Each family is its own brand. Built on morals - just try to make as many people smile as you can - and philosophies - there are two types of people in this world, Smiler. Followers and leaders - and values - 3, 2, 1, love you, bye, love you. When parents come together, CEO’s of their own empire, their stamp on the world is not a product, but a person. In ink and blood, in anguish and ambition, their child is trademarked by their genetics, their upbringing an 18 year long marketing campaign. And they cost as much, too.
“I love you more than all of the moons at a moon convention.” My mom’s name is Tracey.
“You fancy eating 60 chicken nuggets with me?” My dad’s, Mark.
“Here’s to eating many a nugget surrounded by many a moon.” And mine: Em.
Trace Em Mark. Tracemark. I am their fingerprint on this plane of existence, and my ethos, my purpose, it’s all them. Thank you mom and dad, for this brand of existence. Here’s to leaving our Traces and Marks all over the world.
About the Creator
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I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
Stargazing
It was her first beach party. There was something primal about it with the bonfire spitting sparks into the sky and the crackling cackle of wood burning. The sea's constant wash added to the sense of timelessness and ritual, the moon bright, sprinkling its silver shavings on the surface of the ocean so the night was imbued with magic. Drink was helping create this sense of a forbidden gathering. And the stars! The stars! Mara had never seen stars like them away from the muting of the streetlights.
By Rachel Deeming3 days ago in Fiction
BARE HUNTER
CHAPTER 15 I pulled up in front of Sandy’s a little early, so I texted Becca again and left a message for Sharon, hoping she had a good day and I’d see her tomorrow. Two cars pulled into Sandy’s driveway. I don’t know why I was surprised to see another man with her. We’d been apart for two years and I certainly didn’t waste any time getting back on the horse.
By Tina D'Angelo6 days ago in Chapters
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Amen to that.