Tag Archives: child

ALEXANDER SCOTCHFIELD: Siren

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Even here in the basement, I still hear the siren wailing in the distance. Mom went with the others to make sure it was safe outside for me.

I’m nine, ten next month, so I wanted to come, but she told me to wait.

That was yesterday.

Where is everyone?

Alexander Scotchfield is a Canadian academic and software developer. He lives in Southern Ontario with his family, including Ulysses, his late night feline writing companion. When he isn’t writing, he can be found writing games, or running in the cool evening hours. See more at scotchfield.com/.

KIERAN IVISON: Mitten

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I lost my favorite mitten this morning.

My dog tried to eat it and choked on it. He couldn’t see very well from all the smoke in the air. My parents wouldn’t have either, but they slept through it.

Now I’m outside, and it’s really cold. I miss my mitten.

Kieran Ivison is a student attending Southeast Missouri State University. He is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Arts in Music Performance and a minor in Mass Communication. He also enjoys writing and randomly browsing the internet.

So You Gave Birth to a Dinosaur

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“So you say you gave birth to a… dinosaur.”

“Yes, doctor.”

“And that’s him, there? He looks quite normal to me.”

“He’s a dinosaur, really!”

“Well, if he is a dinosaur, when I place my finger in his mouth he should—HE BIT MY HAND OFF!!”

“I told you so.”

This was story was based on a title suggested by @Keab42.

Vegetarian Roommate

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“There’s a monster under my bed!” whimpered Sophie.

“I know,” said Mom. “I put it there. It likes dark places.”

“Won’t it come out at night and eat me!?”

“No, it’s a vegetarian.”

Sophie put fresh heads of lettuce under her bed every day for the rest of her life.

Motivation

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She literally stood on her head trying to impress Dad enough for one sincere compliment.

But he just smiled and said she was “gym-nasty,” so she jumped off the balance beam and tackled him and they both laughed, and he still didn’t seem to understand why she practiced so hard.

BRENDA THIESSEN: A Mother’s Heart

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Overwhelmed with inexplicable love, she holds her newborn baby to her breast.

She nurtures her child with tender, loving care through the years, through all the joys and challenges.

Even into adulthood, she watches this beautiful life with amazement and wonder, thanking the Creator,

Until this mother’s heart stops beating.

Brenda Thiessen, along with her husband, Harv, lives in Port Colborne, Ontario, where she serves with Operation Mobilization Canada. They have four children – three girls and one boy – and will soon have a son-in-law (and a nephew-in-law: me!).

Kid Chameleon

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When he wanted to stay in bed, he imitated a cozy blanket.

When he wanted to keep playing outside, he made himself look like a tree.

When he didn’t want to eat his broccoli, he blended into his chair.

Dad was usually fooled, but Mom could see right through it.

This story was based on a title suggested by @Vigafray.

LIANNA WILLIAMSON: The Darkness Those Eyes Have Seen

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He pointed the camera at her and asked, “Grandma, how does it feel to be a great grandmother?”

She looked up from the baby they had named for her late husband, her eyes wet.

“Everything the Nazis took from me… I got it all back.” Her voice was triumphant: “Everything.”

You can read more of Lianna Williamson’s writing on her writing blog.

Lie-Baby

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“Aww, where’s mommy?” they teased. “Is baby homesick?”

And she dried her tears and lied to them.

“I’m not homesick,” she shouted, and that wasn’t the lie.

“I don’t care about my mommy,” she protested, and that wasn’t the lie.

“Leave me alone!” she screamed, and that was the lie.

This story was based on a title suggested by Dan Hingston through the Facebook page.

Martian Window Shopper

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It stepped gingerly from floor tile to floor tile, peering through the panes of glass with eyes widened by wonder and awe.

“Why ya gettin’ all googly-eyed?” asked a child. “Ain’tcha never seen a candy store before?”

It hadn’t. And its translator was broken.

It felt threatened. It reacted poorly.

This story was based on a title suggested by @Keab42.