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A Christmas I Don’t Remember Forgetting
There was poop and pee everywhere. On the floor, on the couch. Even a day later, and after a good cleanup, I was still finding poop in nooks and crannies. It even haunted me in my dreams. This is not a good way to start a story, I know, but given the theme of this writing challenge, I thought it best to give a preview where this is going. The events of this disastrous holiday gathering began so innocently, and as a result, I never could have foreseen such a revolting aftermath.
By Ghostface Writer4 years ago in Families
Yellow Shirt Girl
In my family, Thanksgiving is always quite the ordeal. There are so many people in my family that it’s always a really large gathering, but it’s usually the same people who attend it every year. Cousins, siblings, grandparents, and even some of our more distant relatives all join together at my great aunt’s large home, where we host a potluck brunch and everyone brings their favorite dishes. We gather around to watch movies and eat as many helpings of food as we can fit in our stomachs. However, a few years ago, we had an unexpected guest.
By Brenna Williams4 years ago in Families
Look Mom, Santa Brought a Skylight. Runner-Up in Tales of Hearth Challenge.
It was just after sun-up on a bright Christmas morn, and I was still dreamily snuggled in my bed. Awoken suddenly by a loud crash, my immediate assumption was that our cat knocked down the Christmas tree – again. My belief in that scenario was heightened when the first thing I saw as I tossed the covers aside in the new dawn morning, was said cat skittering toward his under-the-bed sanctuary as fast as his little ginger legs could carry him.
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Families
Single Kenyan Moms Blamed For Children's Behavior: Not Poverty, Polygamy, Gender-Based Violence or Untrained Teachers
During Covid-19 lockdown in Kenya the incidents of gender-based violence grew out of control. Hundreds of Kenyans ended up on the streets, many with their children to escape violence in their homes. So much so that BBC filmed the famed documentary in Kenya about the high rising incidents of gender violence.
By IwriteMywrongs4 years ago in Families
Being Far Away For Christmas
Both sisters were born in Hungary to the same mother. They had different fathers. This story goes back many years. If I recall correctly, it was close to 25 years ago. Give or take a few years. This story covers two continents, two countries that are very far away from each other. The Christmas story also involves two sisters. One of the sisters is me. It was Christmas time. One of the sisters had moved to another country with her husband and young son. She was older by 18 years. I am the older sister. It was time to celebrate Christmas in Hungary. It was time to Celebrate Christmas in the United States as well. Christmas celebrations always included the whole family coming together and visiting each other on Christmas day. The two sisters lived together before the move happened.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Families
Busting Balls
He had many nicknames, but usually preferred to be addressed as Red Power Ranger. My blonde-haired, blue-eyed, cherub of a brother was born the year I turned thirteen. His name was Gabriel – like the Christmas angel – and he sometimes believed he could fly.
By Holly Pheni4 years ago in Families
