literature

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

The Haunting
“Look dad, I see a whale!” “Where?” “Right there! Look!!” “I do see something but I'm not sure if it's moving. Hold on son let me grab my binoculars, call your mom and sister to come check this out!”
By Anneli5 years ago in Families
The Book of Fates
These days, Arianna spends most of her mornings juggling the boys schooling, data entry for work then food prep and clean up after lunch. Today was no different and by the time she was finished with the mornings responsibilities she was ready for a reboot.
By Alice Knight-Hawk 5 years ago in Families
Tone Death
Jackie was the oldest of Leola’s daughters and she was full of emotions as her and her two other sisters came together for what would be the first time in years. Reunions are always exciting. Especially when people come together to rejoice each-others company, as well as catch up and reminisce on the memories and past.
By lady 5 years ago in Families
Arthur Drive
Wilma slammed shut the door of her little beige Ford Focus, mentally checked-out walking up to her apartment door, being careful not to slip on the slick pavement from recently frozen over sidewalk. Fingering the correct little gold key into the lock with oversized mittens still on, sighing out a big breath closing the door behind her.
By Holly Cook5 years ago in Families
The Costello Family Mystery
It had been just another normal day for Ellie as she went through her daily motions. Her dead-end customer service job seemed to be the bane of her existence and no matter how hard she tried she could not get another job. Ellie had been applying for jobs for months and had only received a few first round interviews, but nothing more than that. Most days Ellie got up, went to work, came home, cooked dinner, relaxed, and then went to bed. There was not much excitement that went on in her life, but she was okay with that.
By Megan Arangure5 years ago in Families
Students
I didn’t know how to sweep. I knew I didn’t know how to sweep when Dimitris told me to grab the broom from the basement. He learned I didn’t know how to sweep a few minutes later.
By S. Parker5 years ago in Families
Ying’s Empire
Ying’s Empire By Dara Temple Chapter I. The Fountain “But Dad, I can’t take this.” Said Ren to his father with a sealed envelope in his hands.
By Dara Temple5 years ago in Families
Firefly
The summer of 1982 I was walking home from school along the little creek that followed the road home. It was a rural area so the fact the there was a creek between home and school was not anything special. Honestly, the town itself was relatively insignificant and you would probably never pay it any attention on a map. Along the small creek was a narrow dirt road next to a slightly wider asphalt road for cars. The leaf of the late summer trees bounced in the wind as I walked past them. In the corner of my eye, outside of my field of vision I thought I saw something in the creek sparkle. Something small and bright blue. I stopped to bend down and lean in towards the creek and didn't hear someone coming up behind me.
By Nina H5 years ago in Families
They That Enter See the Light
And just like that, the lights went out. This was the second time in a month Johnna groped in the dark feeling for the hanging bulb that eluded her every time. Why was it so hard to find it, the barn wasn't that big? She answered her own question. Her grandfather installed the lights himself in 1910 sometime after building a separate room for himself away from the rest of the family. He was peculiar like that and that was the very reason she was here. She recalled her aunts speaking of Pa John's "room", and her curiosity had gotten the best of her. Every since she was a child she wanted to go in Pa's room, but no one was allowed to. Now as a grown up, and the family house vacant, she had no one to tell her the barn was off limits.
By Johnetta Lofton5 years ago in Families
Drawing Not to Scale
Some people have friends. Others have imaginary friends. I have the people in the book. Three people live in a small black notebook Mom gave me. I had been drawing comics since second grade. When she found someone’s discarded sketchbook at a second-hand shop, she thought their work might inspire me.
By Kevin Emmons5 years ago in Families
Possibilities
Everyone always grows up either knowing A, exactly what they want to do in life, or B, taking years to figure out what they finally want to do. Growing up, I never really thought about what I wanted to do when I got older; I just knew I was destined for great things. The question of “what do you want to be when you get older?” from when I was a kid has changed to “what do you want to do with your life?”. This is something I am continuously asked by so many people in my life. Now the problem isn't that I don't know what to do, it's that there are so many things I could do that I know I would be successful at; I simply can't just choose one. When I tell people I am a third-year communications major attending the University of Arizona the question of “what are you going to do with that?” always comes up! I know you're probably wondering how I reply.
By Tiaja Mckay5 years ago in Families
The Purpose
Complete dread and devastation is the only way to capture the way I felt the day I had to leave my children in Rhode Island. It was totally out of anything completely normal or rational. I didn't even care at that point of time how other people would see me because I knew how hard I tried and the lengths I took to take care of my children with all my power. If others thought I was a "dead-beat" mom then so be it because I knew as well as God or the universe - the totality of the way things played out were only meant to happen so I could get to the point I am at now. The reality of the situation is I left my children's father two years prior to almost becoming homeless, and having no other choice but to rely on the support of my family miles away (primarily my father). I had no choice but to move back to Missouri where I was born and raised but I was inevitably without my children. I could not physically move my children out of the state of Rhode Island without the permission of a judge or - my children's father. The only way to explain how I felt is that it was some kind of gut wrenching obstacle I just could not defeat without a miracle. The even better realization was none of that mattered.
By Holly DeSha5 years ago in Families