Stories tagged “Children”

  • litter

    Sleeping in the corner, was our pet with her children, suckling away quietly. Amusingly, she looked uncomfortable for a mother of a litter of just 2. Perhaps it was the hair: we hardly brought her out to haircuts anymore, or perhaps it was the rusted f...

    • Author: punpun
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Lady of the Spring

    dancing out of reach she twirls away, elated just to be alive color on the wind, the children cannot catch her try as though they might so she slips away, returns to waiting flowers: Lady Butterfly.

    • Author: MaddyRose
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Playground Attack

    Aaron was the first child on the playground to discover it. “’Ey!” he shouted. Bonnie turned and noticed it right away. “Bee!” she cried. Carl was next to spot the giant creature. “See!” he exclaimed, pointing. The children fled to the sa...

  • 13. Transparent Pride

    “Daughter, dear, come here. Little one, be held by your parent.” Now I have to tell you, my sweet audience of a captive performer, I have no children, save the ‘brain children’ I have summoned for myself as company. Misery loves...

  • If.

    If Jace hadn’t asked Macy’s mother if she could come outside to play, her mother would not have agreed. If Macy wasn’t able to play then she wouldn’t have brought the new ball she begged her dad at the store for. If she hadnR...

    • Author: Infinity.
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
  • Sunday

    Sunshine and apple kisses on the front porch. Purple-fingered babies on each lap, crying and laughing. No future thinking at this now, only ruby red grapefruit suns rising passed those fields. The man of the house—not a man at all. We shave him i...

  • A Monster Under the Bed

    “Soph cries for me at night. It happens at least five times a week. She keeps talking about a monster under her bed. It’s really hard sometimes to convince her that there isn’t. Actually, hell, it’s hard for me to convince mysel...

  • In the Vegetable Room

    “It’s a debt I must pay. I have accepted that. If I get to speak to you only this once, I am not interested in telling my story, but another. May I?…Two beautiful girls and a handsome little boy were subjected to this. The oldest, my ...

  • Aw Nuts!

    Mama used to let me help her bake cookies. After Jack was down for his nap, Mama would bring out the big mixing bowl and I’d gather the measuring cups and spoons. My favorite cookies were peanut butter – they always smelled so yummy! One af...

    • Author: Miz Em
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Slug Poem (written by my son when he was 3)

    A Slug in the grass His head was up He was looking around And suddenly he stopped He saw a tiny spider On his way to the park And they became friends And played until dark