family

My hometown and my uncle
I went back to my hometown last month, mainly to celebrate my second uncle's 80th birthday, and secondly, I also wanted to take the opportunity to enjoy the landscape of my hometown, and then I wanted to collect the stories of my parents and grandparents in my second uncle. Before coming, I heard my sister and brother-in-law say that the last time they returned to their hometown, our family had lived in the old house is still there, but has been in disrepair.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
I'm here!
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" What a beautiful, thick promise that is! I am here! Standing right in front of you! Because I'm here, don't be afraid of anything!
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
My Mama's Crab Boil
Beads of sweat tickled my upper lip as I cycled to the neighborhood grocery store. With my knapsack strapped on tight, I sped by stationary mom-mobiles stuck in the dinner rush. Nashville’s relentless August heat threatened to sweat out my morale, but I was a girl on a mission. On this blistering evening, I had one duty: save Mama’s crab boil.
By Kay Barrett4 years ago in Fiction
Triple Berry Pie
The summer breeze blew through my hair as I walked towards the small vegetable garden in our backyard. I opened the gate and headed into the corner where most of the fruit was growing. The garden was similar to the one I’d grown up with. My parents had lived very modest lives and our single income home didn’t leave a lot of room for extravagance, so my mother grew the majority of our food. She was the best cook I’d ever known and taught me how to make the most delicious quiches and pies. It was something I was happy to pass down to my children.
By Shelby Rider4 years ago in Fiction
Freezing up the Northeast
Some people say that I seem to have been born in the wrong place, and that a person who likes to read Song lyrics in a cheongsam doesn't seem to be from the Northeast. I also admit that my heart is indeed intoxicated by the taste of Jiangnan. Spring time, holding the "smoke tree heavy fragrance letter apart, curtain outside the flowers can not fly" lines sniffing the faint sadness and softness; summer time, in the "a river of smoke and water shining clear arrows, the two banks of the home to the painted eaves" in the beauty of the search for that is not toxic hot warm sunshine; autumn When you close your eyes, your mind will come up with "the hidden water of the green hills is a long way, the grass has not withered in the south of the autumn" subtlety and warmth. However, a winter, especially to the time of the freezing cold, these are not worth mentioning, I took off the outer clothing of Jiangnan, the most "northeast" side of the bones revealed. Winter, only in the Northeast, to experience the complete and thorough.
By Jackmama4 years ago in Fiction
A Plateful of Summer
It was much too hot to eat, we believed, and no matter our hunger, it was much too hot to brave the perils of the ride in a hot car, the few thousand miles we had to travel. The actual distance was fewer than a dozen miles, but we were children, and nothing was ever medium-sized to us — either gigantic, or miniscule. Degrees of intensity were a grown-up's necessity.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
Comfort Food
Where did it all go wrong? I run rapidly through the darkened forest, the night vision mode sputtering in and out of my goggles. My right leg burns from getting grazed by bullets when we escaped and using my super speed on an empty stomach makes me nauseous, but I have to keep going. I stare down at the unconscious form in my arms. Autumn was bleeding profusely from her head and had been out like a light for the last hour. I try to retrace the events of the night in my head, but the pain and sickness is driving it all away.
By Tyler C Douglas4 years ago in Fiction
Swollen and Slow
My hands struggle with the lid on the pill jar. Arthritis pills stored in a childproof jar. Not just childproof. Adult proof if your hands now rebel against the easiest of tasks. Rebel against what might bring some relief. Rebel against temporary relief.
By Paul Mansfield4 years ago in Fiction
Comforting Food
Brian sat at his desk in his big Hollywood office and even after four Scotches, couldn’t figure out the ending to his show. Out of Order was finishing up its third season in a Primetime slot, and Brian and his team were putting the final touches on the recently picked up fourth season.
By Marc Quaranta4 years ago in Fiction
The memory of Guanganmen
Take bus No. 5 from Qianmen, Guang'anmen is the final stop. When I was a kid, it was like this. Now, it's still the No. 5 bus, but the terminus is not Guang'anmen, it has to turn around to Caiduoying, which is far away from Guang'anmen. When I was a kid, I got off the bus and went out of Guang'anmen, and it was a field. Of course, in earlier years, it was common to see camels coming in and out of the city from outside Guanzhou.
By SondJam4 years ago in Fiction
Under the old cypress tree
Compared with other parks, the Temple of Heaven in early spring, except for the scattered spring flowers, there are no other flowers in bloom, and the magnolia in the Zhai Palace has to wait until the end of March, and the famous begonia can only be seen in mid-April.
By SondJam4 years ago in Fiction
Starry nights for kids
The children came to the meadow to see the stars. The stars looked like white balloons floating from the earth to the sky one after another. The balloons' strings are broken, so the stars can't come back. People have forgotten about the stars, but the stars keep looking at the earth from afar. If someone on Earth keeps looking at the stars, their eyes will always meet. The words that the stars want to say will also come slowly with the gaze, but of course, it is a sound thinner than a silk thread, and only by holding one's breath can one hear it. So the children look at the stars without blinking, feeling that they cannot fail to live up to the gaze of the stars.
By SondJam4 years ago in Fiction