family

The best present is being present
“All the gifts wrapped in brown paper are yours!” Said her mother, smiling. Alana ran giggling, she wanted to open them all!
By Sofia Duarte5 years ago in Fiction
Home at Last
Kate stared into the large, rectangular bathroom mirror as she swept her medium-length, silky, dark-brown waves of hair up into a loose bun. Her large, gray eyes and thin, rosy lips pulled a look of displeasure as she saw the five freckles on her nose. Her skin was very pale, so the freckles seemed even more prominent. In actuality, to anyone else, it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it vexed her. She knew she was no extreme beauty, but she had always thought that her nose was pretty nice looking. Now even that is spoiled by those horrid freckles.
By Stella Y Wei5 years ago in Fiction
Care Package
I have to slam my hip into the door to open it. The rain from this morning having caused it to jam shut. The amazon box scrapes across the porch, sliding off the faded welcome mat before abruptly stopping once it reaches the wall.
By Rebecca Ontiveros5 years ago in Fiction
New folktale about myself
One morning when cleaning the floors, I discover a hole in the wood that looks like a fingermark in cake icing. I re-cover it with the rug and resolve to sand it down, but the hole has expanded and deepened a few days later. It's now possible for me to run two fingers through it. It's also soft around the edges and damp to the touch. I feel like I'm invading on something while I'm hunched over it on my knees, the embarrassment of seeing an animal give birth, so I cover it up again, ignore it for days, even deflect my gaze.
By kings5 years ago in Fiction
A child's protector
It was the simplest of gestures. River still remembers the day vividly. Their father had just returned from a trip to Hawaii. His company was building a resort and he had been sent out to evaluate construction. Four year old River had begged and begged for their father to bring them with, but he said no. Instead, he promised to bring back souvenirs from the trip. He had delivered, bringing river back shirts, toys, and other little gifts. The one that stuck with River was a little wooden statue of a shark.
By Cam5 years ago in Fiction
Avoidance
Shock. That was all Sam was able to feel. Her emotions always overwhelmed her, but this was too much. This was not something she could deal with, probably ever. So, she did the only thing that she could think to do, the only thing that ever made her feel better over the past few months. She stood up, walked outside, and started to run.
By Katelyn5 years ago in Fiction
A spot with a view.
It would be hard to overstate the tranquility of the place before him. With his legs stretched out far, his feet rested in the middle of the horizon, connecting the pristine lake to the base of the mountains that twisted and turned into the clouds, further than his eyes could see. The tree at his back provided much needed shade to him and the frogs resting by the lily pads where the base of his hill met the lake.
By Matthew Puzycki5 years ago in Fiction
Even When I Forget
Rhea didn’t think anything of the brown paper box sitting on the ground next to Dad’s arm chair when she visited him for dinner the day before graduation. It was one of those few times the whole family was back together outside of the holidays. Rhea’s brothers flew in from out of town - Gareth with Janet on his arm, the new ring sparkling bright on her finger couldn’t match her smile, and Jace’s lady came with a tiny little hanger-on. Her nephew – Rhea couldn’t believe she was an aunt already! – was so soft and fragile she was afraid she’d break him if she held him. Still, it wasn’t a moment she’d give up for the world, and having them all out there, watching her finally cross that stage, filled Rhea with a sense of pride.
By Kassandra Cherry5 years ago in Fiction
Unknown Conviction
“Let’s get going. We will be late for the show,” William said. “I have to return something first,” Emma said. “What is it?”
By Freya Marthers5 years ago in Fiction
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 Tiny Little Megalodon
Have you ever had a perfect idea that turned out to be not quite as perfect as you imagined? An idea that is put together with time and care. An idea that is revealed all too quickly to be, well....messy.
By Bree Beadman5 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