family
Wrapped Tightly And Hidden
What were you thinking, Mom? You had to have thought I would have had access to your closet, and so much more. If you wanted to continue to keep that part of your life a secret, why didn’t you just tear up and dispose of the contents of the brown paper package. You even re-tied the string that had kept it all a mystery for these last two decades. You must have realized that at the end of your beautiful life, I would be the keeper of the things that represented your full and vibrant existence.
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Fiction
THE OLD JOURNAL
A long time ago, my grandparents went to Mexico for their honeymoon. Grandpa was the only child, he grew up to be a tall man, with a lot of knowledge, his profession was accounting. Grandma, on the other side was the last of five children, and the only girl. She was raised like a princess with a lot of men in a farming house. She grew up to be a housewife like many other women at that period.
By Sandra E Rivera5 years ago in Fiction
Memories in the Garden
The year we moved into the big house on Arbor Lane was the year Momma got the fever. The doctor called it Hay Fever, but we didn’t know what that was. All we could tell was that Momma had to lay down with a cool towel on her face anytime she’d been out near the garden.
By Pam Sievert-Russomanno5 years ago in Fiction
A Box of Love
It was a brilliant day out. The sun was shining and the air was perfect. The breeze wafted gently across the scurrying people, and gently cooled the body. We had been having a heat wave, and the air had been heavy, today was the first day in weeks that it felt just right. I had decided it was the perfect time to go for a walk in the park.
By Carrie Green5 years ago in Fiction
The Package
I've never been one to succumb to desire. Conditions that would tempt most everyone else simply remind me of how much I don't care about the packages I deliver. It's just a job; something that is effortless enough to make a living yet gets me out of the apartment. I've delivered dozens of packages this summer and none of them even remotely sparked my curiosity. None, except for one...
By Ryan Toothaker5 years ago in Fiction
Butterflies and Marigolds
In the immortal words of Edgar Allan Poe, “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” Right now, my life feels more like a nightmare. It’s only been ten days, ten of the longest days of my life. I never knew living could hurt this much until I lost one of the dearest lives I knew. Mamá was gone, poof, just like that. I held her hand as she took her last breaths; they never tell you it’s more than one. You imagine that it’ll be quick, a closing of the eyes, a chest that ceases to rise. But there is so much oxygen in a human body that must be expelled, so much life that has to exit so that it may float on the wind to the next plane of existence. When I realized the hand in mine was limp and lifeless, I gripped it tighter trying to will her soul back into that battered body. It was selfish of me, but in those moments, I just wanted her back, if only for a second. I don’t think Mamá knew how much I loved her, how much she meant to me.
By Bianca Serraty5 years ago in Fiction
A Good Day to Die
“Is today a good day to die?”, I heard faintly whispered in my ear and I shifted in my sleep, sliding my left foot up and down the inside of my right leg. Climbing out of my sleep fog, I tried to remember the question I had just heard. But like many dreams, when my eyes popped open, my memory slammed shut. However, the feeling of unease stayed with me.
By Polly Cavill5 years ago in Fiction
Tinder Love Happiness: What is it all about?
I had coffee while scrolling through Tinder on my phone. After reading profiles and swiping right for thirty minute — there was only one match that caught my attention. His name was Zack. He had a pretty cute swag, with his messy hair and confident eyes staring at me from the picture.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Fiction
Sharkie
The Munsons live in Lititz, Pennsylvania. John Munson works as an Insurance Salesman and his wife Judy, is a part time Florist. Together they have a month of vacation every summer. They work hard to save up for their special time with their little boy Jimmie, 6 years old. This summer, the plan is to rent a houseboat in Florida and live out on the ocean, get some fresh sea air, away from televisions, cellphones and the noise of cars and people, and maybe catch a few fish.
By Neville Nicol5 years ago in Fiction
