going on. John responded by saying he had no idea and that Nerma said that it was important that he meet with her at his grandfather’s place right this moment. On his way out the door, Ann jumped in front of John, grabbed his head, looked into his eyes, and kissed him on the forehead, she then whispers into his ear “No secrets right?” “We are transparent about everything, right, John?”
By NamelessReads5 years ago in Families
A day in this world
Today is a day that I shall never forget. I woke to the alarm at 4:30 am as usual. I felt tired yet inspired. I dropped off the kids at work and drove back home; I saw the sun starting to light up in the horizon, I was still tired and headed back to bed. But I could not shake the feeling that I needed to do something different. I finally got up at 8:30 and headed to shower while the sounds of the birds outside made me feel like I was missing out on the best morning ever.
By Claudia Rodriguez5 years ago in Families
If
If I hadn’t slipped, this day would have turned out very differently. If the street cleaner had started just a bit earlier, there may have been nothing to find. If the rain from the night before hadn’t made the leaves treacherous underfoot, if the bus not been early, I would have got to school on time and it would have been a normal Thursday in the first year of secondary school.
By Terry Toolan5 years ago in Families
The Boneyard
"What does it matter who you are in your past or in your future if you are no one now." ,My Grandfathers sharp last words to me echoed in my mind as I stood in his tractor barn...wind blowing the loose tin panels above me up to rattle back down hard again. This place was deteriorating since his death. His impact on this world slowly fading away, we had already sold most of the equipment, Tractors, machinery, and various other farming implements from a lifetime of the honest and grueling work of supporting a family of 10 with peanut and cattle farming.
By caleb zammit5 years ago in Families
Lucky Sevens
Part I I was seventeen when I learned that my aunt Janice had won $20,000 on a scratch-off. It was after school and I was glued to the t.v. watching soaps. The phone rang but I was splayed on the floor with a bowl of cereal and didn’t feel like getting up. My mother answered in the next room. “Oh, hi Jan.” I turned my attention back to the show. A bellow broke the lull—“You’re kidding!” and in quick succession, “How much?” and “My Lord!” I bolted upright. I went to the doorway and tried to make eye contact but was shooed away.
By Michelle E. Maitland5 years ago in Families
One Million Times
I watched my grandmother cook a million times. She’d bake bread when she could have bought it. It’s what she’d always done. And weren’t we happier for it? I always marveled at how she could knead the dough with her frail arms. I tried, many times, and each time my arms gave out before the gluten could bond. She made wheat bread, rye bread, refrigerator rolls, potato loaf, and focaccia and sourdough and pumpernickel. Richness of the dark grains, light break of the crust, the structure so dense it seemed to defy logic that butter melted so well into its grained web. These bread recipes were all captured in a little black notebook.
By Heather Wyse5 years ago in Families
Water of Life
I have been on this all my life and again last night, I fell asleep dreaming about its wonderfulness and when I woke up, my skinny arm stretched to reach the glass of water. I am here, naked in the depth of this old apartment as it became quite cold on Atlantic Avenue.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Families
Little Black Book
I felt the same way they did. Looking for the answers to the same problems, but I was not traveling to three countries in three months or hiking the Pacific Crest Trail to find answers. I had a family to care for and a job that made it possible. So what about the rest of us that feel lost or stuck without time off to adventure away?
By Marion Ray5 years ago in Families
The Dreamer
In the dry south of Italy, in a small town in Calabria, a small boy with dark curly hair skips along the stone path, painting each stone a different color as his foot touches it. The sidewalk comes alive as he travels down the path to the bakery. The baker leans out of the window, waving vigorously to the boy and he waves back. He gives the baker three euros in exchange for a fresh loaf of bread to bring his family.
By Madison Tyler5 years ago in Families
