Out of the Box Short Stories
Out of the Box Short Stories
Submitted by: Tom Snow As a child, I lived in Columbus, Ohio with my parents and two brothers, both older than me. Growing up in a middle-class family, I was raised in denominational churches but I did not know the Lord. My family and I went to churches that…
Submitted by: Nadia F. Rose was a young woman living in Chicago and a mother to two young daughters. A few years previously, in 1959, she and her husband, Elias, had immigrated to the United States from Amman, Jordan. Years earlier, before they were married, Elias’s parents and siblings…
By: Nadia F. Chicago, also known as the windy city, was home for me for many years. Located on Lake Michigan in Illinois, it is a large metropolis famous for its bold architecture, the skyline punctuated by skyscrapers. The city boasts world-renowned museums, beautiful beaches, famed restaurants, a groundbreaking…
Submitted by: Nadia F. Elias Riz, my father, was born in 1927 in British mandated Palestine, the area that is now Israel. He and his family lived in a small town, which likely wasn’t very modern or advanced. But his father, Yousef Riz, worked with the British as an…
Submitted by: Dorothy Gable A few months before my mother’s death, she began to receive visits from my deceased father. Six years earlier, my father had passed away. When he died, my sisters and I gathered to help our mother and we realized that she could not live on…
Submitted by: Nadia F. When I was about twenty-five years old, living in Chicago, I asked my husband to drive me to the Maryhill Catholic Cemetery. My grandfather had died three or four years earlier and was buried there, but I had never gone to visit him. My sisters…
Submitted by: Lorrie Morales “I’ll meet you down the hill,” I said. Smiling at Jim, my co-worker, I scooted myself off the chairlift bench and pointed my skis to the right. Jim veered off the left. I was one of the teacher chaperones for the annual, high school…
Over the years, starting from the time we married, my husband and I moved numerous times. When we first met, my husband was a carpenter by trade, worked with concrete and was, by every definition, a very conscientious and hard worker. We started doing northern work in Canada, living in…
Submitted By: Linda Rayner Spring, with its warm breezes, new emerald growth and budding flowers, was transitioning into the hot days of summer as June was gradually drawing to a close. Although it should have been a time of anticipating the lazy, laidback days of summer holidays, the season proved…
Submitted By: Nadia F. I grew up in Chicago, Illinois, with my parents, sisters and brother. We attended a Catholic church and I went to Catholic schools. I loved the Catholic Church and believed in God, but I always felt that something was missing. In my early twenties I prayed…
