literature
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An Exile’s Return
A familiar landmark appears on the distant horizon. Above it the evening sky glows a portentous red. Our destination is less than ten miles away and I feel relief and anxiety equally.
The Boy and His Father
The boy had many friends as he grew up, some he still talked to and some he did not. He had moved many times but now he was a man and he felt he had moved for the last time. He had met a girl and she was the one, he was sure. She had been with him when times were bad and even though they argued he still loved her more than life.
Edna HamptonPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesLincoln, I Love You
My life has always been a mess. At age five I almost drowned, at age six I was raped for a year, age eleven I was attacked by a grown man, and age seventeen I was robbed at gunpoint. Basically my entire life had been a constant barrage of shit thrown onto my plate, which made me hate myself. The only thing that ever made me feel like I wasn’t worthless, the only thing that made me proud, was my family. I had found the most amazing wife and we had the most beautiful and intelligent children; I was ecstatic. Until I got that phone call, which changed my entire life.
Garrett LukenbillPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesSaving Santa's Lighthouse
Chapter One The North Pole is the coldest place in the world. So cold that only Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus and his merry toy making elves can live there.
Reid MoorePublished 7 years ago in FamiliesHomecoming
When I was a kid and storms woke the family, Mom would come into my room with a lit candelabrum to watch the sky with me. It was only fitting that lightening would dance for her funeral. The heat storm scared away most of the family and friends, but me and a few others stood around the hole in the ground. My mother wasn’t Catholic, but was close friends with Father Welch, so he spoke today in full regalia. My grandmother, a proud Protestant, would have rolled in her grave, if she had one. Father Welch finished his prayer and the crowd dispersed. He came over to me and clapped his fat hand on my shoulder. His grim demeanor looked wrong on a face cut with laugh lines.
Ashleigh WalkerPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesBrothers Forever
Tommy Little hated listening to his parents fighting all the time, and as difficult as it was for him to get around on two crutches, he managed to get out the back door and walked down the hill toward the park.
Denise WillisPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesKrypton's Finest
Kal sat in his car waiting for the crew to arrive. With the music off and the air conditioning on, he could pretend he was far away from Miami. He watched his diamond shaped air freshener with its square jawed hero flying on it. The blue eyes looking at Kal with pride, because the boy who took his name had grown up to be strong and proud. Kal smiled back at his hero and got out of the car to greet his crew.
Memory Lane
Jenna had walked down this road many times, yet she had never noticed it before. The tiny alleyway, its entrance covered with hanging ivy. Fiddling with a strand of hair that had fallen over her face, as she had done for many years, she felt an urge to lift the ivy and go in. It was a strong pull and she didn't resist. She pulled back the ivy and gasped. It was a little country lane, peaceful and serene, with many different doors scattered down the length of the seemingly endless lane. The ivy across the entrance was now blocking out all the noise from the street; all she could hear were birds tweeting their many different songs, bees buzzing around in the sun, and what sounded like the trickle of water. It reminded her of the creek she used to play in when she was a child.
Michelle ShaftoePublished 7 years ago in FamiliesA Short, Wartime Bedtime Story
Necla opened her hazel eyes at the sound of an immense explosion. She bolted upright in her chair and ran to the dingy room at the end of the dark corridor. Her young sister was sleeping still, miraculously, a torn doll tucked under her dirty chin.
Busra BayramPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesShattered
I knew that they were responsible. But without evidence, there was nothing I could do. I wished from the bottom of my heart that it wasn't true. But the truth was as sour as the milk in the fridge.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesA Caged Dove's Song
Everyone has dreams, no matter how big and outrageous they may be. Yet some people have dreams that are simple and not as far fetched as some. That’s me and my sister Faith. I want to be the greatest African American female dancer in the states. And my sister; she just wants to publish one of her stories. Faith has always been the one to reach for something that wasn’t as far away from her reach. But I, I wanted things I know I couldn’t have. I had dreams that not even the greatest people dreamt of. I wanted to conquer all. But Faith wasn’t as ambitious as me, despite us being identical twins.
Imani PattersonPublished 7 years ago in Families