family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Fight Me
Navy shut her eyes tight hoping that if she squeezed them tight enough, the present moment would disappear. She pictured that day on the back porch, after the boy on the playground pushed her down into the dirt. She pictured the uneven rhythm of her feet hitting the sidewalk as she ran towards a blurry vision of home, squinting through the sting of the sand rubbing against the insides of her eyelids.
By Kandice Moorman5 years ago in Humans
Tango Mango
The pain she felt was unbearable. Sinking to her knees, Maggie’s body contorted into her smallest physical expression since the day she was born. Unable to comprehend, the woman's heart that had dotingly cared for her every moment since, would beat no more.
By K. May Hyde5 years ago in Humans
Grounded Dreamer, Realistic Idealist.
A child is born. At a certain time, on a certain day, in a certain place. Why can’t that mean something? Astrology is a funny thing. For some, it’s a lifeline; for lost, trouble souls, those who feel unknowable, filled with a deep, gaping void. Around them is only more unknown – empty eyes, empty faces, filled with that same void. So they look to the stars for answers. The position of the moon, the orbit of the planets.
By Bella Nerina5 years ago in Humans
Bonding Beyond the Grave
Bonding Beyond the Grave It sure as hell wasn’t going to be an average day when my father, whose been dead for five years, e-transferred me one million bucks. This was soon followed by a small black Moleskine (express delivery, nice) with the first page reading in bold magic marker, THIS MONEY IS NOT FOR YOU, BUDDY.
By Sam Nassar5 years ago in Humans
King, The Man.
New York City, 1995 "...when you remember me, remember who I was - let go of who I became. When you speak of me, say the second thing on your mind. When your heart buckles under the weight of the past, recall how I held you and nurtured you before time consumed my heart".
By Muhammad Oleolo5 years ago in Humans
'When you do dance'
“That looks like Downton Abbey to me.” Two teenagers stand gawping at the gates of the regal, cream, brick building of the Royal Ballet School, situated in the lush green of Richmond park. Anya continues talking to her friend Vicky who is still mesmerized, “I can't believe you dragged us all this way though! Oi, Vic, I'm talking to you!” She playfully nudges Vicky who finally responds,
By Eloise Lovell Anderson5 years ago in Humans
Worlds Apart
Ham, Lettuce, no pickles. It is Sunday after all. Queuing in the bakery, the sun shines through the storefront and lands in the small of her back, feeling like a warm hug. Her long, thick dark hair gently sways side to side as she subtly dances to the music that’s playing. As Ted would say - any day that you’re lucky enough to be alive, is a good day.
By Stephanie Arnold5 years ago in Humans
HARRY
Saoirse was surprised to see an old Indian man sitting cross-legged under the arcade. He had a sitar across his lap, his straggly grey hair and beard flowed onto his orange, ankle-length kurta and he was writing in a small black notebook. When he looked up, his dark eyes met hers and he beamed radiantly.
By Graham Lester George5 years ago in Humans
