family

A Murder of Crows
A Murder of Crows Tommo, Thomas really, but Tommo is his preferred choice of name, leaves his place of work after a hard day of toil. It is a ghastly factory in an even more ghastly area, but it pays the way in the world. First, he is on the small machines and then, at the hands of a malicious foreman who thinks he should do better, the big machines. The ones that really test you, ones you are only supposed to work for a couple of hours but no, his boss sees to it he is on that bastard for the last five hours of his shift, despite his hands bleeding from his previous three hours. At this point he couldn’t care less as he knows the sunshine will be in his life soon, just as soon as he completes the five-mile walk from factory to freedom. Sometimes this life will do, it is not so bad.
By Simon Morrell4 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Magic
“Mom, Mom! Please, can I?” Six-year-old Jimmy jumped up and down in front of their Christmas tree pleading with his mother to let him sleep next to it that night which happened to be Christmas Eve.
By Caroline-StoryGirlCA4 years ago in Fiction
The great eagle and the little cricket
It all began on a cool summer day. Little cricket was always scared of countless things, always afraid he would be laughed at. He never dared to do things like the others. As cricket grew, he remained scared, always pulling what courage he did have from his friends. He could never jump on his own, always looking for help from others.
By Caleb Edmonds4 years ago in Fiction
When Daddy Isn’t There
“Shit!” Rasheed Blaire pulled his hand back quickly and flicked his wrist frantically to try and abate the pain. He had burnt his finger on the stove while preparing breakfast for his little sister.
By Bella Hill4 years ago in Fiction
Claude
It was only after my little sister began to lose her hair that she asked us to dig up our dead bird. But that took almost two months. Every visit we paid to the clinic the doctor asked her to tell him what was wrong, to tell him what hurt. And Gracie, perched fragilely on the edge of the examining table looking pale and lost in a giant paper gown would chirp meekly, “Nothing.” or “I don’t know.” And every time upon hearing this refrain the doctor would scratch his two days’ worth of stubble with the end of his pen and pretend to study her medical chart.
By Ess Lee4 years ago in Fiction
Grandfather
It was the kind of snow that wafted in the air currents like the white fur of a dandelion as summer breathes its last breaths. Mostly silent as it fell, yet it seemed to have a weight to it. The snow blanketed the earth around him, covering the recent signs left by animals in the forest. It would guarantee that any tracks he saw would be very recent.
By Jordan Gonzales4 years ago in Fiction
The Angels Are Upon Us
Mom is fond of saying the angels are upon us every time something good happens to us unexpectedly. Last week, we were in the kitchen peeling yams on wooden stools with the door wide open because there was no light and it was stuffy. Using her arm to wipe the sweat off her face, Mummy had said, 'It's too hot. I hope they bring light soon' and on cue, the ceiling fan began to move and the fluorescent lamp buzzed twice before switching on. She had sighed in relief as she dropped the yam she was holding in order to enjoy the soothing breeze of the fan above us. The pores on our skin were on fire and like water, the breeze had quenched the flames. Mummy looked at me some seconds later before she smiled and said, 'Ah, the angels are upon us.'
By Alake 4 years ago in Fiction
His Time Machine
Dan was never the sort of man who discarded items just because they were out of style. The radio worked fine, and so it stayed on the nightstand on his side of the bed throughout many years of our marriage.
By Paula Shablo4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky:002
Dear God, A common thing between families is that they always talk about their children’s birth history. About how happy it is, how tragic or funny, or how one of the parents passed out. I think this history keeps families together and creates happy memories that will keep them strong when the bad moments come, with life starting becoming so real, so cruel.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction
My Mom's Tale: If Things Were Different
Have you ever taken a tragedy of your life and daydreamed about how it could have been different? I'm about to do just that because these are the "what ifs" that lurk in my thoughts and inject me with the venom of guilt. These are the thoughts that keep me up at night. What could I have done differently that day?
By kasey gresham4 years ago in Fiction
Dead Beat Dad
positive Positive POSITIVE BANG! BANG! BANG! Sonia and Toni yelled in child’s play. Imitating their favorite videogame.
By Grizzly Gentleman4 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky
Dear God, I don't know how to do it. I don’t even know why I’m doing it. Maybe it’s because I’m lost. Or because I’m drowning in my thoughts. Or because I need to talk to someone, but I don’t want to talk to my brother at this moment, not right now at least. Either way, I need to talk, to get the words out of my head, out of my heart.
By Qu3zia V3iga4 years ago in Fiction