family

Mrs. Hinkle's Barn
Mrs. Hinkle’s Barn When I was growing up in a suburb north of Detroit, Mrs. Hinkle and her housemate lived next door to us. My definition of “old” has changed since then, but even by my present-day standards I am pretty sure they were very old.
By Martha Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Still Standing
Veronica wore an invisible veil that covered her excitement as she walked back from Mr. Rays appraisal shop. The news she would share with her family had been baking in her belly for years. But how? Should it be over dinner? Her mind raced with perfect scenerios on how to unfold the truth about her families heirloom.
By Oandhi Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Isolation
14 March 2020 I was standing at the kitchen island when I got the text. Vivian: So sorry but it's happening, the virus got me. You’re all gonna have to self isolate. See you on the other side guys. Xx
By Michaela5 years ago in Fiction
The Cold Barn
The Cold Barn Waking up to a beam of sun burning through his eye lid, John could already feel the pain in his bones. Attempting to stretch his legs he felt his foot brush against his sister’s head. He could feel her begin to squirm around, because of his actions. I best get up John thought before I wake them all up. He looked around at his family all huddled together in the hay. He could see the snow coming in through every hole in the wood of this old barn. He walked over and moved a bale of hay out of the spot where there was a huge hole and headed through the snow towards the field. He could see that there was no hope for warmth today, because no one had dropped any wood into their yard. Some days other people in the village took pity on them and would give donations of food or wood, but this snow had made it so it had been many days since they had any sign of help.
By Deanna Williams5 years ago in Fiction
The Magician's Trick
“Dad, dad! Tell us the story! Pleaseee!” My son was pulling on my pant leg with beaming eyes, hopeful that I would tell the story to him and his two friends. I chuckled and nodded, “Alright, alright, sit down you little nugget.” I roughed up his hair, “I’ll tell the story.”
By Kahsia Solaire5 years ago in Fiction
The Road Home
Zap had reached that age, when a man has to do what he believes is right. He needed courage and endurance to follow the road ahead, that led to an uncertain future.
By Katherine D. Graham5 years ago in Fiction
Through the leaves
I loved the lattice print it could leave on the body of anyone who lost track of time. The lawn chairs were specially crafted by my Grandpa. It seemed like half his day was spent repairing, tightening, and cleaning the straps of nylon and plastic that decorated the metal frame. Each chair was slightly different. Only Grandpa could tell which visitor sat in which chair by the print it left across the bottom of their thighs and the tops of their shoulder blades. He named each chair after parts of a newspaper. We were the only ones that knew that Grandpa couldn’t read well. However, bringing Grandpa a small-town newspaper was the only way to sit in one of his beloved lawn chairs. When people would leave, he would say a section of the newspaper out loud followed by a crisp snap of a newspaper he pretended to read. The visitors would assume he was enjoying the freedom of the press. We knew grandpa was finding joy in noticing the marks from the chairs. If the visitors paused or attempted to talk to him he would say something like, “Nothing like a good obituary to make you appreciate life.”
By na’im5 years ago in Fiction
Anya’s Story
Anya stopped midway and the scene before her brought a flood of memories. “Mom, are you tired” asked a her 7 year old daughter Isabella.
By Rashmi G5 years ago in Fiction
Becca's Adventures
I zip past the old abandoned barn on my bike, tilting my head the way I always do, because it leans to the right. Everyone in town is afraid of this property, the children admit it, the adults pretend it doesn’t exist. All that remains of the family home is a scorched plot, off a country road, in the middle of nowhere Ohio.
By Heather Stanton5 years ago in Fiction
The Many Adventures of Dangerous Dave and Silly Steve
Chapter 2 - GOOAAALLLL! Steve and Dave decided they would walk to the beach, they didn’t really like getting in the car with Nan, she rarely wears her glasses so she tends to drive on the pavement a lot. There had been a few times she had ran over peoples prized flower beds, or uprooted a lamp post, the reason Scribbles only has 3 legs is an unfortunate accident with Nan’s driving. She accidently hit the postman once, Steve and Dave offered to deliver the rest of his mail as he had to go to the hospital. The postman gladly accepted their kind gesture and went off in the ambulance where he received treatment for a broken arm and bent big toe. Dave and Steve were very proud of themselves delivering all the rest of the mail, they had never been postmen before and found the whole experience very exciting. They had found it a bit confusing at first as the postman hadn’t actually told them where to deliver the mail (they hadn’t realised that you delivered it through the letterbox of the address on the envelope) but they came up with the most brilliant plan, they decided that they would deliver the mail to anyone that walked past, so they went all through the town handing out letters and parcels to people passing them by. They even gave a parcel to the homeless man that lived under the bridge he was very impressed with his new pair of trainers, they decided they would save the biggest parcel for Nan as she was very upset after accidently hurting the postman with the car. Nan was even more impressed than the homeless man with her parcel as she received a very fancy, rather large hamster cage, she had always wanted a hamster, there wasn’t a hamster in it however, Nan improvised and she now puts Scribbles the cat in there sometimes. Poor Scribbles. Needless to say, the postman not only broke his arm that day and bent his big toe but also lost his job as a postman, his boss wasn’t very happy that nobody had received their mail and he’d had lots of angry people ringing him to complain. Nan hadn’t been in when they had left for the beach because she was playing football with Norris. They were very relieved about this besides the car only had three tyres at the moment so that was definitely a recipe for disaster.
By Hannah B5 years ago in Fiction
The Many Adventures of Dangerous Dave and Silly Steve
Chapter 1 - Let’s go to the beach! Dangerous Dave and Silly Steve are best of friends, they live with Dangerous Dave’s Nan. She can’t hear very well and she likes to sleep a lot.
By Hannah B5 years ago in Fiction
Where the Heart Is
Casey pushed her way through the corn, the broad leaves brushing her shoulders and mocking her as the tears streamed down her face. Five years of mediocre crops and the bank was about to take her farm.
By LUCINDA M GUNNIN5 years ago in Fiction