family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Unfurled
10/22/18 Daniel was standing on his toes to see over his classmates’ heads as his sister pulled up into the school parking lot. She had promised to pick him up during recess to go home early and go get ice cream. She always took him out for ice cream on his birthday. Ice cream with Alyssa was always the highlight of every birthday. Although, when he thought about it, any time with his sister was bettter than any time without her. His classmates yelled and giggled around him, enjoying their recess. But Daniel just waited on his tiptoes, tracking his big sister across the parking lot. When she finally got close enough, he waved his arms around and called to get her attention, but she just laughed and told him to wait just a few minutes so she could sign him out at the front office. About 347.5 seconds later (yes, he counted), she finally came into the playground area to come collect him. This was the part that was better than the ice cream: being able to run at Alyssa and feel her arms around him like she would never let him go. He never liked being alone. It scared him.
Emery PinePublished about a month ago in Humans
Harold Wants an Easter Sundae
Mara sees her grandfather's ghost sitting in the empty chair. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence she gestures with her fingers the same heart shape he had just made. (10/17)
Shawn IngramPublished about a month ago in HumansEternity to Thee
Maine, 1848 “Call me Rachel,” the woman insisted. The bankman nodded in acknowledgment as he gestured her forward. The pair began walking down a yellow hallway with high ceilings and flush mounted lighting. The bank had been at the heart of the city for only the past handful of years and already showed its age. Rachel was still unsure of what was ahead of her, as she only held a few details of why she had been summoned to this place. The secrecy—whether intentional or not—did not sit well with her.
Tim FeuquayPublished about a month ago in Humans
I can live without you, I just wish I didn't have to.
I went home from work, thinking I could finally relax and have dinner. I microwaved my food, turned the T.V. on, and was about to start eating when my brother-in-law knocked on my door and told me that he needs to talk to me.
What do you do when you let the tank reach empty?
One of my biggest tools in battling my anxiety is being able to recognise when the tank is nearly empty, and stopping to top up before that happens.
Jessie WaddellPublished about a month ago in HumansFloat, Little Creature
Breathe. Stop shaking. You're calm. Though her mother couldn't tell, for lack of observation more so than Flo's unimpressive facade, she was far from calm. Of course, her mother had no reason to suspect. She busied herself among the various flower arrangements, occasionally leaning in to take a sniff at one with no discernible discrimination. Flo barely noticed they were at a florist.
Eriko JanePublished about a month ago in HumansDon't Mind the Mess
“Sorry, I know it’s a bit of a state,” Declan said. “I’ll need a sec to clear the way. We don’t do much livin’ in the living room.”
Matthew DanielsPublished about a month ago in HumansDo I Have A Choice?
The realisation of how controlled we actually all are, came when I was fifteen, although it started obviously much earlier when I was born. My earliest memory was of numbers appearing on my wrist, but mum pressed a number and they went away. I must have been about five years old, and when I asked mum about it all she said was,
Ashleigh HolmesPublished about a month ago in HumansEvelyn
He lay on his back. His eyes opened, fixed on the revolving fan whirling overhead. The dull thud that came from outside was familiar. He silently swung the covers over his legs, being sure not to wake the woman next to him. Sliding into his slippers, he tiptoed towards the bedroom door. The windowless hallway was nearly pitch black, so he placed his hands on either side of him, using the walls for guidance. At the end of the long hallway, he opened the wooden baby blue door to reveal soft rain falling on the brick walkway in front of him. He picked up the paper from the stoop, holding it out in front of his face, allowing droplets of water to fall from the translucent orange plastic cover.
Patrick Clancy-GeskePublished about a month ago in Humans
Lost in the Wood
Last night I dreamt of the horses. Running wild and free, those magnificent beasts, the thunder of their hooves even drowning out the terrible roar of the guns and the staccato blasts of the machine guns. For a while they were free again, running down a hillside in France, while bullets whizzed past them and mortar blasts lit up the sky. Their eyes wide and terrified, hearts pounding, jumping over their fallen comrades to escape.....running for their lives. I awoke shaking, wishing it were a dream, then as reality clawed though my unconscious state and the sound of the guns brought me back to where I was I realized how much I wished I was one of them, those wonderful wild and terrified animals, who for a few brief moments were free again, running wild in the woods.
Maria Lorraine PrestonPublished about a month ago in Humans
Child's Play
There's only one reason I sat on the cold hard concrete of our front porch for hours nearly every summer afternoon: to beat my fiercest competitor, my little sister, at jacks.
Debra RogersPublished about a month ago in Humans
Mouse Flambe′
We had a small disaster this Christmas. Well, actually, it was the 6th of January. I was taking down the Christmas decorations and I had just placed all the green artificial garlands in their box when I decided to take a break and fix myself a snack. I opened one of the kitchen drawers and was confronted by my worst nightmare. At first, I tried to convince myself that I was observing a few of the chocolate sprinkles that my husband likes to put over his vanilla ice cream. In my heart, I knew this was not so, but Kenneth is very careless in the kitchen, so I made a stab at this conclusion while I let the truth settle in on me. Ultimately, there was no denying it... A mouse had visited me. "Visited" is a misnomer. Mice do not visit. They move in for the long haul. Mice are one of life's perils if one owns a home in the woods, especially in the winter.
Pamela W. CarmanPublished about a month ago in Humans
