Write about a “found family” who are finally able to get together again after a long time apart.
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“Magic coffee beans” by Phil Manders
“Henry! . . . Wake up . . . Henry! . . . Wake up. Its morning, we need to go check.” Fresh dawn light, seized its opportunity and peeked in through a small gap in the zip. The sleep filled air inside the tent was an electric blue, as warm sunshine forced itself through the navy canvas. Outside, birds were in the final throws of another rendition of their classic, ...
“Time Heals” by Keren Cardoza
I sat anxiously in my bedroom, every passing ring making me feel worse.It’s no use I sighed, then finally she answered: “Hello”? She greeted, sounding detached, distant. I swallowed: “Hi”. I smiled: “Amy”? She asked stunned. “How did you get this number”? “Sorry, it was on your Facebook page, I didn’t wanna invade your privacy, it’s just been so long you know”? I rambled, probably seem...
“Godesses” by Kerensa Rybak
She wasn't always this way, and she has to remind herself of this fact each day as she pushes down her panic. It's become an unfamiliar existence; the mundane small lifeboats scattered in the tumult, made up of routine and normalcy, are now few and far between, and the sense of drowning is as tangible as the pills she takes to block out the day. He is always downstairs, and the rage and wallowing engulf the rooms...
“The Re-Opening Before the Re-Opening” by Deborah Mercer
We will be delighted to see you at the Trafalgar Hotel for the Re-Opening before the Re-Opening. It had been done the old fashioned way, through the post, and with little cards bigger than a credit card but smaller than a postcard, that pointed to them being specially made. There were little blue and gold chevrons at the corner, and an artist’s impression of the Hotel. But there was also a little person...
“Mirrored Lies” by Sol Mondschein
For as long as I can remember, I have always lived alone… My name is Aiko, I am a sixteen year old girl and I am currently attending Molden High school. My parents died in a car accident three years ago, I don’t have any siblings and I know nothing about the rest of my family. My dad had never been close to his parents since they disinherited him for choosing a wife they didn’t approve of. My dad’s family is from Japan, ...
“Lost andFound” by Sue Marsh
Lost and Found Suzanne Marsh The days following my Aunt Toni's funeral, were hectic for me. Aunt Toni was the family historian; in other words the junk collector of the Martin family. My Mom, Jenny hated going through family papers; she decided it would be easier for her to have me do it. Aunt Toni 's desk was one of the last things I went through. Mom, had dropped me at Aunt Toni's while she finished sever...
“ I am Found” by Melina Verhoff
I've never seen the light of day. I'm not sure what the birds sing about. I don't know what the smell of oak trees are. The feeling of soft moss growing on the tall pine trees. The taste of wild berries. I have never seen the planet known as the Earth. I was born in a spaceship, a whole civilization of people who, too, have never been to or seen the lifeless planet. Since that day... I'm only 16 years o...
“Family Reunion” by Redd Herring
“How much longer?” Hunter held the door handle to keep from sliding out of the seat. The truck lurched, flinging him toward the dash. He threw his hands up to brace himself, but he no longer had a grip on the door. Down on the floorboard he went.“Pothole!” Codey yelled. He threw his head back laughing.“Hilarious,” he glared at Codey and pulled himself up onto the seat. “This thing is a hazard, man! You never heard of a seatbelt?”“Way before this girl’s time,” he patted the dash. “She’s a classic.”“She’s a death...
“Late Arrival” by Ken Coomes
Robert paced back and forth, scowling at the tiled floor in the train station. Martha sat on the bench defining one side of Robert’s path, trying to concentrate on her knitting. Sam sat beside his mother, looking at his watch every two minutes. Robert stopped in front of his wife and lifted his flinty-eyed gaze from the tiled floor to the large clock over the ticket counter. It showed the time as 11:01 p.m. Part...
“Yellow-Footed Pigeon” by Isaac Alex
Content warning: suicide The sound of pigeon beaks knocking my window frame woke me from my sleep every morning, but for the past few weeks, I slept longer than usual because I had been dreaming about Mariam. I didn’t know why. It was strange because I hadn’t seen or heard from her in close to twelve years. Then suddenly I got a call two days ago from my father that the whole family was getting together because Mariam’s husband had just died. He said she was devastated and needed us to be there for her d...
“She Hate Running.” by Zach Young
“I wish to become really, REALLY good at one thing by the time I’m an adult,” 14 year-old Janice said to herself, blowing out her 14th birthday candle. She was nearsighted and had developed a hundred-yard stare at a young age. Blobs of fuzzy shapes would help to sort thoughts of why her sister, Denise, was gifted at just about everything while she, the older sister, had been left in the ...
“GETTING-TOGETHER” by Olabanji Aliu
I.“Yeleee, yele!” someone shouted in the tense and unmoving traffic.We have been stuck for the past thrirty minutes after leaving the hotel. I had been with Nife, my new Sugar baby, I went on practicing the lie I would offer up to my wife whenever she asked where I had been. She wouldn't believe me but neither would she know the truth.I strained my neck out to see whom it was. I looked around knowing fully well the person would call again.“Yele! Oko Basira.”I grinned.No one had called me that in a...
“THE RECONCILIATION” by Sivaram Govindaraj
I am the vice president of a food product company and I am also the chief of sales. I travel extensively and was on my way back when the plane landed at an airport en route for attention. It was already 7 in the evening and we were scheduled to take off again at 9 in the night. By that time the covid lockdown was imposed and I was stuck at the airport. I called my wife Rita and told her of my predicament. The next mornin...
“Achilles' Heel” by Rose McCoy
Never has there been a more bitter or scathing winter. The ice is sharp and freezing, and snow constantly drifts down from a blinding white sky in monstrous torrents; the snowflakes are less flakes than heavy pricks I can feel as they hit me, sinking into my skin from whichever direction I’m facing.The wind blows against me, heavy, fierce, and it pushes the snow towards me in waves: the whiteness fills my eyes, my ears, my mouth. I cannot blink for fear of blindness, I cannot breathe for fear of choking, and the only sound I am sti...
“Stone Walls, Iron Bars” by Tanja Cilia
Hey, you, out there; you think you know everything there is to know about incarcerated women. But you are grossly misinformed. Just because you watch re-runs of Locked Up, Orange is the New Black, Wentworth, or Prisoners, you can’t even begin to know what life is like behind bars in a women’s prison. Each of us has a different story. Oh yes, the dramas about favouritism, butches ...
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