literature

Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.

Good Deeds
“This is crap!” Uncle Bobby bellowed, leaping to his feet. "I came here to get paid, not write a novel!” He shook the black notebook with such force that it might have been a small animal clamping down on his finger, then flung it to the ground where it cartwheeled twice before coming to rest.
By Angela Howe5 years ago in Families
The Gift
Nola was extraordinary, period. She held a special gift like no other, and when Nanna suddenly passed, the one thing that haunted her since birth, would turn out to be the biggest blessing beyond imagination.
By Yolanda Farmer 5 years ago in Families
The Grimoire of Ursula Parris
Dust motes drift lazily in the feeble light of the basement. Sue sneezes violently and glares at a bottle of air freshener. The lavender scent does little to cover the musty smell of the damp air.
By Christa Galloway5 years ago in Families
Fairy House
The day I was born was the last time I made an early appearance. December 4th, in the height of the North American 1998 blizzard. My mom started to feel pressure in her lower abdomen at 4am, woke up my dad and trudged their way through a foot of snow to the hospital 10 miles down the road. At 8am I arrived, exactly one month early the doctors said. I spent 5 days in an incubator while nurses made sure I began to thrive. A weak heart they told my mom who was at the sharp age of 19; it explains so much now. She steadied herself with my dad’s callused hands and didn’t let on to anyone how scared she really was for me.
By Amber Klein5 years ago in Families
How We Tend to Disappear
Sophie Blanc folded a fresh, sage towel into thirds and hung it from the oven, as she'd done each day upon finishing her shift at the Wright's home. The summer months seemed to pass right through her, as did the air from the sound, making her time on Merrimack Isle something like a dream.
By Andie Carrozzella5 years ago in Families
A Good Kick in the Pants
A Good Kick in the Pants Maggie’s left eye cracked open at exactly 5:59 am, one minute before the alarm clock was set to do it’s job. She didn’t understand how this talent manifested itself but utilized it to give her daughter, Molly, sleeping in the bed next to her an extra 20 minutes of sleep before rising for school. Maggie and Molly shared a one bedroom apartment in the Lower East Side of Manhattan well before the area became the upscale neighborhood it is today. Molly had just turned 8, Maggie was 29. Her husband had an affair while Maggie was pregnant and left for good shortly after Molly’s birth. Times were lean, Maggie made just enough for them to scrape by with few extravagances. Yet they were happy.
By Russell Pierce5 years ago in Families
The CIA Will Find The Truth
“Who do you think you are? Don’t you know who I am?” Full of contempt, with the corners of his mouth pulled down, eyebrows raised, and chest puffed, my father played the grandiose. Hardly intimidated, the bearlike psychiatric nurse put his muscular arm and broad paw on my father’s cramped shoulder and helped him into the ambulance. Before the nurse could close the door, my father stretched out his muddy hands toward me. “Take good care of it! The CIA will find the truth! This is the evidence to save our future.” Then, with narrow, reddened eyes drowning in desperation, he placed a dirty finger over his lips and looked around. “Not a word. It’s about life and death!”
By Ligeia 5 years ago in Families
Some People Aren't Meant to be Saved
There’s so much you won’t grasp from the story that you are about to read. How do you fit years of abuse into one, short sentiment?
By Summer Kaur5 years ago in Families
Matthews malevolence
Matthews malevolence. The small black notebook lay on the table whilst Matthew sat down to read a letter that was just once folded inside it.
By M. Henry5 years ago in Families
The Night That Changed Our Lives Forever
One stormy autumn night in Phoenix, Arizona everything came crashing down. A huge leak had sprung and the maintenance workers for the property were nowhere to be found. There was a note in the mailbox that had distinct directions to get out and the owner had gone to jail and they were going to try and collect on the house. My husband, our four children, a parrot and our precious cat name Lillie and I only had a few hours left to make a decision and get a plan together. After much contemplation we decided to travel to Harbor Town, Memphis Tennessee. We finally reached with our Uhaul truck after driving 2400 miles and across 6 states. It is 9:37 am and exhausted is an understatement.
By Silena Le Beau5 years ago in Families
The Goodbye
Alicia was almost done sorting through her grandmother’s mahogany highboy. She was surrounded by neat piles of memorabilia that corresponded to various family members. All the old studio photographs, lovingly hand painted by her grandmother, would go to her uncle. The threadbare yellow silk box with the heirloom pearls would go to her sister. The old, tarnished silver baby spoons and baptism dresses would go to her niece.
By Kyle White5 years ago in Families
The Emergence of Power
After 12 years in the house, Amelia had seen enough to know that she didn’t want to spend another second there. It’s not that Mrs. Ainsworth was a mean person, it’s just that she wasn’t all that nice either.
By Erica Mendel5 years ago in Families