family

Shamblin' Sam
Before Sam was a glass bottle of whiskey, a delightful delectation from the old world. The name on the label was too faded to read, but he could recall from the shape of the bottle that it was named after some American hillbilly and would clock in around 80 proof.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Bella's Quest for the Blue Crystal
In a forest filled with towering trees, sparkling streams, and friendly creatures, a little bat named Bella lived in a cozy cave. She was a very cute bat with a blue glowing tummy and bright blue eyes that twinkled like the stars in the night sky. Bella was known for being courageous and funny, and she loved going on adventures with her friends. One day, the animals in the forest gathered to discuss a big problem: a dark shadow was spreading over the forest, threatening to destroy their homes.
By Maya2 years ago in Fiction
**The Generations Debate**
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling lawn where the Wilkins family reunion was in full swing. Tables laden with homemade dishes and pitchers of lemonade were scattered around, while children darted between the legs of adults deep in conversation. It was a scene of warmth and togetherness, a gathering that happened only once every few years, bringing together five generations of the family.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Red Widow. Content Warning.
Red Widow used to be just a regular woman. She had hopes and dreams that involved her husband with a house and a white picket fence. They would have a family together. But then, her dreams were shattered the day there was a gas leak on their block.
By Adora Hooper2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Breath
January 1350 On a bitterly cold night, Alex is lying curled up in his mother's lap in a dimly lit room. They do not have enough warm clothes to protect themselves from the severe January cold. The rest of the family members have disappeared one by one. Alex and his mother, Greta, could not even mourn their untimely deaths. Now Alex is also in his last days, an invisible knot in his small tender heart is shortening his life further. His life is shrinking with every passing moment. This knot, like an invisible "little devil" of his existence, is secretly swallowing his every happiness and sweet smile. The beat of his tender heart is slow and weak, and his golden dreams are disappearing in the dark shadow of a "black death" visible in the future. His mother is just looking at him with her tired and weak eyes as if she is trying to store all the memories of her innocent son in her heart so that after his existence ends, she can make those memories her support to live. She touches Alex's forehead lovingly. The touch of her cold, trembling hands feels like holding the rudder of a small boat stuck in huge waves of a tsunami, struggling with their terrible roar. Greta's silence and pain-filled eyes are telling her story. Alex's condition is becoming pitiable. Dark blue and black blisters have spread on his skin, his body is shivering badly due to cold and fever, and he is still lying in his mother's lap. He tried to say something by gathering all his strength. "Mom, I am going to grandfather. He promised to tell me the unfinished story of the 'magical dragon' he told me. When I go to him, he will reveal the secrets of the red gem hidden inside the dragon. "I, too, am leaving an unfinished story. My dear mother, not everyone can complete the last line of the last page of the last chapter of their life. Life is like a drop emerging from the dark pit of the ocean, which for a moment gets wrapped in the incomparable light of the sun and then again merges into the same dark pit. God slows down the speed of time for us, but our existence is like that drop emerging from the dark pit, which, after a momentary glow, leaves an incomplete story and again gets lost in the darkness. Dear mother, do not be sad because I have no complaint against you. I have received your full love even in this small incomplete phase of life. His voice was getting slower after every word. Finally, he became completely silent. Now his trembling body had become completely calm, the heat of his body burning like steam rising from boiling water had now turned into cold. An amazing peace and stability spread on his innocent face. His mother, Greta, did not react to his death, because she had already gone through this process. Even in the extreme cold, her body, wrapped only in rags, had become calm and cold. Both took their last breath together, and that moment ended this chapter of life by encompassing their existence. Now they merged into the deep ocean of infinite peace.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Day I Became the One. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
The day I became a superhero came on a hot August morning when I thought my life was about to begin. When I thought I could feel endless possibilities in the way the sun shone warm on my skin.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The daughter of silence
It all started when Echo was five. She kept having these nightmares where she would fall into a dark pit screaming, yet no one, not even her parents would hear her. It was terrifying. But the most horrible part was that when she'd wake up panting, her parents were nowhere to be found, just like in her dream. She'd always cry herself to sleep alone.
By Anna 2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Dream
Hello. Some know me as Dr. Seth Rhys, archaeologist. I thought that’s all I would ever be. It was all I had hoped for. I was doing what I love, working with the love of my life, and spending every day with friends. That was, until two years ago when it came to me. The best and worst thing to happen to my life: The Amulet.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Happiness in the Heart of Saigon’s Rainy Day. AI-Generated.
The rain poured down in torrents, drenching the streets of Saigon and blurring the neon lights into a kaleidoscope of colors. The wind howled furiously, tearing through the narrow alleys and sending the occasional street vendor’s umbrella tumbling across the road. My coat was soaked through, clinging to me like a second skin as I made my way home once again, navigating the bustling streets I knew so well.
By Vincent Luong2 years ago in Fiction
The Simple Pleasures
I often find myself wondering what life will be like when I get old. It's a question that lingers in the quiet moments, in the spaces between the noise of daily life. As the years pass by, I picture myself in a future that feels both distant and near, where the vibrancy of youth has given way to the quiet wisdom of age.
By afana2 years ago in Fiction
Mama's Superhero. Runner-up in Epic Beginnings Challenge.
Mama tells me I’m her superhero. She tells me I am strong, brave, and kind, even when I don’t feel like it. She says, “That’s ok, I’ll help. I can be brave for you until you can stand against the monsters.” She is brave for me a lot.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction
Humpy Dumpy And His Amazing Jumpy Shoes
Hi, my name is Humphrey, but you can call me Humpy Dumpy. I am 4, and I am a hero, a SUPER hero! I got that name yesterday, (actually a month ago - 4-year-olds remember in dog years, but backwards), anyway, that's when I saved all the kids in my class from a terrible disaster.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction