literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Grey's Adventure
She swiftly picked up the whole cloth and shook it out vigorously. “Get them off” shrined Grey, her five year old son. Ants clung to each other, to the crumbs and to the edges of the cloth they were using to enjoy their lunch this otherwise fine Tuesday afternoon.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Families
Beneath the Deck
Leora lived on the edge of a small lake in a small cottage. Her favourite part, and the reason she settled here, was because of the lack of access to her property. The lake was not accessible by any other bodies of water and there was a large forest between her and the nearest road. So, you could imagine her surprise when one morning she noticed a ship on the horizon. How did the ship make it into her small lake? Living alone for years had made Leora quite an introvert, but despite her greatest urges, she needed to go investigate this ship.
By Caileigh Graham5 years ago in Families
An Ambiguous Wait
Twenty pair of eyes squinted in unison towards an incoming faraway object. The crevices of their forehead and their grim faces reflected the agony they carried in a never-ending wait. Amid preying souls, he held a genial look which was unfitting to his heavy built. He was stroking his imperial style brown moustache and his shaved head sparkled like a diamond in the mid-morning rays of the Sun. Among the lot, he was the one in his mid-forties and looked hale and healthy. A short, stout man who was in his late sixties watched his facial expression and inquired to him, “Is something wrong? You look worried, Jeff.” He stopped stroking his beard and cleared his throat to respond. “My instinct says it is my turn. I feel bad.” The stout man came near him and gave a warm hug without saying a word. Dispirited Jeff received the man’s cordial hug and unwound himself quick staring in the direction where everyone’s attention fixated.
By Anitha Sankaran5 years ago in Families
Ships battle
Lily held on tight to the ships wheel while looking over the bow of the ship. She looked towards the horizon and saw something. She didn’t know what it was, it was too far away. Lily steered her ship closer and closer then she saw it, the ship on the horizon. She wondered what kind of ship it was, friend or foe. Lily grabbed her spyglass to try to get a closer look at the ships flags, she didn’t see any. That was odd she thought, every ship she has come across had flags. Playing it safe she decided to turn away from the ship.
By Rebecca Hackney5 years ago in Families
A Ship & A Sword
The day came upon for my father to sail his ship toward a new place. He never told his family where he would go, I imagine that he didn't know where it was, yet he always knew how to get there. And he never said farewell. Many times before now he would leave & when we woke up he was gone & when he would return we would find him waiting for us. Though yesterday I'd decided to stay up all night & follow him to his ship & wish him farewell.
By Henry Gutierrez5 years ago in Families
