literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
The Snow Globe That Changed Everything
In a huge cave deep inside the Sinharaja jungles, lives an 11-year boy named Tugvut, and his aggressive, but loving father Gnouzcac. Gnouzcac’s 24th generation grandfather's, mother’s, aunt’s, brother decided that their family should move into this cave to be able to grow strong and independent away from the rest of society. They also wanted to continue the life of their forefather and mother, Adam and Eve. Sadly, Tugvut’s mother died, from falling off the border of the waterfall, when she was changing Tugvut’s diaper, years ago, well that’s what they say so they are able to sleep at night.
By Ameerah Fawehinmi8 years ago in Families
The Gratitude Goblin
Once upon a time, there was a ten-year-old boy named Alec. Alec was a very spoiled and ungrateful little boy. Alec’s greed became his identity. Alec was going to turn eleven years old, and he had asked for only one thing for his birthday. Alec wanted a play station. All of his friends had one, so why couldn’t he?
By Natyri Unknown8 years ago in Families
A Boy
This is the story of a boy. From the day the boy was born, he loved unconditionally and purely, although his mother did not share the same feelings. She was disgusted by his existence and regretted conceiving him. Day after day as the boy grew, so did his mother's distaste for him, and yet he was unaware and only sought to be loved by his family. The boy had an older brother of four years difference, and he looked up to and cared very dearly for this brother, oblivious to his brother's hatred for him that was fueled by a deep envy, so powerful it had consumed the older brother. Mom did drugs. He used them with her, enjoying the fact that he fit in somewhere in this equation. The day came that he could take care of himself, as well as his mother, whom consistently found herself too fucked up to do so for herself. He was about seven years of age and eager to please, hoping to validate his position in the family. This effort made his mother feel some affection for him, and with a polluted conscience, she expressed that affection in a horrid way, sexually molesting the boy, confusing him about who he was to her, and what love even was. Still, he endured for them, never thinking that he had any value as a person on his own. The months passed and his interaction with Big Brother took an extreme turn. Big Brother had a few ideas for his body being used, for himself and friend. He was coaxed into a back room of the trailer on the end of River St., enticed by video games to be played with Big Brother and his friend.
By Marshall Alexander8 years ago in Families
Under the Mulberry Tree
The sun shone in golden streaks through the dense branches. My lips, fingers, and feet were dyed a deep red. A little berry-stained hand grasped each of mine as we danced beneath the shade of the mulberry tree. Our bare feet stomping the ripe berries under them, we giggled.“Ashes, ashes, we all fall down” and we did, our bottoms hitting the grass under us.
By Alicia Durfee8 years ago in Families
The Stars are Dead
||Two girls sit on a bench(Center Stage), gazing at the stars in the sky.|| //Lilith is seventeen; dark hair, a neutral-bored look on her face. She wears black sweatpants and a hoodie. She is a senior. She is very sarcastic and depressing. She has her father, his wife, and their son. She does not like her family and spends all her time with Mary and at school. She loves astrology and geology.
By TrojanRhythm8 years ago in Families
Thin Lips
I had always liked smoking. The slender cigarette burning slowly as you watch the glowing red tip working closer to your face as if it were eating its way to your mouth. The smoke however, was my favorite part, how you'd let the grey mist seep out from thin lips, looking like the fog that spills over onto an open field during a rainy day. To be honest I wouldn't actually say I enjoyed smoking entirely, the only aspect that drew me in was the silkiness of the smoke, how it lofted through the air in front of me then dissipated as if it had never even been there.
By Matt Knobloch8 years ago in Families
Abuse
It was happening again. I woke up to the sound of loud noises of breaking glass, and it was only 2:00 AM. I slowly sit up and look around my room, feeling mad and irritated. Why does he do this over, and over? I thought, shaking my head. I climb out of bed throwing on a hooded sweatshirt and I head downstairs. When I finally get to the kitchen I see my drunken dad throwing plates, stumbling over his own feet.
By Bella Hoeksema8 years ago in Families
Lilli-Rose
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful girl named Lilli-Rose. She lived in Germany with her family of seven brothers and her two parents. Karl, her father, decided one day to go and explore North America so he left their family farm in the hands of the family and his wife Dora. He went to go look for farms in Canada especially Quebec. He wanted to move to Canada with his family to start a new life. On his return to Germany he discussed with his wife and they decided to go move their family to Canada. Lilli-Rose was fourteen at the time she did not like the fact that she was moving away from her home town.
By Rosie Tarquinio8 years ago in Families
Daddy's Girl
Her father went to jail when she was very young. All of the stories ever told to her all say she was about three years old when he left, her sister one, and her brother still in their mother’s, if that’s what you call such a person, womb. She had always been a daddy’s girl, even with him being so far away. She had always loved him and thought he could do no wrong and that him being in jail was just the fault of the world and not his own. He always called and wrote letters and made sure he was still present in their lives, unlike their so called mother.
By Akilah Simpson8 years ago in Families
