literature

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

Short Stories - Chicken Run
I grew up on a poultry farm. We had over 200 hens. Every morning, me, my brother, and my father would go out and gather eggs after we had let the chickens loose in the yard. In the evenings, we would round up all the chickens back in the henhouse.
By Andrew Hoover7 years ago in Families
Short Stories - The Mill
Deep in the heart of Missouri, there was an old mill at the base of a mountain. Every day, the miller and his son would go up to the mill to grain flour. They would spend hours in this mill. Summer, winter, fall, spring, snow, rain, and shine, they were always there.
By Andrew Hoover7 years ago in Families
Short Stories - The Pencil Maker
My younger brother, Timothy Crump, has always loved wood work. He has been waddling ever since the age of six. I remember when he was little, he was fascinated with the pencil. He used to ask my parents how they got the lead in the middle of the pencil.
By Andrew Hoover7 years ago in Families
Finally, Time for Bed
I remember being a kid with a routine, dad carrying me to bed, singing to me, and reading Sleepy Dog. Mom coming to choose my outfit for school the next day and making sure I brushed my teeth. Shannon, my sister, still up watching TV because she is older.
By dk7 years ago in Families
Psychopath at Work
I saw it too. I saw him walk with his head held high, across the field heading for the bleachers, three curly haired children in tow. I saw him stand cheering as his boy collided in the dirt, tumbled and twisted around teammates.
By narcissistic whisperer, Andrea B. Wainer7 years ago in Families
A Mother's Love
The air was chilly, and her breath swirled out into the dark winter morning. The pavements glistened like bejeweled sheets, mirroring the sky, whilst the dark tarmac road resembled patent leather, which would be hazardous to the road users today.
By Tracy Mac7 years ago in Families
Growth in Children's Literature
The first chapter book I remember reading was Junie B. Jones by Barbara Parks. Junie B. Jones is a wonderful work of children’s literature as we follow the perspective of a little girl figuring out the world, friendship, and herself. I remember laughing out loud at so many moments while reading these books.
By Marielle Sabbag7 years ago in Families
Toddlers & Tantrums (Pt. 2)
Some days are better than others. Today was one of them. At least for now, it was. Her grandparents were gone for the evening so it was just her, her husband, and their kids. While she didn't like using video games as a babysitter, she needed a power nap and her oldest child was of course wide awake.
By Kilyn Wymer7 years ago in Families
Embrace, Cherish, and Love
Digital photographs and videos sprang up from the mobile device. In three dimensional, full color display, the names and ages of the young children in West Virginia appeared. It was like a panoply of joy and youth sprung up from the cell phone. The children didn’t look downtrodden or sad or impoverished despite the conditions that showed in other pictures of Appalachia. Acorn colored Redmond Stratton furrowed his brow. He and his white wife Glenda singled out a boy with cerulean eyes and a little girl with flaxen blonde hair.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Families
Food Fight
I sat there uncomfortably in the chair that felt as though I was sitting upon a flat rock. The room was loud and chaotic. There as food everywhere and my clothes were completely ruined. You are probably wondering how I got here... Let me explain the story.
By Abby Fetus7 years ago in Families
The Choice
Andre was in his office going over the list of baby names his wife, Maxine, and he had chosen. There were so many lines and x’s on the paper, one would think it was a crossword puzzle sheet. Andre loved the names Anna Grace Johnson or Rianne Marie Johnson for their little girl, but Maxine was stuck on one name and one name only. Aura Joy. Aura Joy Johnson. He could hear her voice now: “Aura Joy... like Our Joy. C’mon, Andre. It’s sweet!”
By Neish7 years ago in Families
I Remember When
“Mommy!” “Nooo!” “Moooom!” The lights had gone out in the house again, and the thunderstorm sounded as if it had been just above us. Clearly, it was not something us kids handled very well.
By Clarissa Joyce7 years ago in Families