family
Grandpa, Goats, and Me
“Wake up, Addie, It's five in the morning.” I slowly lifted my eyelids and allowed my retinas to adjust to the darkness of the living room where I had made my bed. The air mattress had deflated as a result of my restless sleep that night, and it hugged my body, tempting me to stay in the warm indent. But I had promised my grandpa the day before that I would go with him to learn how to milk and feed the goats, no matter how early I had to get up. So, I rubbed the exhaustion from my eyes, and took a deep breath before throwing the warm, inviting covers off of my legs, and exposing my skin to the biting cold of my grandparent’s cabin.
By Adriana Katriel Brown3 years ago in Fiction
The Big Find
I've got three things to do today, the first one being I've got to find my son. The lawyer didn't know if he still alive or not, but he did have the address to where he lived the last time they had contact with Matthew. The next thing was to go to the Flower shop up in Barsstown. Lawyer Marsh told me to go and see if everything was the way I'd like it ran. I could change it or keep it the way it was. The last thing was to come back and make my will .
By Nelly Black3 years ago in Fiction
Heirlooms
I didn't know what the animal on the vase was until we broke it. I didn't think Mom did either, but apparently it was some sort of family heirloom. She didn't deal too well with my retort that it would have been nice to know which items in our household are of major value.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff3 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful Hard Road
They had been driving the Alaskan highway for two days, along winding roads that hugged rugged mountainsides, and Wren did her best to take in the beauty. Each curve they rounded revealed a new panorama of vast wilderness—huge swelling hills, crystal-clear lakes that glowed aquamarine against their rocky shores, luscious green valleys and an endless sky.
By Kate Sutherland3 years ago in Fiction
Angus and Duke
There was a family in Scotland that had a mean bull and a friendly bull. The mean bull's name was Angus, and the friendly bull's name was Duke. The family was the McDonald family which consisted of three boys and two girls. The boys' names were Duncan, Malcolm, Rory. The girls names were McKenna and Lorna. They were a well to do family. All of the children were well-behaved. They loved living in their beautiful country. They enjoyed wearing the Scottish kilts and enjoyed dancing like the Scottish people do. The McDonald children had many friends that they played with. Games the Scots and the McDonald children played included marbles and a game called British Bulldog. The boys played football, and the girls played a hopscotch game. They also played a game called plainy-clappy. They bounced a ball against a wall while singing a chant with actions. A normal bounce against the wall was plainy. On the next bounce the girl clapped her hands before catching the ball which was clappy. One more game the children played was What's The Time Mr. Wolf?
By Darla M Seely3 years ago in Fiction
A Tortoise Can Only Ever Be A Tortoise
A tortoise placed in water will float. It can’t swim, but it will float. There is enough air up inside its shell to keep its head above water, but beyond that, it will be at a loss. Tortoises are very good at being tortoises but they cannot do anything else.
By Lacey Doddrow3 years ago in Fiction
COLOURS OF MY LIFE
I had the green light! No question. I saw it! Dashcams and traffic cameras would all back me up. Now, unfortunately, all I was seeing was a flashing kaleidoscope of colours – blue sky, red brake lights, yellow indicators – over and over, and then - blackness.
By Margaret Flood3 years ago in Fiction
Amigo
"Why're you asking me? You were supposed to be watching him while I was here with the girls." Lesley kept giving me that evil glare she does whenever I'd screw up real bad. We were searching for our son, Leonel, who had somehow run off into the streets. This was only the first day of Día de los Muertos, and here in this city, it gets pretty crowded—making the hunt even more stressful. I started feeling embarrassed from the number of looks we were getting as we were unintentionally shouting in some people's faces. It made no sense why Leon would just run away like that; he doesn't usually commit that kind of behavior.
By Kalina Xiong3 years ago in Fiction