family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Z U R I
The Whitfields were known for one thing and one thing only, their massive vineyards in Columbia Valley. From sparkling wine to a nice merlot, “W” wines was a household name. It was the standard when it came to wine selections and pairings. Zuri Whitfield could not find her family’s legacy any more daunting. As an heir to the family business she detested the idea of one day becoming the head chair, directing board meetings and securing ad placements to keep the brand alive. Sure, she enjoyed a glass of wine as much as the next person. She just wasn’t so in love with the liqueur that she wanted to dedicate the latter part of her life to it. At 28 years old, she had other dreams. To which her family weren’t privy to. If she shared with her very “traditional” parents that she wanted to study the art of interior design they’d laugh. No need to present the idea, she knew of her father’s response already.
By Alexandria Hall5 years ago in Humans
Treasure Hunt
It had been a rough two weeks. Since receiving the phone call that my dad was in the hospital, I had been busier than any day I had been at college. Mom had died six years earlier from cancer and as the only child, it fell to me to take care of Dad.
By Christina Grim5 years ago in Humans
The Shoebox
The Shoebox by HOLLY LE DU They say that you have to know what you want before you can get it. Abby trudged up the snow-covered walkway of her parent’s house, a 19th century faded grey and white 2-story, picking up a brown paper-wrapped package left on the porch.
By Holly Le Du5 years ago in Humans
The Time Will Come
I felt a deep connection to William from the moment I met him. He was the retired, village teacher, that everyone knew and deeply adored. His endless joy was effervescent. I often wondered what force within him could possibly power that level of happiness, given all he had endured. Now in his 90’s, he peacefully awaited the end of a life fulfilled with a “knowing” that I could not comprehend.
By Carrie Podsednikova5 years ago in Humans
Dance with the Devil
Ruthie felt excited, but vaguely queasy at the same time. She had packed the kids off to bed, made sure the sitter had everything she needed, and laid her false trail. The year was 1991 ... and it was way easier back then to keep prying eyes away from your secret business. Ruthie liked her secrets.
By Gillian Lesley Scott5 years ago in Humans
All about her
“You can’t have her, I won’t allow it!” Mr Blanchet said imperiously, sitting behind his ornate oak desk. I stand before him, defiant. My name is Reynold, and I am in love with Louisa Blanchet, daughter of the local timber merchant Charles Blanchet. He thinks he runs this small town with his millions, but tonight he is not getting his way.
By Alan Ograzden5 years ago in Humans
Where Weeds were Flowers
Scott strode through the tall grass, the jackknife swung in his pants pocket, a heavy weight that pulled his leg forward like a pendulum. He imagined that he was a clockwork man, made of tin, sprayed with Rustoleum. He wiped his damp forehead. The muggy air was dusty and hard to breath. He started to dig out the inhaler in his other pants pocket. Changed his mind. I'm the Tin Man, he reminded himself. I don't need to breath.
By Craig Terlson5 years ago in Humans
Reflection
The mirror came with the money, there was no way around it. Rachel had been right, it was creepy. John was a little over six feet tall and it stood higher than him. Dulled brass curved along the top, ending in a five point crown. The top two corners were decorated with open hands and the bottom of the mirror was supported by clawed feet. A few dark spots could be seen along the sides of the glass, but otherwise the reflection he saw of himself was clear. A little, black book had been affixed to the back with a ridiculous amount of tape and he had hoped to find some answers in there about the strange piece of furniture. He had flipped through it once on the day it was delivered and, seeing it empty, tossed it onto the bedside table next to what used to be Rachel’s side of the bed. Thinking of Rachel brought up the memory of their last conversation and he cringed.
By Rebecca James5 years ago in Humans
The Idol
Michael was born to a middle class Catholic family, Debra and Johnathan Fox. Debra, a staunch and dedicated mother of the home and portrait of classic Hollywood beauty, her brown hair neatly coiffed against a gaunt and almost porcelain face while her ever present brown eyes were glassy and well worn, like an old film kept behind a pane of glass, beautiful and yet still somehow so distant and aloof. Johnathan however, was anything but distant. Bespectacled eyes and a clean high and tight shaven head frame a stern and all-knowing face, worn by a man of enormous stature, towering over Michael's demure and timid frame of 110 pounds at a colossal 230 pounds. Johnathan Fox was not one to be subtle, that is, when he wasn't ensuring that Michael suffer through, or rather, experience life as it was for Johnathan growing up. A true man of the cloth, each day for Michael was exalted in lesson after lesson about the good book. When it wasn't being drilled into him, Michael quickly learned that any act of disobedience in the eyes of his father would soon resort to a fate bent for only the hardest of criminals.
By Brandon Distel5 years ago in Humans
Roots
I have always been proud of where I come from. Just a small rural town close to northern Ohio Appalachia with big rolling fields and the smell of fresh cut hay, the seasonal whiff of manure. There's always a hum of tractors and talk of big machinery, livestock, and crops.
By Emma Stefanick5 years ago in Humans
