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Sunshine on a cloudy day
“Mom! Is it true that bees are important?” He asked as his mother was unpacking the groceries into the different cupboards and the fridge.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg5 years ago in Fiction
Yes, Francis, I'll Go With You
“Mrs. Richard is dying. Please come up to the nursing home now to say your goodbyes,” said the Director of Nurses we had grown so close to over the past five years following my grandmother’s catastrophic stroke. She always gave us candy if we were quiet even though she was a loud, boisterous woman! I could hear her clearly through the telephone’s earpiece even though I was five feet away.
By Cate Rhys5 years ago in Fiction
Unfixable Things
Natalie sighed as she pulled a dented can of orange slices out of the made-from-recycled-plastic-bottles grocery bag and set it in the discard pile. Someone had clearly done a “spark joy” cleanout of their pantry and decided that whatever wasn’t good enough for them would certainly benefit the they-better-be-grateful Unwashed In Need Of Sustenance. Natalie guessed that a good third of the donations the food pantry received were inedible, unsafe, or already opened - and that the wealthiest, most eco-conscious households were the worst offenders.
By Dane BH5 years ago in Fiction
My Marigolds
When I was six, everything was full of color. The sky was always blue, the grass was never brown. But even when everything was bright, I knew the marigolds on our lawn was the brightest. Our marigolds shone brighter than anything in our little Mexican neighborhood, even the brilliant, scorching sun .
By And I am Nightmare5 years ago in Fiction
The Hero Of Alathena
‌ For‌ ‌many‌ ‌years‌ ‌the‌ ‌Bees‌ ‌of‌ ‌Alathena‌ ‌were‌ ‌rich‌ ‌with‌ ‌stores‌ ‌of‌ ‌honey,‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌female‌ ‌workers‌ ‌ would‌ ‌collect‌ ‌pollen‌ ‌and‌ ‌nectar‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌Sacred‌ ‌Marigold‌ ‌fields,‌ ‌they‌ ‌would‌ ‌then‌ ‌make‌ ‌unlimited‌ ‌ supplies‌ ‌of‌ ‌honey.‌ ‌The‌ ‌colony‌ ‌was‌ ‌well‌ ‌fed‌ ‌and‌ ‌they‌ ‌never‌ ‌struggled‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌winter.‌ ‌The‌ ‌ male‌ ‌drone‌ ‌bees‌ ‌would‌ ‌always‌ ‌make‌ ‌sure‌ ‌the‌ ‌hive‌ ‌was‌ ‌warm‌ ‌and‌ ‌comfy‌ ‌for‌ ‌their‌ ‌Queen.‌ ‌
By RWG5 years ago in Fiction
Memories
The attic was warm and dry despite the rain pelting against the little glass panes captured in the wooden, latticed window frames.
By Anne Ellis5 years ago in Fiction
GOLDEN SUMMER – The nightmare begins
INTRODUCTION It was a Golden summer with soaring hot temperatures of 35 degrees, its June 10th 1958 in East Pakistan in a town called Srimangal
By Jasmine Raymond5 years ago in Fiction
Marigolds and Clover
By a cruel twist of fate, the sun was shining and the birds were singing the day we laid Clover to rest. For the world, her death will have gone unheralded. No obituary would appear in the paper. Nobody would tweet how sorry they were to see her go or provide accolades of her accomplishments. No bard would sing of her feats, no epic saga of her adventures would be filmed, no Wikipedia article would be written about her life, and no queen would posthumously bestow upon her a ladyhood - if that’s the correct term. She was just gone, her life an insignificant blip on a radar, a true nobody in the history of the world.
By Phoebe Wilby5 years ago in Fiction
Kujo's Marigolds
“I can’t believe it’s been a year. Are you ready?” “Ready for what?” “Ready to visit his grave. It’s time. I want to plant some marigolds. I’ve put it off for too long.”
By Heather Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
Flowers on Wednesday
Nurse Angela stood at the desk it was Wednesday afternoon and that meant Phoebe’s sister would be visiting, she had come every Wednesday and Saturday for the past 6 months. Phoebe’s other friends even her parents didn’t come as often anymore. On Wednesdays though she bought flowers and Angela had the vase ready and waiting for her.
By Francesca Newman5 years ago in Fiction
Surviving then Living
Surviving then Living Michelle leaned against the fence and watched as Hannah carefully maneuvered her wheelchair through the gate and into the pasture. She tried twice before but lost her nerve. Third times a charm. She closed the gate behind her and made her way to her favorite spot under the pear tree.
By Kelly Deary5 years ago in Fiction
The Truth About Raising Twins
They say twins have a special relationship — a bond for life. Secret languages. Loads of inside jokes. A kind of telepathy even. Not true for my two girls. They were born just 14 minutes apart, but it might as well have been 14 years.
By Justin Streight5 years ago in Fiction