literature

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

MARY IS IN DANGER TO BE CONTINUED
After using the scale Mary sat down and waited for the doctor to call her. Mary made an appointment to consult the doctor. There were many people waiting in the patient room today.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
Feels Like Old Times
Feels Like Old Times “So, it was the third of May and the year was nineteen sixty-three.” “Sixty-two!” “No, it was the spring of sixty-three.”
By Matthew Stanley5 years ago in Families
Dream Date
It had only been a few weeks since I sent Kara off to college. The job of being a parent comes with the horrible knowledge that, one day, your child will have to leave the nest. You spend years mentally and emotionally preparing yourself for it, always imagining that it’s down the road and you’ll deal with it later. You hear about it from friends, media, and even your own parents, and they all say the same thing: you are going to be so proud but feel so horrible at the same time. But you think that you’re special or different; you think that it won’t be as bad as all that. And you’re always wrong.
By B.D. Reid5 years ago in Families
A Match Made in Traffic
[This was a story I wrote in my early times of writing stint(!) and my writing has improved much better. Or so I hope. Do read and enjoy the little twist? at the end]
By vaisrinivasan5 years ago in Families
MARY IS IN DANGER TO BE CONTINUED
This is the story that I want to continue. After that Mary had a good meal, she went to the living room and watched her show that is going on the television.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
Brenda's First Memory
Shell knocked Debbie on the floor with a blow to the side of her head. Then he picked up a running box fan and smashed it over her head. Joan, who was just seven years old, started hitting him with her oversized doll. Brenda, just three years old, tried grabbing his ankles. Joseph, nine years old, threw a glass vase at him. It missed him and crashed on the tv.
By Jennifer Marie Libertini5 years ago in Families
Bargain Gem
As you browse through your local thrift store at Houston, you might bump in to a short, curly haired Hispanic lady wearing a cute pair of flower sandals; this would be my mom. Ever since I can remember we’ve been shopping at thrift stores, spending HOURS at a time looking through the piles and piles of thrifty goods. Nearly every weekend we’d take the morning bus that would drop us off exactly 83 steps to our nearest Goodwill and then, after about 2 hours or more, we’d take the 2 Bellaire bus that would drive us all the way to my mom’s favorite Texas Thrift store. From little home goods, to clothes and even a full nativity sets, she’s filled our whole house with little nick-nacks. Nearly 80% of my home decor is made up of some type of thrift bargain. Sometimes she’d find things that would look nearly knew, and others she would give it a little TLC treatment to make them shine. I used to think my mom was a magician, transforming even the most dubious findings into a work of art. Oh, the stories I could tell of our thrifting rendezvous, but my favorite one would also have to be one of immense value to me.
By Magdaleno Jaimes5 years ago in Families
Eighty-Six Cheerleaders
You had an uncanny ability to evaluate a person’s character instantly upon meeting them, and I think you would have liked this guy. He looks like he’s at least ten years older than me, but I see that as a non-issue; Mom and Dad were almost exactly the same age, and we both know how they panned out. There is no algorithm for determining success with a romantic prospect—all we can do is find someone who seems nice, stuff our baggage into our bras, and hope that neither of us gets spooked when the time inevitably comes for us to take off our shirts.
By Ridge Jolliff5 years ago in Families
Extra Special
Reggie spread out a towel, set down a large tote bag with a cartoon tiger on the front, then ran over to the area his dad was setting up. Mom had two picnic baskets next to her; a bigger one for her, Dad, and baby Emily, and a smaller one. Reggie grabbed the smaller one.
By MJ Russell5 years ago in Families
Mending Glass Castles
“You could always leave Melinda!” “Leave?” “Yes!” I can't take your craziness any longer, so pack your belongings and leave my life!” Dad smashed his dinner fork against the table, his nostrils flaring like those of an angered hippo.
By Della Perfectview5 years ago in Families
Schubert and Daughters
A long, lonely road led up to Ted Schubert’s Sawmill. No one ever came by, but I did, because no matter how lonely a place can be, a man broke and unemployed, with nowhere left to go, can find it.
By Keith R Wilson5 years ago in Families
The First, Or The Last
One Bright Cellars Merlot had been the shared interest that had once brought Beverly and Andy together twelve years ago, in the very same room they were in now. The question which now stood between them was whether or not it would become their shared memory or the night they decided to end their marriage.
By Chloe Medeiros5 years ago in Families