family
Going Home
The two-year old boy lay on the operating table, a respirator covering his mouth and nose. A frantic group of doctors and nurses started IV’s, took vitals, and called out results to people standing by with clipboards. The child was covered in bruises, a very large one coloring the right side of his face a deep purple. The basement door at his home had been left open, and the unsteady toddler had lost his footing and fallen all the way down onto concrete floor. They had little hope for his survival.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
First Twist
“Okay, now, no matter what,” the pit captain shouted, “you must stay perfectly still until I say to take ‘em. Laying in the pit, you won’t be able to see what’s comin’ behind, and whoever shoots at a flight of twelve when I’m waitin’ for a flight of a hundred and fifty is outs here. That clear?”
By Anthony Signorelli5 years ago in Fiction
Flummox
Eye candy was something that he adored. He could stare at it all day. It reminded him of high school, where he just happened to be a dork. But there was a shift change in his personality, that would leave him adored by all. It took only a small amount of courage on his part to turn the tides.
By Alex Jennett5 years ago in Fiction
She Rolls Alone
Today was the day. I had finally summoned the courage to walk through my parents' house. The for sale sign on the front lawn was a beacon illuminating the fact that this house—my parents' house—would no longer be that safe place I could run to when I needed a break. This house was the only safe place that I had ever known. It wasn't the actual building. It was simply four walls and a roof sitting on top of a foundation. A rock-solid foundation.
By Kelly Maurica5 years ago in Fiction
The Colors in the Dark
Me Have you ever experienced total darkness? Where the world just doesn't exist. I bet you are imagining pitch black. That is what total darkness means, right? Having lived in darkness most of my life, I can tell you that is just not true. Close your eyes. Focus on the darkness. Do you see it? Do you see the colors? The spots of blue and yellow and red and green that dance and flash, a new variation each second. Do you see them? The swarming mass of dots, the flowing pictures they create. Do you see the rabbit with two heads or the flaming arms of the sun? This darkness is all I have ever known. The darkness and my hole.
By Steph Ruff5 years ago in Fiction
Finnegan & His Sisters
Adolescent self-absorption. That’s what my parents call my habit of lying on the couch to think for hours on end. It’s not true. If I were self-absorbed, I would think that this family dynamic started when I was born. I would think that the whole story revolved around my birth. It didn’t.
By Kate Baggott5 years ago in Fiction
Around the Block and Back Home
It began with an incident in my own little mobile home neighborhood, triggered by an incident involving my friend, Ben Grazingstern. Ben is a mild man of middle age, who minds his own business. He likes to putter and fish. His wife and I exchange gardening tips and tidbits. It was a pastoral way of life until a separate breed of trailer trash came along to challenge it by moving into the trailer house across the street. They brought, along with tattoos and gangs of people, air poisoning machines and a wall of sound. All day and all night , bikes roared and revved. In the interest of "getting along," my wife and I suffered it to happen, as did the Grazingsterns.
By Charles Turner5 years ago in Fiction
What a Blessing
Mark and Mary have been trying to have a baby since they got married 5 years ago. They are now in their early thirties and it’s getting harder to watch their friends celebrate this joy of life while they’re left standing around waiting for it to happened.
By Nicholas McKenna5 years ago in Fiction
