family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Clementine's Cache
At the top of a 49-foot pine, Clementine was able to see the entire land. She held tight, but never in fear. This was her place. Quiet, removed. Room, with a view. A warm breeze tousled her red hair across her freckled face. She squinted. She breathed in the scent of pineapple. Her arms warming in the late sunlight. Below, the land stretched away.
By Robert Lewis5 years ago in Humans
Stopped Clocks
Grandpa Micky always told us stories about Ireland. He told us that traditional Irish wakes were wild parties people would throw instead of funerals. That they’d last for days and the whole town would come. He said at these wakes you were just as likely to laugh and drink and dance as you were to cry or mourn.
By Jenna Washburn5 years ago in Humans
Two Generations Collide
The streets are bustling with intent and enormous conversations of weekend plans in New York City. I feel consumed by the noise yet seamlessly content. The warm golden sunlight reflects onto the sky rises so perfectly during this hour. I put my headphones in and transport to my own soundtrack thumping to my own rhythm. Finally, my first week as a new journalist at my dream job has been completed. I feel unstoppable, on top of the universe, my universe.
By Gabrielle Garcia5 years ago in Humans
Origin Issue
The radiator spits and pops and puffs beneath the single open window. Big torn holes in the screen seem to breathe the cool breezes that come in from the waning winter air. Mary shuts this window with more effort than one would think necessary. There is a large thud, then the temperature inside the kitchen rises by ten degrees.
By Michael Peters5 years ago in Humans
Memories
“So may we all remember Kyle Sumnthers, the most singular man in Fleetworth.” Lost in thought while driving, Lucille was annoyed at that strange lady, with a wiry voice, who spoke at the funeral earlier in the week. Was “singular” even a compliment? Uncle Kyle had been kind his whole life, possibly suffering from being a bit too plain, that woman didn’t seem to understand him very well. The U-Haul she drove barreled down a narrow road that seemed to degrade in quality the further she went. Strands of her neat golden brown hair bounced out of place. Lucille thought she had been close to Uncle Kyle, they’d been inseparable while she was young and even through her early thirties, she frequently carved out time for coffee with him on a weekly basis, but he’d only left her a small dilapidated house that felt more like a chore than an inheritance. It wasn’t her uncle’s primary residence, and nobody had even known the insurance liability existed until the lawyers contacted her for Kyle’s bequeathal. She already had a house; she had money, too, but receiving a small chunk of her uncle's hoard would have been less cumbersome than stripping all of his junk out of the decrepit building, and then trying to peddle it off on someone else. All her cousin’s received a check, or at least she felt fairly certain that was a safe assumption. Finally, she was able to put the truck in park, and paused to stare at the unextraordinary house.
By Quinton Jones5 years ago in Humans
