family

Always Late
I didn't mean to procrastinate, but I couldn't help myself. I did my homework and school projects at the last minute. I was always the last one to the table, and still eating after everyone else got up. I was typically the last one in the car when my family went to the grocery store, to Grandma and Grandpa’s, or anywhere else. I stayed up late, often until midnight, and slept in. I was frequently late for class. Mom teasingly called me "Susie Sloth."
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Fiction
Mystery Dad part 2
. Sarah picked up her Auntie Leola from the airport. They hugged and greeted each other. “ Is your Pop here ,yet?” Sarah auntie asked.
By Mariann Carroll4 years ago in Fiction
The daily life of Beanville beans.
Snuggle in dear and lend me your ear. We’re going on an adventure, not far from here. To a place called Beanville where all beans are born. Some tall, some short, some you find on top of a unicorn. Some beans are serious and some are silly. You’ll even meet a small bean that everyone calls Ninny.
By Domenique Snyders 4 years ago in Fiction
Keep the big night
Village gong guhuantian, all the way floating paper money. All the way after the yellow dog, yellow dog mouth also hold paper money.
By dinh ly nguyen4 years ago in Fiction
A romantic story
Nostalgia is human instinct, do not know nostalgia, there is no interest at all. The long winter seems to have settled in at some stage, and this spring is coming later than ever. Early spring down to, the brilliant season that all over the sky flowers is about to come, do not know why, early spring always has in that way smell -- quiet dry move, perhaps languid lazy riot. So I decided not to wait for the true sense of spring on the back of my bags, full of my love for you and sadness, I began to stray again, dare not turn back, afraid to let you down again. In the days without you, my life is full of melancholy; In the days without you, the sun no longer shines on the earth, my mood is no longer comfortable, winter to spring staggered season, we are doomed to each other far apart...
By van binh le4 years ago in Fiction
The Fancy Watch
Brenda looks across the desk at the officer. "My Martin is a good boy, so he is," she says, putting on her posh voice. "A little angel. There's no way he's a common thief."
By Wilkie Stewart4 years ago in Fiction
The Hunted
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Dragons had been extinct for years, and although there used to be dragons roaming the land, the land had been void of them for so long. There weren't always dragons in the valley, until one cold winters day started to change the world as we know it.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
Dear Momma
Dear momma, Hey momma , I know that it's been a while but I was just sitting here thinking about you on mother's day. Do you remember when my brother and were little , what you said when daddy left? You had said that it was just us for now on and that we were the 3 Amigos .. all for one and one for all.
By Taffs4 years ago in Fiction
Pity Me Not
“Put your good boots on,” Sherah snapped, at her young brother. “Got us a bad man, needs t’ be kilt.” The boy answered to Kemuel; it was a Biblical name, as was her own. He was just turned ten, three years younger than his sister, and nearly as stubborn as she was. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and bounced upright in his bed, glaring in bewilderment and irritation.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction
There's No Place Like Home
Her words repeated themselves over and over in his head, but no matter how many times he recited them he couldn’t seem to put meaning to them. What did she want him for? A husband? A father? A friend? He didn’t know; they were just words after all. Words that meant nothing to her, only to him. She hadn’t said anything about needing a son, so why now?
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Fiction
A mother's love
A mom's love is unexplainable... *** Mom i’m scared he was crying and he didn’t know why and his hands were shaking so much. His mum, who was still standing in front of him, looked at the little boy worriedly but he just kept going on with his rambling. “Mum, mom you gotta save me!” he shouted. His face twisted into a terrified look before looking up and locking eyes with his mum again. He started to shake even more. She knew exactly what he meant. He was crying because he was so terrified. It took her about 3 seconds to get there. She knelt down next to him and pulled him close and wrapped her arms around him tightly. The little boy cried harder and buried his head further into her neck as he clung tightly to her like a small child clinging onto their mother when they have nightmares.
By Fiction 'Ai' Writer4 years ago in Fiction
Price of Freedom
You think, “Survivor,” and you think: bravery. Grit. Resilience. Tenacity. Determination. You think of all those people in water so cold it stopped their hearts, the ones who clung to driftwood and life jackets, the precious few hauled from the jaws of death into lifeboats.
By sajid ali4 years ago in Fiction