literature

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

Home to Elladeen
He threw his arms around her as she hurtled toward him across the crowded dock and hugged her so tightly that he knocked the wind from them both. He didn’t care about decorum or propriety, he just wanted her in his arms. To feel at home again.
By Laurel Horsley5 years ago in Families
Pirate Hunters
“Captain, we’re under attack!” John tries to shout, but the high winds make it hard for his captain to hear. Nonetheless he could see it with his own eyes, and feel the rumbling of the ship as he braced himself for impact. He quickly regained his posture, and turned towards John.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Families
MARY IS IN DANGER TO BE CONTINUED
After Mary put her purse around her chair, she took out her shoes, then went to the kitchen, and opened her cupboard to see what she will could have her dinner. She never found something stolen in her cupboard. Everything that was in her lockbox was still in there.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
This Side Of The Horizon
Kenzie stood on the edge of the cliffs watching the fishing boats sailing against the horizon. The white capped waves crashed against the rocks below. She longed to be out on the sea, sailing away from here, away from the only home she had ever known. There just wasn’t much left for her here. The winds blew her shoulder length brown hair back from her face and made her green eyes water slightly. She glanced down at the rocks the stared for a moment. She thought she saw something down there, an animal maybe. It had been dark brown, almost blending in with the wet stones. Whatever it was she couldn’t see it anymore. She pulled her jacket tighter against the chilly winds and turned to head home.
By Natalie Demoss5 years ago in Families
Fishing at Lake Nodens
My favorite memories are of my father taking me fishing at Lake Nodens; we rarely caught anything, but we would pile up the gummy worms, fig newtons, and store brand sodas and sit on the banks watching the sun come up as father and son.
By Amos Glade5 years ago in Families
Dying Wish
Amber was lying in bed trying to figure what she what she was going to do with the rest of her life when her phone buzzed to signal she had a text message coming in. Did she really want to look at it? It was probably Jordan, trying to convince her to let him come back. Not this time. She was done.
By Misty Yeager5 years ago in Families
"The Quiet Cousins"
THE QUIET COUSINS How can I start this story or tell the journey of two cousins named? “The Quiet Cousins” One would ask, how did they come to be called “The Quiet Cousins” when actually they are farthest from being quiet.
By SeaSeawrittenbooks5 years ago in Families
RADOUANE A MAN WHO WANTS TO SEE HIS FATHER
This story takes place at night when the sky is dark. It is in Senegal in the city of Dakar. Everyone is in the house sleeping.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
The Musician
“Music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.” - Amadeus Mozart The phone call came on the road. Michael Daily was doing his best to forget about the stock market. The New York City sun splashed down in soft golden ringlets against the glass buildings and Bob Dylan was singing about the times that were a-changing.
By Andy Holmes5 years ago in Families
“Hey Gary!”
“Gary! Can I pet your dog?” The boy sat on a bike with one leg down. Two other kids sat behind him perched on their bikes, the hot sun beating down on their tanned skin. The leader, the one calling me Gary, looked about twelve.
By Andy Holmes5 years ago in Families
The Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter
Grizzly-haired Tomas Pader had lived alone in the lighthouse, barely a soul to keep company, and he never tread on the mainland if he could avoid it. His only companions had been the rush and tumble of the ocean waves, the scant tang of a sea breeze, and the ships passing by day or by nightfall under the watch of his keen eyes.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Families
Paradise Found
As I open my eyes, I feel a cool breeze on my skin. The smell of the ocean is so strong, so it must be close. Just a moment ago I was sleeping in my bed, so this has to be a dream, but as I look around, I come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter if it’s a dream. This place is so beautiful. I feel my body, pressed against the soft sand. I’m not ready to get up yet, so I take a moment to feel my new world.
By Megan Miller5 years ago in Families