family
Grandma Martha
It’s another hectic morning in the Richards household in the old farmhouse down Township Road 480 in rural Connecticut. The kids are getting ready for school, alternating sharing the bathroom between brushing teeth and peeing before the long bus ride into town. Gillian, the wife, finishes blow drying her hair and yells Goodbye! to the kids as they run out the door. She gets dressed and heads into the kitchen, throwing two multigrain slices of bread into the toaster.
By Kendra Marya4 years ago in Fiction
Too High
“Molly! You’re going too high!” Sam whined as she struggled to climb up after her sister, “I can’t even see you anymore!” Molly rolled her eyes and scoffed. She knew Sam could see her, she could feel her stubby little fingers on the back of her heel every other branch.
By Sukie Harper4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Box
Saturday afternoon was always “My” afternoon. The boys had gone out to footy and Sheba snuggled up on my lap purring, while I bing-watched Game of Thrones (yet again!). There was a glass of red wine and a box of my favourite chocolates on the little coffee table by the settee, where I was stretched out. After a very busy week at the office I needed to relax and unwind.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff4 years ago in Fiction
Where's The Food?
The venue that was rented out is spacious but cramped at the same time. There’s a large line of tables that’s taking up all the space in the center of the room, while the chairs barely leave you with space to walk along the edges. Whatever seat you chose sealed your fate for the night, cause it wasn’t going to be easy to just get up and leave.
By Alexander T Richardson4 years ago in Fiction
A Taste of Time
Janet's morning was a tripping, sloppy, burnt toast and spilled coffee affair that had her standing in the middle of the small kitchen, the brown coffee spill soaking into her blouse, thinking about calling in sick. Maybe she should just strip, crawl in bed, beg her cat, Miss Kitty, to snuggle and hide for the rest of the day. She rolled her eyes and walked to her closet as she stripped off the ruined blouse, saying "Shit shit shit." as she went. She changed her clothes, put her shoes on and looked in the mirror. She looked as off center as she felt. "It will be fine." She whined as she grabbed her keys, stuffed her bus pass into her pocket and left the apartment.
By Frances Leah King4 years ago in Fiction
Gilded Apples; Chapter 1
The car finally comes to a stop. I study the line of cars we've parked next to. I still wasn't quite sure what was going on. Quinlynn wanted me to go with him though. Maybe she was already here waiting to explain everything. She had mentioned a change coming.
By Katarzyna Crevan4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery
Opheliana was sitting at her computer getting some work done. Zoom meetings, paperwork to file, and reports to submit. It was all so tedious and time-consuming. Her butt was getting tired of being in this chair and it was time to take her pain meds again. But, she supposed, it was a privilege to be allowed to work from home. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. It helped that her boss was a good friend and approved her request to work remotely quickly. But what else could she have done?
By Angela Mabry4 years ago in Fiction
Why is this here?
It was a cold crisp winter morning, the icy breeze turning my nose red when I opened my front door. I had just received a notification that UPS Remote had delivered a package via drone. The only thing is, I don’t remember ordering anything. But sure enough, right there on my doorstep is a small brown box, about the size of a shoebox. Cautiously I pick up the box and bring it inside. In hindsight picking up a mysterious package that I don’t remember ordering is probably not the best idea, but hey what’s the worst that could happen?
By Maria Lane4 years ago in Fiction
