family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
'When you do dance'
“That looks like Downton Abbey to me.” Two teenagers stand gawping at the gates of the regal, cream, brick building of the Royal Ballet School, situated in the lush green of Richmond park. Anya continues talking to her friend Vicky who is still mesmerized, “I can't believe you dragged us all this way though! Oi, Vic, I'm talking to you!” She playfully nudges Vicky who finally responds,
By Eloise Lovell Anderson5 years ago in Humans
Worlds Apart
Ham, Lettuce, no pickles. It is Sunday after all. Queuing in the bakery, the sun shines through the storefront and lands in the small of her back, feeling like a warm hug. Her long, thick dark hair gently sways side to side as she subtly dances to the music that’s playing. As Ted would say - any day that you’re lucky enough to be alive, is a good day.
By Stephanie Arnold5 years ago in Humans
HARRY
Saoirse was surprised to see an old Indian man sitting cross-legged under the arcade. He had a sitar across his lap, his straggly grey hair and beard flowed onto his orange, ankle-length kurta and he was writing in a small black notebook. When he looked up, his dark eyes met hers and he beamed radiantly.
By Graham Lester George5 years ago in Humans
Falling from the Sky
I For six days now, I have woken up at the moment of impact—drenched in sweat, but with every bone intact. I have dreams of falling from the sky. On a sweltering summer day, I coast on a breeze high above the sea, dipping and curling like a swallow. Yet in the moment I taste my freedom, a sudden tempest strikes from the clouds, and I fall to earth like Icarus. I wake before collision, but with an instant of phantom pain.
By Brianna Riggio5 years ago in Humans
A Life In Cents
She ran her fingers mindlessly along the porch railing, stopping every now and then to pick off old cracking paint. There was something deeply satisfying about this, as if it was the first step in making this place her own, she had the right to pick this paint. Who chose this blue? She wondered.
By Katia Shulga5 years ago in Humans
Repeat
March 1, 2021 I looked at my watch, reached out, and tapped the bell with a shaking hand. I had been in this lobby alone for 15 minutes; not wanting to seem rude, I made sure that at least one-minute passed between ringings. I didn't want anything to jeopardize my acceptance chances. More than once since arriving, I thought this must be a hoax or that they duped me; however, I couldn't bring myself to leave. I stood in the lobby shaking, occasionally crying, and gripping my little black book so hard my knuckles were white. Another minute, another gentle tap on the bell that read, "ring for service."
By Erika Thornton5 years ago in Humans
