family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Well Done
My mother didn’t have much worth saving. Now that the funeral was over and everyone has gone back to their lives without her in it, I felt like starting the dreadful task of getting rid of her things. Maybe it was to stay in my pool of depression a little while longer, or maybe it was to start climbing out of it. This would probably be a lot less painful if I had siblings, or a father, but I didn’t.
By Shannon McHugh5 years ago in Humans
A dollar and a Dream
A Dollar and a Dream Chris is your average hard worker. Works two jobs to support his mom and siblings. Goes to work, plays basketball on the weekends and repeat. Really your average blue collar worker. Chris is the only person close to his grandmother in the family. Cut off for her streak of crime back in the day no one else would be bothered with her. So on one faithful night she passed and the family didn’t blink an eye. That is except Chris. Chris couldn’t eat, and called out of work two days in a row. He never missed a day in all his years at both jobs, which prompted coworkers assuming the worst to contact him all day. Chris told everyone he was just fine even though deep down he felt his heart breaking. He then receives a call, “hello Chris I was your grandmother’s lawyer, she didn’t have much but she left you her life savings. A little under $21,000.” Still sad Chris didn’t pay much mind to it. He worked so hard so he had barely any debt piled up. He went back to work and continued business as usual, starting to get in better spirits. He takes a picture of the cash he has and posts it on social media with the hashtag Ballin. Chris found it odd to have 100 likes in less than an hour as none of his other posts have even been close to that.
By Kaleil Washington5 years ago in Humans
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK Stockholm, 5 years after What a depressing feeling, sitting here and realizing that I can't do anything to change the unchangeable. Nothing but Bill Withers serenading in the background, soothing me while I lick my deep wound like a cat fallen from the 10th floor after its eyes closed and fallen in afternoon nap enjoying life in a sunny day. But no, what is life at the end but a constant hesitation of joy and disappointment? Never take it too easy my friends.. You never know when you too can fall from the 10th floor taking a nap from the 10th floor. We humans like cats, can fall, get a slight injury and stand up again on our feet again as nothing happened. We are built to do just so. Are made to be stronger than glaciers, oceans, rocks and deserts. Our purest strength within our mind and soul. The weakest you are, the stronger and better chances you have to restart and leave everything behind you. Yes, what a discouraging beginning to such a beautiful and startling story. Leaving behind the Dostoyevskian affection, I will tell you about the day that changed my entire existence and the travel leading me to finding finally the essence of my purpose, my fate.
By Ghizlane Msaad Mghari5 years ago in Humans
An Empty world
Light shone through the window as if it was directed specifically to this one room, something was off about this light though, it wasn't bright, it had a dullness to it that seemed as though the life was being sucked from it as it entered. His dull and lifeless eyes scanned the room in search of one spec of hope that his life hadn't crumbled to nothing. But all he saw was an empty room with one rocky chair placed in front of the window, which faced out onto to the courtyard from the second-story of his once life enriched home. He didn't think that it was the roses or the sun his wife found so fascinating about this window, he didn't believe she was really looking at anything as she moved back and forth in the wooden chair.
By Lauren McGarvie5 years ago in Humans
Words Unspoken
If it were up to me, I would never attend another funeral in my life. Or rather, never again submit to the constant badgering and shaming of my family and allow myself to be dragged into such a grim celebration of life, if it could even be called a celebration.
By April Potack5 years ago in Humans
fountains
Dear Joy, Suffice to say I never found the fountain of youth. I believe you began to suspect as much at your white coat ceremony two years ago – when you held my hand and felt that it was cold in that sweltering Galveston day. You’re a trooper for handling that weather. I don’t think I could ever do it. Back then, I still hadn’t told anyone. But you held my hand and looked at me like I was your grandmother’s fine china. It’ll be yours one day, that china – selfishly, I hope that day is sooner than later, though I suppose time will no longer concern me as much then as it will you. I guess I can wait. So I hope for your sake it is a long time before you set your own Easter table with those blue-ivy cups and plates and ridiculous gravy-boat. Your grandmother loves it. Remember her, and your grandfather, when you make the table. I am so sorry we never made it down to see you again. I thought I’d box myself up and have Loretta slap a “Fragile: THIS SIDE UP” sticker on me, ship me right down to you. She didn’t go in for that though. I don’t suppose you found any fountains on the Gulf?
By Seth Grant5 years ago in Humans
The Page Horizon
I’m looking down at the world from atop the globe and for a very long time, it is quiet. The glass is thick and clear, and small flurries of snow are whirling this way and that, settling down upon mountains and rooftops until ever again, it spins. I am happy here, but I do not know what that means. I do not understand the absence of joy, not yet, and so I cannot know how tightly I should cling to it. I am you, though I do not know what that means. I do not yet understand the absence of everyone else.
By Justin Boyce5 years ago in Humans
A Life On The Page
Marcelo scanned his card and stepped onto the bus, taking a seat across from the open space for wheelchairs. It was well into spring, but that day it felt blustery and cold. As the bus sulked along, Marcelo’s mind strayed to the grading that awaited him at home, and he felt an abrupt, unusual desire to postpone this work. He pressed the tape to indicate a stop request. He wanted solitude before getting home to his mom, their apartment, and the grading. Stepping out into the afternoon, the doors closed and the bus huffed away.
By Jacob Kiryk5 years ago in Humans
