humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Book
It was another hot and humid winter day in Los Angeles, My mother and I had resorted to buying storage units at auction in hopes of possibly pocketing a profit with the units unknown contents. This last storage unit we purchased was a hail mary, it needed to have at least twelve hundred dollars inside it to cover the rest of our rent and outstanding bills. After haggling with the auctioneer and other people we ended up purchasing the unit for two-hundred dollars more than we wanted but again we needed to make a profit and as soon as possible. The moment we purchased it, I stepped inside the compartment scanning its contents quickly as we still had to pay auctioneer at his office. As I scanned, I noticed a large amount of what seemed like office equipment, filing cabinets and what seemed like an American flag on a stand tucked away in a corner. In a sarcastic tone I proclaimed “what a great deal this was” and “to go get the paperwork to get this done as soon as possible.” As I followed the owner and my mother toward the exit, I noticed this old workbench with two cardboard boxes atop it as I passed it I saw what was an old black book about twice the size of todays smart phones. With out any real reason too other than that I like books to draw inside. I picked it up without looking at it as I thumbed the pages and felt the leather strap that bound it and put it in my back pocket on the way out.
By Wes Cunningham6 years ago in Families
Short story compilation
Look at that picture... ...what do you see? I straight up see death! Haha okay, I may be a little bit overdramatic. The picture is actually pretty nice. I love the beauty of the earth and the perfect camera shot of this wave, it's satisfying and majestic. Have you ever ridden one? It's really fun! The breeze of the wind feels liberating as it pushes you back while the wave is moving you forward. I don't want to bag on something so serene. But I do want to raise a concern by sharing 3 stories that will help me convey a gentle warning for anybody planning to go to the beach.
By Mahonry Franco6 years ago in Families
Checks and Balances
Here is a riddle for you: What's black and white and read all over? If you're thinking of "a newspaper" then, I'm sorry, but you're wrong. Or at least you are now, as I was not too long ago. That was before a woman strolled into my workplace, before I was gifted with an unexpected surprise, and before I realized my whole life has been a lie.
By Scarlett Brooks6 years ago in Families
Sara and The Little Black Notebook
Sara didn’t mean to drop the jar of spaghetti sauce on the floor, but the manager and the nosey onlookers' faces said it all. She did not belong here—in this market or this town. Patience had been growing thin with her presence in this town for a little shy of a year. It had become more difficult for her to smile and bear with the dirty looks and whispers behind her back.
By Nancy I Bagley6 years ago in Families
The Book That Saved Our Lives
Friday morning was beautiful. The sun was bright and warm coming through the windows. We saw a heavy coat of fresh white snow that had laid the night before. After having our morning coffee, we decided to wake the kids to go play in the snow.
By Kelly Loss6 years ago in Families
The Bucket List. Top Story - February 2021.
Wool socks… a couple of plaid flannel shirts… jeans… a single burner camp stove… night goggles… hiking boots… legal documents, lots of legal documents. Newspaper articles telling of the undercover sting operation that laundered money for people who brought American dollars back in exchange for prime Canadian hydroponic weed… an old passport… a driver’s license in someone else’s name that I hope he didn’t kill anyone for.
By Coranne Creswell6 years ago in Families
Blood Ties
At five years old, my hands were flayed against sharp stones on a dirt road that was just as much a part of my blood as any family ancestry. Dirt pressed into wounds and snakes of red dripped from broken skin, infecting the ground beneath me so it too looked like it bled. The black dog chasing me skidded to a stop, panting and slicked with sweat. The distant sounds of my aunts and mother were too far away and the dog too close and so tears and black spots crowded my vision until the trees lost their leaves and the sky became earth.
By Sarah Penney6 years ago in Families
Evicted
Kara jogged up the graffiti-splattered steps of the run-down building. She was exhausted after her shift at a job that demanded too much and paid too little. The mile walk each way on a granola bar and a muffin pilfered from a customer’s half-eaten plate hadn’t done much to restore her energy. But she already knew there was no point in heading towards the elevators. Those had never worked. Kara stole a glance at her watch.
By Lady Coy Haddock6 years ago in Families
Buried Treasure
Reggie Somerville was somewhat of an oddity. He had always been an eccentric, but the current world he was occupying made his existence an antiquation. He had settled into island living almost twenty years before, when he and his wife, Moira had retired. (This was at a time when retirement was still possible.) It was everything they planned until it wasn’t. Moira had gone too soon, and Reggie was lost. He had tried the usual things to reacquaint himself with the society in which he now found himself. He frequented coffee shops, soon learning that sitting with a coffee and looking out at the world was a thing of the past. Now people nursed strange concoctions known as pour overs, and allowed the world to pass them by behind the glow of a screen. The island he had known was swarming with hipster aliens and he didn’t enjoy their company one bit. Instead he sought solitude outside, losing himself on hikes or kayaking expeditions. His sons had told him he was too old to be gallivanting off without letting one of them know, but what else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t stay at home, sitting across from Moira’s empty chair all day. When Reggie had fallen on one of his favourite trails, realizing all too late that he had left his phone on the nightstand he thought that perhaps his sons were right. After thirty-two hours on the side of a mountain waiting for the next hiker to pass him by it was a foregone conclusion.
By H R Honeybun6 years ago in Families
