family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
The Owl Guardian
It was their third day of hiking on the Appalachian trail. Paul was an older man with graying hair and a moustache, around the same height as his teenaged son. Distraught as his mother passed away the week prior, Mark was finally able to regulate himself. Having his green T-rex plush and chewing necklace with him at all times certainly helped. Both Paul and Mark were autistic, so being away from the rest of the society and exploring the beauty of nature is what brought them peace.
By Sebastian Joseph5 years ago in Humans
Wa Huhu and the Wolf
She had dreamt of a Wa huhu that autumn night. It had been a cold one and she had asked her mother for an extra fur for warmth to cuddle under. Her belly had been full of the delicious stew made from corn, beans, and venison which her beloved Elisi, her mother's mom, had made. The campfire gave them all comfort as her father and the other young men were off on a hunting trip that would last for several days. And before she had said her goodnights, her Edudu, her mother's father had taught her of the seven grandfathers. The lesson that evening had been on truth.
By Shirley Belk5 years ago in Humans
Spirit Guide
She didn’t even know how she got on this nursing assignment. She hated doing working at night, especially at this place way out in the boonies. But the extra money would come in handy. It would help her pay down her student loans and give her the experience needed to work somewhere closer to home in a hospital with a set schedule and better pay.
By Nicole Lawrence5 years ago in Humans
The Key
The blue was all around me, cool and quiet. I felt myself sink deeper, weightless, and yet pulled further into the void below. A light flickered above me, and I reached out my hand as if to grab hold of it, but suddenly a noise jolted me awake. I slapped the alarm clock and rolled back onto the pillow, letting the fog lift as I wiggled my toes and rubbed my eyes. I have gotten used to waking up alone, maybe too used to it, but this time I wished more than anything John wasn’t working the nightshift. I had not slept well, and I was not looking forward to what the day would bring. It was all too much to think about.
By Shanna Labrador5 years ago in Humans
Oliver & the Barn-Owl
It was late in the evening when the crescent moon started to peak through the heavy rain clouds, poking its way to illuminate the damp, wet streets, bushes and buildings below it. The deem orange, green and red coloured lights from the nearby airport, which were constantly on throughout the day and night were more luminescent in after the rain. Smaller lights from security vans driving beside the runways shimmered lightly as the wet spray from their tyres caused a coloured mist of deep-red and warm yellow. Usually, the large planes packed with passengers from overseas travelling over would have their lights beaming across the runway and taxiway. Causing a racquet both visually and audio-wise for any overnight passengers trying to sleep in the nearby hotels. Trying to catch the last bits of sleep before having to wake up that was before the global pandemic. All air traffic had been reduced internationally to barely three planes each day arriving. Even the large freight airline companies had reduced their flights in response to possible quarantining restrictions for pilots. It had been a very usual, disruptive and stressful year when the outbreak happened for many returning travellers. Especially for one returning passenger who was still wide awake in the nearby hotel by the airport, one Oliver Maunu, a return traveller placed in hotel-quarantine from his returning trip aboard in Northern Ireland.
By RG Hawkshaw 5 years ago in Humans
Peanut Butter Handcuffs
The smell of peanut butter pancakes crept into her nose and pulled her from the comfort of the California king-sized bed we found ourselves in at the end of most nights. Thoughts running through my head on how I should say what needs to be said, and if now was as good a time as any. Were the possible repercussions worth it?
By Desmond Jefferson5 years ago in Humans
The Village: Part 1.2
***The village is a collection of memories based on the premise that it takes a village to raise a child. I will be jumping around so if you see an entry that goes from part one to part five, it doesn’t mean you’ve missed anything. I will be getting back to other parts as I go. I just don’t know when inspiration will strike.
By Sebastian Hill5 years ago in Humans
“The Boy in the Barn”
The sun was setting behind the city, creating an orange glow on the walls of the living room. I’ve lived here the past ten years, after my dad disappeared and my mom fell in love with my step-father. Everyone else’s voices hushed as the TV replaced their yelling, echoing my silence. The news channel droned on about “threats to democracy” and “risks to public health”, sprinkled with a newborn, baby elephant at the local zoo.
By Mel Hisert5 years ago in Humans
Fly High Dad
I was awoken by a loud screech. A haunting sound. It did little but rattle my nerves, for it's been a reoccurring sound on a nightly basis. The same bone chilling screech of a barn owl for almost a year now. I looked at my clock on my side table. 3:10 am. Dumb animal, why can't you let me sleep? I threw the blankets off me and stumbled to the bathroom. As I turned the light on, I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I jumped back a little as I almost couldn't recognize myself. I had a ghostly pale complection. My eyes, typically emerald green, were void of color and looked to be sunken into my heart shaped face. As if on cue, the dam broke and the water began to flow. Tears now too big for my own face, raced to escape their reservoir behind my eyes. I turned away from myself and did my deed. Returning to my bed, I flopped on my bed to the sound of yet another screech and a few hisses.
By Paula Tybor Lmt5 years ago in Humans
