literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Home of the Brave
A mother's occupation is never genuinely completed Elise knew this instinctually when her child was conceived. For at minimum the 100th time, she sat close to his bed in that seat repairing his blanket. There was no chance of knowing, the day she got it at a swap meet, which it would turn into her child's most esteemed belonging.
By bilal hussain4 years ago in Families
Speak No Evil
Niku is a typical high school senior who has already been accepted to Harvard. Nikus parents are conservative Christians from Nigeria. Merideth is Nikus best friend. She wants more from Niku than he is willing to provide. She tries to seduce him and fails. She asks if anything was wrong with her. Niku admits to Merideth that he is in fact gay. After this announcement Merideth installs Grindr and tinder onto Nikus phone.
By Lawrence Edward Hinchee4 years ago in Families
My Precious Existence and I
I wasn't that much older than he was at the time. He was so small, barely reaching my shoulder in size. Often he'd grumble to me about how he'd be bigger and stronger than anyone else in the whole wide world, all because I'd make a little fun out of him every now and again. He was my everything, and I was his. He knew we weren’t the same and that nothing could ever fix that, but despite the unavoidable truth, he found a sister in me. However even so, the reality that I knew was nothing compared to the fallacy he was led to believe.
By Destiny Gatsby4 years ago in Families
Signs of Trouble or Speed
Signs of Trouble or Speed By: Theresa Martineck In the night cast over a man lost in the shadows of the depths of the woods. His crawls shadowing his own fear of what’s in front of him that he cannot hear nor see. The darkened sights which moonlight too dim to help make his way, the inimitable sound of a slight woot owned by a barn owl. To the man’s fearful ears, he hears nothing as the motions around him seem to dim right into his ears. Though there were actual sounds coming from the dark, the man failed to make this connection to the wisest animal in the world, the barn owl.
By Theresa Martineck4 years ago in Families
Mac
MAC It was the sting of the ice pellets against his face that woke him. That and the extreme pain. As he lay crumpled in the snow, Sam could barely remember how he got there. The Yamaha snowmobile he was riding lay in a silent, dark, twisted heap. He could now feel the warmth of blood as it trickled from the gash in his forehead and blurred the vision in his left eye. The visor on his helmet had been ripped off and he noticed as he took it off, the helmet itself had been cracked.
By Dan Oldfield4 years ago in Families
The Legend of Queen Divinity
Deep in the thick of the world's most wild jungle, there's a place never explored or discovered by any human being. Sitting in the center of the richest, most lush area of the jungle's eye. There, situated perfectly between three primitively landscaped mountains, in their canyon's floor, in a perfectly shaped heart, is a magical place called Yannah. Once inside there is a wonderland created by the Gods of the Universe to hide their most precious creations of being and every beautiful thing in the earth.
By Alysia Sanders4 years ago in Families
God's perfect Timing
I'm standing in the middle of a field a puddle all around me, the puddle had been created with my own tears. I was so lonely it felt like I had lost everything and everyone, but I knew that wasn't true. I had God and I knew this but sometimes waiting on God's timing was so hard. How much longer would she have to wait a year, month, week?
By Charity Dagher 4 years ago in Families
Blood is thicker than water
On a fine Sunday afternoon, two months ago, Charles Roseland was relaxing on his majestic bed. The bed was handcrafted to accommodate 7000 calico-pocketed springs for consummate weight distribution and the mattress consisted of a luxurious blend of cashmere, mohair, British fleece wool, and lambswool. His eyes were directed towards the jumbo floor-to-ceiling windows, but he was not staring at the majestic New York skyline view. Instead, he was reminiscing about his childhood days. His memory time machine took him 80 years back. His childhood was spent in a rural area in Minnesota. They used to live on farmland, farming being the family’s main occupation. Charles Roseland’s father sold some property which provided him the capital to start an import and export business. The gradually gaining pace of business impelled him to travel to other states. He used to have extended stays in other states for business. Finally, he relocated his family to the business capital of the world New York to sow the seeds of the business empire that Charles and his next-generation built. He remembered those old days when he used to live in a wooden house in a small village and was flabbergasted to ruminate how things have changed around him. Then he became the proud owner of a mansion in Manhattan. His family’s vintage car used to be a BULLock cart. He loved to roam around the muddy roads of the village on the bullock cart. Along with the mansion, he was the proud owner of many exquisite cars including BMW. His life had been a rollercoaster ride from bullock cart to BMW. But all that glittered was not gold- he was having sleepless nights in the luxurious bed as trouble brewed in his paradise.
By abhidipta mallik4 years ago in Families
Cigarettes in the Piggly Wiggly
That there, is called credibility, Mama said, taking a sip of her beer, and only the best people have it." It was 10:00 AM and she was watching her favorite soap opera. When the young, handsome doctor walked in everyone shut up and listened. Credibility is a thing that I don't know much about. It sounded a lot like credit and according to Granny, credit is something that ain't nobody in our family got and if they did, it wasn’t no good.
By Ardi Everett4 years ago in Families
Helping People Is Great
Maggie was an ambitious and brave girl. After losing her mother before she turned five, she was now living with her dad. Her dad’s name was Jack. He was a good and caring father. Due to her dad’s strength with her, she felt stronger. Her age was eighteen now. She was a deep silent soul, thoughtful. An inquisitive, polite person.
By Hassan Siddiqui4 years ago in Families
