family

Hide the bodies
For many years Ron and his family had raised cats, at least 5 at any time. This also meant that cats passed away , so they were buried in organised plots in the front garden. The back garden was all concrete , it had to be the front. Each time a plot was required the burial garden was neatly dug up, the cat placed in the hole and the burial took place. There was even a burial stone, also a few mounds of earth where earth was displaced.
By ASHLEY SMITH6 days ago in Fiction
The Little Butterfly
Grumpily, the little butterfly sat under a huge leaf where the rain had driven him for shelter. It was supposed to be summer by now, but somehow the Weather God didn’t seem to know that. It had been raining almost non-stop for days.
By Christian Bass10 days ago in Fiction
Effie
Previously... (You might want to read this first) Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition...
By L.C. Schäfer10 days ago in Fiction
Say the Line.
Luda and Gianni, somewhere they really shouldn’t be... ... Say the line. No. Say the line. But why? So we can all go home.
By Paul Stewart10 days ago in Fiction
Parenting. Top Story - September 2026.
They say it's normal for your kids to hate you. They say that's how you know you're doing it right. Parenting I mean. Especially as they nudge into their teens.
By L.C. Schäfer10 days ago in Fiction
A Good Girl
I was just a lonely young man. Having lost so many family members, my own father included and never had a mother, I always felt alone and a little lost. My feet were never on the ground for long and when I finally felt as if I had found some footing, I’d screw it up again. Somehow, by the grace of God is what I believe anymore, I gave myself security. I graduated college, living in a new state, had a great paying job, owned a new apartment, but still alone.
By Amy11 days ago in Fiction
Green Case, Red Button
In the middle of the night, when all the candle lights were out, the room smelled of two competing scents. I should have stayed asleep, but I kept twisting and stretching my tired limbs.
By Caitlin Charlton11 days ago in Fiction
Every Ending Until the Last
The bottle made a hollow, grating, tinkling sound as it spun. James watched nervously as it made its rounds on the pavement outside the gym. The pounding of the middle school dance’s music was barely audible. Even the pounding of James’s heart was louder as he waited nervously for the bottle to land on one of his friends who encircled it.
By Ophelia Keane Braeden11 days ago in Fiction
Not Even Called
The scuffmarks on the worn gym floor stared up at me as I cast my gaze downward. I closed my eyes and hoped the other kids would not see the tears starting to form in the corners. I knew they could see the embarrassment that burned hot on my face. There was nothing I could do about that. All I could do was continue to stand there. Waiting…. Waiting for my name…
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)11 days ago in Fiction
Mother of the Accused
The onion sat heavy in my hand, heavier than any onion should. Old Ruth had pulled it from my own basket and pressed it into my palm before I'd even reached the well. Her fingers were cold. "You go first," she said. "Blood clears blood." That was the custom in Ashcombe, and had been since before my grandmother's time. When a man stood in the stocks, his household threw first, or the household stood in the stocks beside him next market day.
By Diane Foster12 days ago in Fiction
The Bus Ride
Riding the bus is not my favorite way to travel, but if you are like me, low on funds, do not own a car, or your destination is too far to walk or to trust your luck at hitchhiking, riding the bus is your next best choice. So, I chose the Greyhound and waited in a crowded station for an announcer to call my boarding number. I wanted to go to the bathroom but was afraid of missing my call over the loud noises, so I stayed in my seat.
By Frankie Berry Wise12 days ago in Fiction
Cheers To Half Empty Glasses
i miss the way the sweet grass smelled in the sunshine just after the rain i miss the way that my heart would swell everytime you said my name
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 days ago in Fiction