family
Allusions Unexpected
They had been chasing each other for some time and joining friends at a lakeside cottage they rented for the long weekend that summer seemed to match their excitement and exuberance. Following some afternoon pleasantries, Charles suggested Tamika join him for a stroll down the beach, although not for a swim as the party had decided on using the rather large hot tub later that evening.
By Richard Soulliere2 years ago in Fiction
A Story of Courage and Resilience
The sun rose over the small village of Kallakurichi, casting a warm golden light over the thatched roofs and the dusty streets. The village was nestled in the heart of rural Tamil Nadu, surrounded by lush green fields and dense forests.
By Tales by J.J.2 years ago in Fiction
Beneath the Winter Moon
The snow fell softly, a steady rhythm of silence blanketing the small town of Evergreen Hollow. The streetlights cast an amber glow over cobblestone streets, where the first few carolers of the evening bundled tightly in scarves and woolen hats. Their laughter echoed, cutting through the crisp, cold air as they trudged from house to house, their voices weaving harmonies of comfort and cheer.
By Ashley D. Gilyard2 years ago in Fiction
Finding Tom. Top Story - December 2024.
Running into the kitchen, Joel glanced around. ‘Hey Mom, where’s Tom? I can’t find him anywhere.” Distracted, his mother replied, “Don’t worry about Tom dear. Go out and play.” Wiping her flour dusted hands on her apron, she went back to pounding on the dough.
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Fiction
Over the River
Over the River D. A. Ratliff Cameron and I belted out the old folk song, “Over the River and Through the Woods,” as we traveled to my parents’ house with Peaches, the Golden Retriever howling along. It was a good thing we were driving to North Carolina so no one could hear us as we weren’t the best singers.
By D. A. Ratliff2 years ago in Fiction
Weekly Story: “THE WRONG SIDE OF THE STORY” #1 - Eliot
Unfortunately, the light pink colored pencil had gone missing. Exactly the color I was looking for to draw the flower on the scarf of the beautiful doctor girl. The girl in my coloring page smiled kindly. I had chosen this coloring page especially for tonight. My brother didn't come back until late and the drawing was very detailed. I had worked on it all afternoon to satisfy my impatience. Today I had gotten a good grade in math and I couldn't wait to tell my brother. The teacher praised me for the good result, because this was the first time in months that my grade was above average. Lately I had a lot of trouble concentrating, but this good hope made me feel that my dream of becoming a doctor could still come true. I decided that I would work very hard to do well. I grinned. If my brother heard me say this, he would laugh at me and say that it is too early to start dreaming at the age of nine. He told me to play and not to worry. But not worrying was impossible, last month my mother died of an alcohol addiction. My father had left us after I was born. Not that I got along with my mother that well. Only her house was important to me and my brother. When she died, we found out that she had a lot of debts and we had to stay with a friend of my brother's for a week: Eliot. It was very cozy and I watched television for the first time on a clean couch. After a week my brother had found a kind of shed. We stay dry there and we had been given beds and furniture by Eliot.
By aspire ᰔ academy2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadows of Yesterday: Unearthing a Family’s Dark Secret
The past is often a puzzle, with pieces hidden in plain sight or buried beneath layers of time and silence. For Amelia Carter, a simple spring-cleaning session in her late grandmother’s attic turned into a journey that would alter her life forever. It began with a dusty, leather-bound diary tucked inside an old wooden trunk—a forgotten relic that contained a world of secrets waiting to be uncovered.
By mureed hussain2 years ago in Fiction
