Blackout
Night out with the guys
About a year ago, I organized a night out with four friends. We met at my house in Australia and walked 5km to dinner as the evening cooled. Our route went through middle-class neighborhoods with little crime before entering a poorly maintained bush shortcut. The 1.5km path sat between hills in an old, dried-out creek bed with a fun, steep dip I biked down as a kid when the path was better maintained.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
Not everyone can be trusted
When my friend and I were 12 years old, we went on a 5-day school trip to Switzerland with our class. We were introduced to the trip leaders, a group of 5 people - 1 girl and 4 boys. They all seemed nice except for one of the boys, who I'll call Nathan. I had an uneasy feeling about Nathan from the start, though my friend dismissed my concerns, saying I tend to have trust issues.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
The Rascally Radcliffs!
Oh, gather 'round folks, let me spin you a tale, Of a family so wild, they make a monkey's tail. First up, we have the husband, a real ladies' man, He's got a chick on his arm wherever he can. Sneaking out at night, he's quite the charmer, But his wife's no fool, she knows all the drama. Speaking of the missus, she's a sneaky little thing, With sticky fingers, she's the queen of bling. She'll snatch your wallet when you're not looking, And leave you scratching your head, wonderin' and booking. Now onto the kids, a rowdy bunch indeed, Riffraffs and rogues, there's no taming their greed. They'll pick your pockets and swipe your phone, Then laugh and run off, leaving you alone. But here's the kicker, the twist in the tale, Despite their antics, they never fail. They bicker and fight, they steal and cheat, But underneath it all, they can't be beat. In their chaotic home, chaos reigns supreme, But somehow, they make it all a dream. With laughter and love, they weather the storm, Their bond unbreakable, in any form. The husband's flings and the wife's thieving ways, Are just quirks of the family, where everyone stays. The kids may be rogues, but they've got heart, And when push comes to shove, they'll do their part. Sure, they may not be your average clan, But they've got each other, and that's the plan. Through thick and thin, they'll stick together, Come hell or high water, in any weather. So raise a glass to this wild bunch, Their antics and adventures, they're a hoot and a hunch. For in their crazy world, they've found their bliss, Living life to the fullest, with each stolen kiss. For deep down, they love each other true, Through thick and thin, they stick like glue. So here's to the family, the crazy crew, Living life to the fullest, no matter what they do. And as the sun sets on another day, They'll gather 'round the table, come what may. With laughter and joy, they'll toast to the night, For in their madcap family, everything's alright. ----- Hope you enjoyed this piece. Not sure what to do with a scratch on the head? A ❤ ️, a share, or a Subscribe is enough cos it encourages me as a writer to find lovely gists,...you know. Got something to say?, see the comments. If you want to, you can see more of my stories here>>
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe3 years ago in Poets
Forgotten family house
The family had a long-forgotten house deep in the countryside that once belonged to our now deceased cousin. It was located deep in the woods, at least an hour's drive from the main road. When my parents decided to visit and see what shape it was in, they packed up the car with me, my little brother, and another cousin and made the long drive out.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
The time my sis and I saw aliens
When I was about 8-10 years old (I don't remember exactly), my sister and I were at a family party hosted by my uncle's parents. Being Mexican, our parties typically involved lots of relatives, their kids, and random friends, so there were probably 20-25 people there. The party was in my uncle's parents' driveway and front yard, with tables of food in the driveway and kids playing in the front yard where there was a bouncy house.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
