family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Overnight
Mason had never been to a funeral before. Let alone one being held for two people. But how many six-year-olds had? A lot of people came to give their condolences. All of them dressed in black and with unfamiliar faces. Everyone greeted Mason with warm affection. His face twisted with uncertainty after each foreign hug. Was he supposed to be happy to see them too?
By Azurai Lynne5 years ago in Humans
The Midnight Sun
The whole world feels hushed and still as we stand together on the pier and watch the sun sink towards the horizon. We’ve come all this way just for this moment, no more than a few seconds, maybe a minute. The sun will slip beneath the sea and then it will rise again, phoenix-like, to shine benevolently once more.
By Kate Hewitt5 years ago in Humans
Pens and paper
Yet another gloomy morning, the weather hasn’t been on the bright side these past weeks. The smell of freshly ground coffee infuses the air, its spicy and chocolatey aromas warming up Kyle’s senses. She brings the cup to her lips and takes a sip before licking the froth rushing down the side of it.
By Andie Emerson5 years ago in Humans
Left Behind
When the big man and nice lady picked me up from school, she said that my grandpa couldn't come to pick me up. I was nervous cuz Papa always picks me up after school. He would carry me on his shoulders into the gas station every day for a soda pop on our way home, and I would tell him all about my day as I tugged at his bushy white beard. It always felt super rough in my hands. We would go home and he would tell me stories of his adventures from his little black book. There wasn't anything on the front of it and he would never let me look inside. But he always had so many long stories about magical adventures, I figured it was magic too. There was no other explanation. I asked the nice lady why my Papa wasn't here, but all she would say is "He just couldn't be here right now." and put on a plastic Barbie smile. Her eyes did not carry the same energy though, they seemed dull or shallow. The big man was driving us somewhere now and he hasn't said a word at all the whole time. Maybe he was mad that he had to pick me up today. Maybe it would just be better for all of us if my Papa just picked me up.
By Anthony Derschon5 years ago in Humans
Little Black Book
As past events in my life began to unfold, I found myself losing grip on reality. 20 years of hardship and heroin led to the loss of my marriage, a relationship that I felt defined a huge portion of my life. We tried to make it work but when our 10 month old daughter passed whatever remained just crumbled.
By Tommee Samsara5 years ago in Humans
The Cadillac
The Cadillac by: benjamin murray jr Growing up Country, surrounding by the natural crops of the seasons were not bad for a negro boy of 1947. I had no dreams or desires, aspirations but to play, playing was my game and I felt no shame. Saturdays was going to town day (The Back Lot) where the real playing begin.
By Benjamin Murray5 years ago in Humans
A Thruppenny Bit
Her first real find had been a thruppence. It had taken a good hour or so of methodical plodding up and down between unkempt hedgerows before anything in the least bit exciting had happened, but it had all felt incredibly worth it the second she had spied the brassy coin in the dirt. To Rachel, kneeling in the soft earth damp from the morning drizzle, it was a real treasure. It hardly mattered that the coin was practically worthless or that it was barely forty years old. She had found it. That was all that had mattered.
By Philoctetes5 years ago in Humans
A Grandfather's Grandfather Clock
About 10 years ago, my aunt’s house was demolished by a tornado. I wasn’t there at the time, only arriving after the house had fallen and my Aunt Mattie had been released from the hospital. While we were there rifling through the debris, I had come across an old grandfather clock that had apparently fallen from the attic. It was just a regular, unexciting grandfather clock. But it struck me as odd as I had lived in that house since my parents died when I was six and I had never seen that clock. Aunt Mattie shrugged it off and just said that it had belonged to her father. Aunt Mattie said she hated the clock, but when Grandpa Charles died, she could not bear to get rid of it. So she had one of the neighbor’s sons bring it to the house and place it in the attic.
By Piper Perring5 years ago in Humans
