family

When Daddy Isn’t There
“Shit!” Rasheed Blaire pulled his hand back quickly and flicked his wrist frantically to try and abate the pain. He had burnt his finger on the stove while preparing breakfast for his little sister.
By Bella Hill5 years ago in Fiction
Claude
It was only after my little sister began to lose her hair that she asked us to dig up our dead bird. But that took almost two months. Every visit we paid to the clinic the doctor asked her to tell him what was wrong, to tell him what hurt. And Gracie, perched fragilely on the edge of the examining table looking pale and lost in a giant paper gown would chirp meekly, “Nothing.” or “I don’t know.” And every time upon hearing this refrain the doctor would scratch his two days’ worth of stubble with the end of his pen and pretend to study her medical chart.
By Ess Lee5 years ago in Fiction
Grandfather
It was the kind of snow that wafted in the air currents like the white fur of a dandelion as summer breathes its last breaths. Mostly silent as it fell, yet it seemed to have a weight to it. The snow blanketed the earth around him, covering the recent signs left by animals in the forest. It would guarantee that any tracks he saw would be very recent.
By Jordan Gonzales5 years ago in Fiction
The Angels Are Upon Us
Mom is fond of saying the angels are upon us every time something good happens to us unexpectedly. Last week, we were in the kitchen peeling yams on wooden stools with the door wide open because there was no light and it was stuffy. Using her arm to wipe the sweat off her face, Mummy had said, 'It's too hot. I hope they bring light soon' and on cue, the ceiling fan began to move and the fluorescent lamp buzzed twice before switching on. She had sighed in relief as she dropped the yam she was holding in order to enjoy the soothing breeze of the fan above us. The pores on our skin were on fire and like water, the breeze had quenched the flames. Mummy looked at me some seconds later before she smiled and said, 'Ah, the angels are upon us.'
By Alake 5 years ago in Fiction
His Time Machine
Dan was never the sort of man who discarded items just because they were out of style. The radio worked fine, and so it stayed on the nightstand on his side of the bed throughout many years of our marriage.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky:002
Dear God, A common thing between families is that they always talk about their children’s birth history. About how happy it is, how tragic or funny, or how one of the parents passed out. I think this history keeps families together and creates happy memories that will keep them strong when the bad moments come, with life starting becoming so real, so cruel.
By Qu3zia V3iga5 years ago in Fiction
My Mom's Tale: If Things Were Different
Have you ever taken a tragedy of your life and daydreamed about how it could have been different? I'm about to do just that because these are the "what ifs" that lurk in my thoughts and inject me with the venom of guilt. These are the thoughts that keep me up at night. What could I have done differently that day?
By kasey gresham5 years ago in Fiction
Dead Beat Dad
positive Positive POSITIVE BANG! BANG! BANG! Sonia and Toni yelled in child’s play. Imitating their favorite videogame. “I’m positive I can kill all the negative.” “It’s where we live, so It’s all relative.”
By Grizzly Gentleman5 years ago in Fiction
The Ocean Between The Sky
Dear God, I don't know how to do it. I don’t even know why I’m doing it. Maybe it’s because I’m lost. Or because I’m drowning in my thoughts. Or because I need to talk to someone, but I don’t want to talk to my brother at this moment, not right now at least. Either way, I need to talk, to get the words out of my head, out of my heart.
By Qu3zia V3iga5 years ago in Fiction
Love Despite Reality
CHAPTER 6 After checking in, they head down to the boat taxi. Then after a ten-minute boat ride they arrive at their private sea breeze villa.
By Veronica Pollard5 years ago in Fiction
A journey with Epilepsy
Hi my name is Rosey *smiles* I'm ten and I wanna tell you about my epilepsy. My momma told me sometimes in my sleep I "shake" she said its normal, I gave her a confused smile and went outside to play with my friends. I asked my friends if the shake sometimes too, they looked at me confused and said no. I went to my momma and asked why I shake but no one else does. She gave me a sensitive smile and said "because sweetie you have something special called epilepsy". "What's epilepsy?" I asked. She wasn't sure how to explain it, she went on "sweetie its like a cord in your brain isn't fully plugged in and sometimes if you get to sleepy, hungry maybe even mad or a light flashes fast in your eyes it can make you fall and have a seizure, but even tho you have this it doesn't make you different it makes you stronger" then she smiled and kissed my forehead. Some days I feel weak or can't think straight or even have really bad bad headaches and can't even think at all and won't know what's going on around me. I asked my momma if this all came with epilepsy she said yes . I looked at her with sad eyes , she gave me a big hug " but that's why you're strong" she said with a big smile. She sent me outside to play with my friends. Then I woke up on the ground with a doctor above me, my friends looked scared. I felt weak and tired. Momma told me I had a seizure, I looked back at my friends and started to cry. I didn't understand why they were scared of me. "Mommy, am I weird and scary?"i said with tears rolling down my face. She then held me tight and said "people are scared of things they don't understand but you're perfect and strong, those who love you are scared for you not of you and smile when you smile because you're strong" she then wiped my tears and held me tight then I smiled and so did she because I'm not weak I'm strong. Epilepsy maybe a disability but those who have it like me aren't weak because we fight it.
By Raylene R Morris5 years ago in Fiction
JoAnn and Ms. Blackburn
JoAnn kept a secret, which was pretty hard for her to hide because she had a stay at home mom and three older siblings. Kal and Kel teased JoAnn at every opportunity with Jenine joining in when she was not hanging out or on her cellphone chatting it up with her friends. JoAnn's mom, Mrs. Wright received compensation each month from her late husband's pension. She gave JoAnn an allowance because she was unable to work being that she was still in school. Kal and Kel completed high school the previous year and were working as interns at Shapple on North 7th st., they said that college were in their long term plans but the Shapple gig was to good to pass up, they were really good at marketing Shapple's products. Jenine also held a part time job at the local bakery, she also was undecided in her career goals.
By DEBRA R. ANDREWS5 years ago in Fiction