Stories tagged “grandmother”

  • Magistra Vellini

    I walked swiftly down the street. It was the same street I’d walked a million times over, but never with such fear. Train had offered to come with me, but I’d declined. It was a place I had to go alone. I hadn’t spoken to her in year...

  • A Small Silver Chain

    All I’ve got left of my grandmother is a small silver chain. She’s gone from my life, from our lives, and I can’t help but feel that we are diminished by her absence. She’s not dead. Not yet. She has all her life existed somewhere between life ...

    • Author: J. K. W.
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.

  • An Unfortunate Compulsion (Mature)

    Jeff had an unfortunate compulsion to masturbate in inappropriate settings. Bus terminals. The cereal aisle. At the bank. He had been to psychiatrists. However, doctors’ waiting rooms were a common place for the compulsion to strike him, so usual...

    • Author: Aurelia
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5

  • Words of Wisdom

    “I’m scared.” “Of what, dear?” Her deep, grandmotherly voice always soothes me. “…Losing. Losing myself? I don’t know. I don’t understand.” I bury my head in her sweater, confused and upset. S...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted over 2 years ago.

  • Grandmother's Song

    I remember sitting on the floor of my grandmother’s home, her plush carpet tickled between my toes and her sweet rosy perfume in thickened the air. I can remember watching her in her chair as she rocked back and forth with a ball of yarn in her lap. ...

  • At The Zoo

    “Look at the birds! Oh, look at the birds!” The old woman, grasping a little boy’s hand tight as death stared, raptured, as the tiny balls of scale and fluff flung themselves into the air of the cage with the abandon of those that can...

  • GOLDILOCKS-kid story-PART 1

    Do you know the story of Goldilocks? Well you must know, or at least you think you do. Why do I say that? Well, I know the real story. See, I am Louise Carolyn Goldilocks and my grandmother told me firsthand what really happened that day. Grandmother w...

  • In Between Minds: Stretching Out

    One small rabbit and two potatoes were hardly a feast but over the past few months I had grown used to living off the land. Grandmother’s pouches held a variety of herbs and spices that, when added in small pinches, gave each simple meal a little...

  • In Between Minds: A Dangerous Place

    “That wasn’t a test, was it?” I asked. “Not part of the training?” Grandmother cleared her throat but answered with her mind instead. Yes and no. That memory came from inside you. It is yours. The exercises helped uncover ...

  • In Between Minds: A More Direct Lesson

    Natalya was nothing like the Grandmother I had grown to know and like over the last few months. There was a kind of feral-ness to her. Eyes that had often appraised me, or been the cap of a smile, now darted back and forth as if there was something hid...