family

The Marriage Vows
The mood was calm, considering the emotional blizzard that was running rampant in the Armani household. The melodious Christmas music set the tone, with Mariah Carey bellowing out “All I Want For Christmas is youuuuuuu”, encapsulating the perfect mood to invoke Liza’s fantasies of happier times with her husband.
By Tamika Morrison Okeleke5 years ago in Fiction
Big Secrets
You wake up on your 16th birthday with your mom in your room sitting at the foot of your bed. You ask what she is doing here. She says it is time you knew the truth about your father and the family legacy. You immediately sit up in bed. You are very interested in what your mom has to say. Your father died when you where a baby and you are intrigued about the legacy part.
By Jeremy White5 years ago in Fiction
Their Little Princess
“Mom, can I get some mice, and a rat?” The women looked at each other over their daughter’s head, a silent negotiation waged between them as the six year old turned the pages of her Highlight’s magazine. Dalena set her coffee down as Megan lowered her laptop screen.
By Meredith Lee5 years ago in Fiction
The Girl With No Name
The darkness became her best friend. Oh, how beautiful the darkness was. No one could see her....No one could find her....She was safe as she sat on her bed. She didn't have to talk to no one. She didn't have to share the pain that she was feeling.
By Brenda Mae Pauley5 years ago in Fiction
Bloom
He would roll in the long grass, afternoon to evening, despite it badly irritating his skin. The pink lumps swelled like a myriad of clouds, lit and shadowed by the setting sun.
By Eamonn Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Kingfishers. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
I saw my therapist today, before the show. I haven’t seen her since before Mom died. I keep having dreams about that time I dropped Mom’s jewelry box when I was eight. Last week, when I dropped the box it turned into five silver fish that wriggled around on the floor. Two nights ago, I wasn’t myself holding the jewelry box, I was Mom, and she ran into the room and found herself crying in the pieces. I woke up from that dream and texted Amanda, the therapist. I’ve never shared my dreams with her before. Somehow, they felt too private, too mine, to share. Today we talk about the jewelry box incident, the dream versions and the real one, too.
By Elena Lev5 years ago in Fiction
As We Walk
I sat under the big oak tree in our background as the sun kissed my brown skin. I loved days like this where the sky was a bright blue, and there were no clouds in sight. This tree is where my mother and father found me when I was five. I remember she and dad were worried and sobbed once they found me. They said I needed to let them know whenever I wanted to go somewhere.
By Shanice Lawton5 years ago in Fiction
Florida
A week before Florida opened, Chuck called a Sunday Meeting. His palms were sweaty. The den was still mostly empty, though one of the little cliques had carved out a claim to the old wraparound couch and settled in territorially. He turned the Wall off.
By Bernard Bleske5 years ago in Fiction
The Mistress Movement
My father was the kind of man you’d respect. An honest man, a well-known judge and academic. A family man, careful with his private life. A congressman, one of the best-known legal minds of the entire country and a strong contender for the presidency, if he ever decided to pursue it. A stable leader, the kind of politician needed to pacify Argentina after decades of political divide.
By Taru Anniina Liikanen5 years ago in Fiction
Finding May's Father
Raising a daughter alone is always hard, but I tried not to complain. Since I had May at the tender age of sixteen, I started my new life as a mother. I worked hard, graduated from high school, and found a decent job. Times were hard, but I was so proud of my beautiful daughter.
By Shelley Wenger5 years ago in Fiction
Richard's Christmas Concert
Richard Johnson and his family lived in Salt Lake City, Utah. The Johnson's had six children: three girls and three boys. Their names were: Doug: 16, Richard: 13, Craig: 10, Sally: 14, Laura: 11, and Emily: 8. They loved music, and their dad's parents and siblings all played musical instruments. Mr. Johnson learned how to play the trumpet because his dad did. Mrs. Johson loved to play the piano, so did the Johnson girls. Doug enjoyed playing the violin. Richard first decided he wanted to learn how to play the drums so he was given drums as a Christmas gift. He joined a musical group where he got to play the drums twice a week at their concerts. Richard was a great student in his seventh grade class. Math was his favorite subject, and one of his classes was music. He learned how to sing in that class.
By Darla M Seely5 years ago in Fiction
Brandon and the Emerald
England was filled with beauty; everywhere one would turn; The boy would always face something mesmerizing before him. Brandon had always loved the brilliant views of the bustling city, including during the night, for that was when people would capture such tremendous displays of lights and art of all sorts. Any night for Brandon was considered a given, for being stuck within the attic of an old rundown orphanage was never an acceptable domain. The boy watched as the stars twinkled within the sky above and as the moon's rays shun brightly across the lakes and rivers, even as the cars and people walked by socializing with one another or with themselves, possibly speaking to someone on the blower.
By Kayley Ross 5 years ago in Fiction