Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Families.
Sonna's Flower
There once was a family who lived in a small cottage away from any other human. They grew their own vegetables and made their own clothes. Everything was quiet as the family grew by a small girl with the name of Sonna. Her hair was as yellow as the sun with eyes that glowed underneath the moon. As she lived in the stone cottage of books and gardens she fell in love with growing her vegetables.
By Julie Angleton6 years ago in Families
Black Raven
The snow falling since early morning was slowly transforming the view from her window. A white blanket of fluff covering the branches, the hedges and the street created a dreamlike scenery. Her gaze was fixed on the dancing snowflakes, she felt numb and tired. The knocking sound coming from the door brought Daniella’s attention back to her one-bedroom appartement. She glanced around, feeling unsure about whether she would be answering. Her eyes were puffy and red, she was not expecting anyone, and she was certainly not in the mood for company. The visitor kept knocking, insistent. She slowly made her way to the door, opening it to find a stranger standing before her. He immediately shoved a letter towards her, turned on his heels and headed towards the staircase leading back down to the front door. No hello, no goodbye, quite rude she thought.
By Sonia Langlois6 years ago in Families
Penniless
“Where is the key?” Myrtle looked at her older sister as she approached the door. “I have it here. Her friend, Karen I believe is the name, sent it to me yesterday.” Bertha responded as she rummaged in her bag for the key. “Here it is. Hope this doesn’t take too long.”
By Joyce Tallman6 years ago in Families
Walking Four Miles When I Was Six
When I tell people I walked four miles a day to attend school when I was six years old and living in Mississippi, they usually roll their eyes and say “sure” as if to say, “I don’t believe you.” My mother and father were teachers who insisted their children get a “proper schooling.” As the nearest parochial school was two miles away from the tiny four-room house the eight members of my family were crammed into, walking to school became de rigueur. No matter the weather condition, my four older siblings and I walked to school – over twenty miles a week round trip. I would have liked to ride a bus to school, but the parochial school did not bus kids at the time.
By Hyacinth Andersen6 years ago in Families
Leather Jacket
The air in my parents’ attic carried the scent of our family, of decades spent in the house built on what had once been an orchard. It was the must of old books, the brightness of elderflower tonic, the funk of cucumbers pickling in the kitchen. It was the condensed aroma of our life together, and I would have bottled it if I could have. Sitting on the unfinished wooden floor, surrounded by my father’s possessions, I struggled to keep my mind from wandering through days gone past. Mementos from events I hadn’t thought about in years passed from their cardboard prisons into my hands and then to their assigned piles, sometimes with ease, sometimes only through the grace afforded me after several minutes of pondering.
By Kristy Ockunzzi-Kmit6 years ago in Families
Ancestral Gifts
Ancestral Gifts I grew up with little in the way of family. My mother grew up in foster care, and my paternal grandmother passed before I was born. While I knew my paternal grandfather, he lived far away; I only saw him once or twice a year. The only child of only children, I was often alone and became self-reliant. I knew there would be no one else I could depend upon in life, so I looked to myself for answers.
By Tracey Heisler6 years ago in Families
Treasure Hunt
When the events in this story were about to happen, Bo wondered what had gone wrong with his life plan; especially because everything was “fine”. He had a comfortable life and a healthy family, a good job and no debt. But the feeling that something was missing would not go away. Life was okay, but extremely boring. Nothing was wrong, yet his life felt dull. There was a constant pit in his stomach. Probably too much gluten, he thought.
By Cris Farias6 years ago in Families
