literature

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

Rebecca's story
"Quick, quick, he's coming down the alleyway" Aida's voice yelled in panic. "Quick, Mam, or else we'll miss him, Mam... Mam...where are you...." her voice tailed off in a plaintive wail of desperation at her missing parent. "Walter," she shouted "run down to the end of the entry and stop him, bring him back here while I get our Mam " Tutting and muttering several expletives under her breath Aida set off back across the yard in search of her quarry. Walter, her younger brother, for once decided to follow his sisters orders, knowing that she was quite capable of boxing his ear should he fail to apprehend the stranger. Aida was very set upon this and Walter knew of old that once Aida had made her mind up about something there was very little that would get in the way of her. Catching up to the young man however didn't prove too difficult to a lad of his age and agility especially as the stranger had drawn such a crowd of interested onlookers out of the back to back court houses that his progress was quite limited in the narrow entry. Especially as he carried a large cumbersome box against his chest and was picking his way gingerly through the discarded rubbish and other unsavoury deluge that littered the alleyway, his face set in an expression of utter disgust. "Mister, Walter pulled at the tail of his smart suit to attract his attention, "Mister, our Mam wants you to take her picture..."
By Maria Lorraine Preston5 years ago in Families
To Each Their Own
His heavy footsteps stop at my door and wait. I, interrupted from my work, listen for the door handle to turn. There was a time I would have been so eager for his attention, he never would have made it to the door. He'd be in my arms before he walked into my house.
By Aurora S.5 years ago in Families
Livin the Dream
Wake up, We’re in London! The clouds in the blue sky looked far more interesting than when we were on the ground. I love flying, it has always been my favorite part of a trip . There was something freeing about being thousands feet above the ground where all your problems are. Some people enjoy long car rides whereas if I could, I would take a plane to clear my thoughts every night.
By Roni Jones5 years ago in Families
Little black book
Little Black Book A child is born to parents so happy and proud. They raise this child as best they could, giving him all the love and things that they can. They don’t have a lot but they do their best for Sam as he grows. Sam is generally content but with influence from friends and the big world around him, he is dissatisfied, he is looking for more. After high school he goes to the Army hoping to see the world and experience all the things he believed was missing from his life. Boot camp and infantry training done and he gets deployed.
By Guy Gibson 5 years ago in Families
Poor Samantha
Once upon a time, There was a young girl about age 15 living in a poor community. She would live in a really old 2 bedroom home where everything would fall apart year by year. The young girls name was samantha and her parents had low paying jobs they barely made end's meet for rent,bills and some food. Poor Samantha had only 3 pairs of clothing and would wear mostly the same thing to school. Poor Samantha had just one friend but she would talk to her in secret and out of school because Poor Samantha was a laughing stalk at school for how poor she was. Poor Samantha would live in a manifestation of roaches at her home that everytime during night time she would shut the lights all off and the roaches would come out and crawl everywhere even on her but she had no choice of leaving.
By Julian Arroyo 5 years ago in Families
Story Time With Winter Madison
Hello readers! Join me on Story Time With Winter Madison as we read stories together. Story Time is a time to relax, snuggle with your favorite stuffed buddy or blanket, and listen to stories read by Winter Madison. In this episode of storytime, we followed a little monster as he is having quite a bad day and is very grumpy. The little monster learns that no matter what, his mommy monster loves him anyway, even after he was a very grumpy little monster!
By Winter Madison5 years ago in Families
The Willow Tree
It was a solemnly rainy night, yet the city lights glimmered with enigma as they reflected on her window. Jeanette embraced her shoulders to give herself warmth from the draft sneaking through. The rain appeased her, comforted her in a way only it knew how to do. As the droplets fell against her window, reflections of city lights gleamed through each one, like tiny peaks of hope. She closed her eyes and exhaled the daily fatigue. Her own reflection stared back at her. Panpsychism, they call it. Her reflection did indeed have a consciousness, and within that consciousness her split soul witnessed her solitude and every tear. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. Reflections have a way of spying; they seem to creep up when you’re being illuminated—the illumination of vulnerability and truth. She knew her life was fleeing from her. The days had turned to months and the months to years. She was trying to hold onto her dream of becoming a real artist for a while, a long while in fact. Her dreams felt unattainable at times, yet, she tried to remain hopeful. She imagined herself as a renown actress, it was her only real dream. She wondered if it would ever come true. Her life was speeding along and she was in the backseat powerless and buckled, everyone and everything outside the window flashed by and there was nothing she could do.
By Melissa Rubio5 years ago in Families
Order of the Contebile
No one knows the true origin story of the Moleskine or the extent of the hardcover black book’s influence on the history of the twentieth century avant-garde. A young Ernest Hemingway famously preferred the petite book, noting there was “no friend as loyal.” At 4-years old, Picasso uttered his first word “piz, piz”, short for pencil. He was handed a pencil and a Moleskine and in his lifetime, he created 50,000 pieces of art. Inspired on a stroll one starry night, Vincent Van Gogh reached for his Moleskine to sketch his magnum opus. Though the ancient practice survived the Glorious Revolution, the Spanish Flu and the first World War, it was lost in the mid-1900s when the last Moleskine manufacturer went out of business. As the world ushered in the second World War, economic crises and standardized educational systems, the interest in preserving the companion and tool of the nomadic litterateur subsided.
By Oliver M.5 years ago in Families
Roxanne the Pirate Princess
There have been many fearsome pirates that have terrorised the seven seas. Scoundrels so devilish, so cruel, and so fierce. Blackbeard would steal and shoot and fight, whilst Captain Kidd hid treasures cleverly out of sight. Calico Jack was a rascal, Captain Morgan had great success, but no one was braver than Roxanne, the Pirate Princess.
By Josh Tyler5 years ago in Families
The Fields of Lisbon
Originally published in Cochran’s Corner, 2003, and then in The Storyteller, 2004. A quiet whisper swept through the fields of Lisbon and the flowers leaned in to listen. It wouldn’t be long before Isabella, the girl in the cottage with the red-tiled roof, came out to play.
By Joanna Celeste5 years ago in Families
Eyes wide open
“When was he admitted?” “Says here … 2:17 this morning.” “He seemed his usual perfectly fine, genius self when he insisted on taking lead on the Thompson surgery yesterday.” Terse. Clipped.
By Murielle Cassidy5 years ago in Families
In her Wake
The breeze was surprisingly cool for the first day of Jasmine’s last summer break from college. That’s what made it so sweet to her. The pine scent along with occasional gardenia bushes was one of the few things she liked about Georgia. Jasmine pulled into the driveway wishing home was somewhere else. No need to bring anything from the car, her room was occupied. Her aunt told her it had been three years. They thought she wasn’t coming back.
By Moni TEO5 years ago in Families