humanity
Humanity begins at home.
16th
The pizza looked like it was melting, not cooking. The cheese, that when frozen had looked at least remotely appetising, now looked like a bad special effect from a film from the 70’s. The mozzarella was slowly drooping over the side of the crust like a dying slug. But if you watch anything in the microwave for long enough you begin to question yourself. Darren was simply too hungry to care. It was close to 10:30 at night and his last meal was at 2. Since he’d arrived at his Dad’s place, he’d sustained himself only on water and a pint of coke from a bottle that had been squashed into the fridge door. The warped plastic had looked as flat and deflated as the coke tasted. Darren had searched high and low for something to eat. The egg box had been empty, the apples were bruised, the bread was hard and the butter was even harder.
By Matthew Curtis5 years ago in Families
8th
Darren felt like he could touch a cloud. He’d always wanted to know what one felt like. Was it like his pillow, or more like his favourite dog from down the street? In fact, he even wanted to know what a cloud tasted like. Darren imagined the tastiest cotton candy anyone had ever eaten. He was certain he’d be able to reach one. Every time his legs sprung up from the castle, he stretched both arms in the air as tall as he could. For the moment, he ignored the other kids jumping alongside him. He was determined to grab a cloud right out from the sky.
By Matthew Curtis5 years ago in Families
For Dad and my city at Christmas, Birmingham
Dad used to park the car near Broad Street; it was always difficult to find a spot. I recall my eagerness to clamber from the car and reach the market as soon as possible when I saw the fairy lights scattered along the skeletal branches of the trees lining the crowded pavements, people walking by the brightly lit pubs, steam filling the space in front of their faces as warm breath met icy air. The clubs and bars were thriving, shops packed, smiles everywhere. The city was alive, and it was beautiful.
By Daisy Bourne5 years ago in Families
514 S. 6th Street, #2
The mirror welcomed visitors to my grandmother's home, which was her mother's home, and her mother's mother's home. Many have gazed into the mirror with their ever-changing reflections as they aged. My grandmother and mother grew up in that house, where they were greeted on the right by the hall tree adjacent to the door leading to my grandmother's room, with the phone table on the other side of that door. On the left, the little table with the mirror above it stood next to the living room door, followed by the line of shelves filled with books. All would stop on their way out, check the mirror to make sure they were ready, and walk out, sometimes without returning for a long time, if at all.
By Nancy Nason Guss5 years ago in Families
The Neighbors
Lar is the Portuguese word for home. Where I am flying was my lar, but now it is their casa. House. A man. A woman. A girl. Familia. One day, if they stay long enough, if they bring joy into their house, if they share meals together, if they cry and laugh and shout, maybe then it will become their lar. Maybe then, the loss my heart felt will meet its equal in what their hearts have gained.
By Halle Choi5 years ago in Families
"We can do it"
The story begins in the small city of Bling; Bling has a population of 5,000 people, and it is miles away from the capital. Many in the town refer to this country as the hunger games; no one in the city of Bling can enter the capital if they do not have the financials or the ability to assist the wealthy in their gains. Jonicia's mom Jenna dreamed of going to the capital since she was a child. It becomes a reality with her child's birth and successful life cycle, regardless of the relationship between both parents. What are life cycles, you must be asking? It is the nine stages taken towards living within the norms of society: this tool allows professionals to explore the successful integration of their clientele. The life cycle is essential to share, as it highlights how one can derail but return to the tracks when willpower is present.
By Jessica A. Fox5 years ago in Families
Ghost-town.
My hometown lies smack-dab in the middle of a valley. It’s a soup-bowl filling with more and more people by the year, carved out of the Dark Peak over millennia. There are two winding roads that dip out of each side (the Snake Pass and Woodhead, that veer off towards Manchester and Sheffield respectively) scooping up city folk wanting the ‘best of both worlds’.
By Lauren Entwistle5 years ago in Families
Coffee
Coffee-Coffee Have you ever stopped to think about why coffee is so popular? I don't drink coffee. My husband drinks it all the time. A lot more than he should. My sister only drinks it on Saturday and Sunday. It makes her need the restroom. She is a teacher so she just leaves her classroom. As I researched the benefits of coffee I understood it more. Drinking coffee daily helps you be more energized, burn fat, and improve physical performance. It also lowers the risk of type 2 diabetes, cancer, Alzheimer's, and Parkinson's. It also says "coffee may even boost longevity." (healthline.com 13 Health Benefits Of Coffee based on Science) Some use coffee to explain a business. When you start a business you are the authentic ones. They may ask, "How do you take your coffee?" It means people like you for you.
By Kelly Vedder5 years ago in Families
The Holiday's 2012
During the holiday season, spending time with family; friends is something everyone does everywhere. Holidays are a time of sharing those special moments with people you love. The dinner was with everyone, enjoyed the good; food made by everyone who came. The dinner had a beautiful Ham, green beans, baked beans, macaroni salad, potato salad, mashed potatoes, and deviled eggs. Of course, there are enough leftovers for dinner tonight and possibly the next night.
By Tammy hopkinson5 years ago in Families
