family

Gone ... Flying
Nothing felt freer than flying. Being one with the wind and the sky, and going anywhere you wanted to go. Jayda thought she would fly forever, and she was well on her way until her accident. Well everyone said it was an accident, but deep in her heart she knew it had been deliberate. Let’s start from the beginning.
By Ashleigh Holmes5 years ago in Fiction
Family
The knuckles on her right hand, cold without its mitten, creaked as they rummaged through her purse. Old receipts, a foggy mirror, two pennies and a dime, and at last her grocery list on a piece of crumpled paper. Margaret, owner of the hands and the purse and paper, eyed the list once again before stuffing it back into the purse and hurriedly pulling her mitten back on. For some 40 years of adulthood, a Sunday grocery list had been her steady companion at the grocery store. Except that today wasn’t Sunday it was Tuesday.
By Hillary King5 years ago in Fiction
To my Dad
‘And his father was a farmer before him, and his father a farmer before him…’ and on and on rattled the overused sentiments and stories Dad had been forcing down my throat for years. It broke his heart that I, his only son, was going to university to be an accountant, rather than take up the mantle of managing the family farm. Most parents would be so proud of their son for choosing to go to university, being accepted, and wanting to become an accountant, but for my dad it was a ridiculous notion. I never felt that I was good enough, and now who was going to take over the day-to-day duties, and the long-term life of our family home? Maybe I did let him down.
By Alax M5 years ago in Fiction
Emerald and June
Emerald died on March 28th, 2018. He was the pride of the whole city. Everyone loved to see him, and when he was sick and staying indoors near the end, it led to many people from all over the state rushing to visit him. There wasn’t a single Bronx native or even people from adjacent boroughs who didn’t know Emerald. Although it sounds like twenty-four years old is young, he lived an exceptionally long life for a Malayan tiger.
By SW5 years ago in Fiction
Backyard adventure
“Where are you going?” Zara was nervous walking in the dark and not knowing where they were going made it worse. She needed to be reassured.
By Gina Solomon5 years ago in Fiction
Requiem of a Pear Tree
“I remember well the kids first day of school. They came out of the house all spit and polished with every hair in place and faces shining with anticipation. So happy to be on their first step to adulthood. Of course, they didn’t think about it like that, but it was that indeed. Adulthood comes way too soon for many and not soon enough for others. I wonder why that is?”
By Jimmy Martin5 years ago in Fiction
Ten more minutes
"Ten more minutes," Emmi cried, nuzzling her head of curls into my shoulder. "No, Emmi," her mother denied, "it's time for bed."
By Jasmin McCardell5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light
Jack Summers stood temporarily frozen in the bitter wind. Harsh winter rain whipped at his face as he gazed upon what used to be his family home. He had been stood there for some time, lost in the depths of trepidation, barely aware as the day turned to dusk and street lights flickered to life.
By Sian N. Clutton5 years ago in Fiction
When Winter is Over
“When winter is over, I’ll take you there,” she said, pointing at the frozen pond about half a kilometer from the cafe we were in. “We go fishing.”
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
The Green Match
The swipe of a green match. The hiss of its green flame. The same light illuminating the space before me. “Finally.” I whispered. After going through almost half the box, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to strike any and I’d have to go back to the farm and get another box of matches.
By Abigail Dorothy5 years ago in Fiction
The Myth of Love
Love is the primary topic of movies, songs, books, and most major family dinners during the holidays; but is it something that we should yearn for?
By Mae McCreery5 years ago in Fiction
The Fruits of Freedom
“Your father loved you, Alice. He truly did. Don’t you understand that?” My mother exclaimed, rather suddenly and with a hint of frustration. I never understood why she continued to try to mend the wreckage of his life that he left behind for us to clean up. Hadn’t she had enough? Shouldn’t she be celebrating? Her face reflected a twinge of madness within, her eyes wide like an owl watching the horrors of the forest at night. Her hair was almost as frayed at the ends as her spirit was, leaving me with an uneasy feeling of pity within my stomach. I promised myself that I wouldn’t empathize with her or argue over this. Not today. However, for my younger sister Adele’s sake, I pushed back.
By Jilly Amann5 years ago in Fiction