WanderingTempest

Family... Every time the thought crosses my mind, a bit of bittersweet feeling hits me. I kind of figure the bitter is the part of what has happened a couple years back within my own family, while the sweet is the simple fact that I still have people I can call family. I mean, sure, we might have our differences, our squabbles. We may be at each other's necks to the point where we may not even be able to stand each other. But at the end of the day, that's what we still are: family. We're still cut from the same cloth, we still share our likes and dislikes, and we're still brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters. That's

Keep running... Just keep running... The twilight over the horizon lit up in a flurry of gunfire, the whistling of ammunition echoing through the alleyways as we ran past. The little bundle of life clinging tightly to me, whimpering, crying, overwhelmed by the recent turn of events. Nothing seemed to be going the way either of us had anticipated, but all we knew was we couldn't let the little one come to harm. "Shh, it's alright..." I whispered, keeping my pace, cursing in my mind for what had happened. "We're gonna get you out of here, safe and sound..." "If they keep up like this, none of us are getting out of here..." I could hear my so