siblings
Siblings are the only enemy you can't live without.
Stinkerbell
I can still remember my older sister’s eleventh birthday party. She and her little preteen friends sitting smushed together in a circle on the bench seats of my grandma’s barely functioning jacuzzi. Now, this was in the middle of my notable Tinkerbell phase, so I was hopping in circles in the center of the tub like a fairy rearing to send my five-year-old self into one of these girls’ laps. I don’t know whether it was because it was her birthday or because she was my sister, but I kept leaping into only her lap.
By Violet Toussaint4 years ago in Families
addiction
I am a 17-year-old who all I do is be addicted to social media, my phone, and my room it's like I don‘t care who I am surrounded but I should have known life can draw sometimes happiness and can draw sometimes sadness and it can cause sometimes depression
By jane smith4 years ago in Families
Why I Can't Buy You Smokes
My creative writing, where I find my solitude. The things I find most laughable, are all the things I'd once laughed at my parents for saying. They'd say I'd understand one day and boy they were right. Like how I couldn't understand why they never had time for video games. I was so encapsulated by these worlds of make believe created for me to explore where I was the strongest and best. I loved the hard tasks and doing things that were once thought to be impossible.
By The Passionate Autistic4 years ago in Families
THE LAST BALLGAME
“That was the best game we’ve ever had!” my brother, Frank said as he draped his arm around my shoulders. He couldn’t have been any happier and I couldn’t have agreed more as I stood on my toes, lifted my head, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. After taking off my glove and wedging it under my left arm, I rubbed the palms of my hands on the front of my pants to dry off the dampness the leather produced. Together, we walked off the field remembering how it all began.
By Margaret Brennan4 years ago in Families
My brother’s nickname and the story behind it
My oldest brother and best friend, Benadykt, was adopted. He had lived in Mongolia four years before we had for him. I’m writing this today in honor of his gotcha day(with his permission, of course). This story is the one of how he got is infamous nickname that his kahoot name for the rest of his life. Have you ever heard of the game Dutch blitz? If you haven’t, it’s a fast paced card game, that if I do say so myself, I excelled at. I never lost a game. It was so bad to the point we had to make a deal. If I wanted to play, getting half my points would be considered winning for the other side. So one late Friday night, my parents and much older sisters were watching Jurassic park in the living room, and me and Benadykt we forced to hide out in the back room until it was finished. Back then, we were terrified that even hearing the smallest sound from the movie would give us nightmares for the rest of our lives. That was a very long movie, and in about an hour or so, we had exhausted all the games we owned already. So I used one of my many talents to wheedle Benadykt to play Dutch Blitz with me. We played a few rounds with the rule I had stated above, and I beat him every time. I could sense he was starting to get tired, but I managed to convey him into one more game. Now, around this time the ninth fast and furious was coming out. We were all interested in seeing it, because we were finally old enough too. We had watched the trailer a million times in the mall. At one point in the trailer, the main villain, stands proudly in front of the screen and says, “I’m like black Superman!”
By And I am Nightmare4 years ago in Families
The Changel Christmas
Hettienne and Haagen Changel The fog of mourning spreads through their home—wrapping each of them in their own way. Father has left the door wide open ever since mother died. There is finality in the way father wanders out, leaving Hettienne and Haagen alone. It is Christmas day.
By Matt Keating4 years ago in Families
