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Sunday Mornings
Sunday mornings were the most beautiful time of the week. Of that, she was convinced. An early riser: age no longer permitting the much longed for 8 hours of dreamful escape that it once had, she would awaken at first light and quietly make her way down the stairs to her kitchen, tiptoeing as if in an attempt not to wake the world as it lay paralysed and unconscious around her. Any sound that filled this silent world would not only be an annoyance but an unwelcome alert, commanding men, women and children across the globe to awaken into the panic of everyday life. But not in this house – a two story, forest-wrapped haven tucked away in the outskirts of another concrete jungle.
By Callum Wareing-Smith6 years ago in Families
The Count of Three
“Tom!” “What?” Tom yelled. “Tom!” “What is it?” he yelled again, then cursed under his breath. He ran to the window, hoping there was some other Tom around. Alas, his sister Lindsey was in the street, staring up at him. She waved, her normal way, so energetic — but she was not smiling. He waved back, slightly confused, but the ritual was the same as other times. She wanted him to get in the car.
By Trenton Anthony6 years ago in Families
Her first day training
Her dad was a Dragon according to the Chinese zodiac and she was rat. The two in their family we similar in stature, strength, and character. Also, according to the zodiac the Dragon and the Rat signs did not get along with the signs of her mother and brother. She did not know this until she started her martial arts path. As a child she liked to play outside, feeling the energy of the earth and the wind. She watched water in wonder of it's varying states and how it interacted with what was around it. She would hop from rock to rock testing her balance and agility, little did she know that this would all help a few years later. Her brother stayed inside on his computer and they never played together.
By Yuki Tanaka6 years ago in Families
The Last Divination
I. My grandfather, before he was hit by a truck, used to tell me stories about our ancestors in the mountains. For millennia, he claimed, they raised sheep in the same valleys, drank water from the same wells, and practiced the same traditions. It was, according to him, an unforgiving life: sometimes it rained until their huts were swept away, or their sheep were devoured by wolves. But as there was hardly anything to take from these poor shepherds and farmers—and because the mountains were considered to be impassable—they were rarely visited by armies.
By Willa Chernov6 years ago in Families
Hope Restored
Harvey was worried. Taking stock of his situation he was running out of food. He had four teenage boys, his brother and himself to feed, and as a single father there is only so much money to go around. Checking his bank account, he had approximately $25 to live on for the next few weeks and in order to get out to his customers in the remote places they sometimes lived (to service their receivers) he would need to fill his fuel tank before he got paid again (which would be after the holidays and the start of the new year.) To top it off, Harvey was not able to get his boys more than one gift each for Christmas this year. He had also missed out on signing up for the local program that ensures needy children get a better Christmas. He had heard about it too late and he was too busy taking care of things for his household and at work to be able to apply on time.
By G. R. Reed6 years ago in Families
Have You Thought of Foundational Things that You would Want to Give Your Children?
If you asked many in the age bracket of 45 and above, without a doubt, 40% (even much research confirms that if you google) might say they have regrets in life. They might say that they had done a few things differently or they have had a mentor.
By Ganesh Kuduva6 years ago in Families
Some Kids
Jimmy was a child with some anger issues and other behavioural problems. In the first grade, I remember him being the only kid in class that threw tantrums and beat on his desk with his fists. The teachers pretended not to notice. If he ever caught us snickering at his fits, he’d laugh and beat on the desk harder, reveling in the attention.
By Grant Whitehurst6 years ago in Families
Whispers of Cloves
“Phara, why can’t you be normal? Like everyone else?” What did that even mean? I’d usually press for clarification when faced with such statements. But not now. Not anymore. The responses never seemed satisfying. If anything, they left me even more confused about who I am and who I am meant to be?
By Pascale Joseph6 years ago in Families
