literature

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

Aida & Seven Tasks
Eee eee, the bed cried as she dove onto her twin sized bed. “Ahhh,” she stared at the ceiling with her arms sprawled like silly string, and she took in one of those deep breaths where your spine gently curls and your body sinks into sweet surrender.
By Cynthia Yang5 years ago in Families
The Secret of Hawa Noor
The first day after my mother died, I wept. The second day she was prayed over and buried. On the third and fourth days, guests came from all over to pay their respects, exalting my mother and handing me gifts I felt no joy in receiving. On the fifth, I wept more.
By Marwa5 years ago in Families
Rule of Three
The thirty year-old woman guided her rented Civic up the quarter mile of gravel driveway. She glanced to the left, the way she had done a million times before as the white farmhouse with the blue trim came into view between two ancient oak trees. Her heart felt bruised, barely moving inside her chest as she pulled to a stop next to the three concrete steps that lead up to the side-porch door. She waited for her grandmother’s face to appear, blurred by the screen door, but vibrant, and excited to see her.
By Vicki Scott5 years ago in Families
As fate would have it
Her fingers curled around the cigarette butt, and although she tried desperately, she could not quell her shaking hand. The rain fell unevenly through the thick canopy of trees, droplets absorbed by the mossy blanket beneath her feet. She inhaled, drawing cigarette smoke through her teeth and filling her lungs, while savoring the deep earthy scent created from the damp greenery.
By Starshine5 years ago in Families
Thank you Dad
This is a story of a very rich person and billionaire almost trillionaire mogul. His name was Anthony, Anthony Ohaus. He started his empire over 60 plus years ago when he was in his late 20’s, early 30’s. He started building his fortune from a gift of cash given to him by his well off father. He didn’t want to take the gift as he had something against his father due to him not being their for him his entire life, as he put work first always. This effected him emotionally.
By Alfred Cosme5 years ago in Families
Problem Solved
Tim eased himself into the wicker chair and placed a black notebook on the matching table next to him. The porch looked out to the quiet late afternoon scene, idyllic and peaceful. The gentle symphony of insects humming danced in an out of the wind. The sun sank lower on the horizon and the breeze ruffled the pages of the open notebook resting in Tim’s left hand. The book was old, but still in good shape, and each page bore the evidence of a problem solved. Tim ran his fingers across the ivory-colored pages, the rounded corners curving inward after all the years together.
By Aimee Jamison5 years ago in Families
Moleskine's Grand Challenge
I stared at the last question on the test, searching my head for the answer. If I get this right, I will move on to the next round of Moleskine's Grand Challenge!
By Melanie Rose5 years ago in Families
Up and Down Ladders
Jacob often thought that all painters were a little odd just like his uncle Moses was. The typical sort of lonely fellow who never married yet worked very hard and never seemed to spend a dime from it. He was from a time and place where maybe it was easier to settle down alone than to do anything else. Moses was quiet and tall, he had a grave face and when seen about the town Jacob’s friends would say he creeped them out. As far as Jacob saw it, his uncle was generous and warm, come Christmas and birthdays a card would always come to him or his siblings with at least a ten pound note taped to the top. Beyond these polite gestures and the odd question about school, Moses was unknowable to his nephews and nieces, in fact many people would have said something similar. He had a few friends from playing bowls but they never seemed particularly close, he was well liked by the wider family but rarely invited for dinner. He lived with Jacob’s grandma, his mother, up until she died and he solely inherited the family home, causing small but not insignificant tension throughout the wider family. This hardly mattered to the grandchildren or Moses’ brothers and sisters, it would always be grandma’s house to them.
By Caleb Scott5 years ago in Families
The Story of My Father
I want to tell you the story of my father. Even as I begin I am certain of my failure, left with the empty certitude of knowing the narrowness of my understanding, the limitations of my memory. Whatever details of his life I might recount, they are already shaded, coloured by what came after, developed with the chemicals of remembering which produce an accuracy that only further indicts their deficiencies. My father appears to me now as if through the eye of a keyhole, a lingering shadow on a far wall, a one-sided conversation, a past which is obstructed by the stubbornness of my selfishness and childish innocence.
By Eliza 5 years ago in Families
The Wedding Gift
Ross propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at the sixteen-year-old girl laying on the blanket next to him. “What do you say, Nita? Marry me?”
By J Magnuson5 years ago in Families
Me For You
Picture day with a middle schooler. It’s like she throws on her scrappiest clothes just to piss me off. “At least put on a sweatshirt that doesn’t have holes in the neck,” I say.
By Julie Thompson5 years ago in Families
The Way Out of Nowhere
I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ever dream of something better for myself. I never hoped for a great adventure. I had long since convinced myself I was content with my favorite chair in the corner of the library, nestled secretly behind two book stacks no one ever seemed to care about. No one seemed to care about the library at all. I enjoyed the quiet, though. I didn’t like the people in this town, their small talk, and personal agendas. Maybe I was wired this way, or maybe that was the consequence of growing up in a small town with a population of 302, and no other town around for miles. In 1892, three years after the “discovery” of these western plains, the town was established and aptly named, Nowhere, Montana.
By Jordan Butler5 years ago in Families