literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Family Tradition.
Ever since she could remember, Marina struggled with vulnerability and openness. So much so, that merely thinking about sharing her thoughts or feelings openly, terrified her. She was great at listening, but talking? Not so much. How was it possible that something so common and that came so naturally and effortlessly to other people, could so deeply unsettle her? She always wondered.
By monse cordero5 years ago in Families
The Brothers
“Positive!!? Oh god, how am I gonna tell Jack that I’m pregnant. There’s no way he’ll be happy” says Delilah. She patiently waits, frantically staring at the wall clock. “10 minutes until your dad gets to know your existence” she says with her hand on her stomach. Soon enough her fiancé comes home.
By Holly Underwood5 years ago in Families
The Gift of Giving
“Hello Mr. Kringle!” I said as I walked thru the door. Something I feel like I’ve done a million times before. Mr. Kringle is the owner of this small little used book store named Twice in a Lifetime. Never really asked where the name came from, but I guess that’s something I can ask him another time. Right now, let me catch you up on what exactly happened to make today a bit more peculiar. It all began two days ago as I walked and greeted Mr. Kringle as I normally do. I’ve worked for him for what seems like years, but in reality, it’s only been six months. He is a kind old man. His shop doesn’t generate to much money, but I’ve learned he does this for the sheer joy he brings to his customers. I asked him a few times to go modern his services up and get online to reach more people, but he is content with the ways things are currently. Things around here are pretty quiet most days. Nothing to much happens, so I have time to study. I am working towards my law degree, and this is the perfect place for an evening job. I’ve been working my way thru law classes at the community college for the last two years. Well, back to my story.
By Richard Rivera5 years ago in Families
Bones' Ring
From an early age my brother Curtis and I, separately, concluded that, as adults, we didn’t want to be like our mother, Teresa. When Curtis in the 4th grade he wrote a letter to his teacher describing his disdain for Teresa. “Lazy, country, bitch” were some of the words he used. Yikes, right? That letter destroyed an already deteriorating relationship between the two of them. My dad said it was the catalyst of her hatred for my brother and on some level, I get it. Although, I had some empathy for that teacher. She probably assumed she was doing the right thing. She probably hoped it would start a healthy discussion between parent and child. She never knew she was handing Teresa gasoline and a match to burn down an already dilapidated structure. She wasted no time in lighting the match and watching it burn.
By Chennea Russell5 years ago in Families
If you're reading this
If you are reading this, To my last breath I find it hard to put you into words. For what you are, from the moment I saw you come into this world. This matched none of the stories about angels I’ve heard but here you are. To this day you’ve been by my side. My most beloved reason for existence. Sariah. A duty and honor now given to me let it be said proudly. From this day forth, blessed with a child, a mystery everyday to solve. Words inspired from Mr. Jermaine, should my presence leave this estate, I want you to read this from beginning to end. So I'm leaving you this little black book, for your eyes only. Let this collection of words be the lesson you bear deepest in your heart.
By Denzell Washington5 years ago in Families
Priceless Heirlooms
The little black book sat in the center of my mahogany dining room table, haunting me for the past two weeks. I had managed to avoid even looking at it, but as other people continued to ask questions that could only be answered in between the pages of the book's cover, I knew I couldn't avoid it any longer.
By Keaidy Selmon5 years ago in Families
Redemption
The little girl resting on her back on the porch swing moved it back and forth with each gentle movement of her right foot. Her movements came with very little effort and with her eyes shut she was lost in her own world. A world of soft sounds, here and there, birds singing, the buzz of a bumble bee on Mama’s roses, Mama humming spirituals in the kitchen, and the occasional car headed down the red clay road that led to the highway and to places unknown were the only sounds that stirred the quiet of steamy summer afternoon. The light that penetrated the trees in the front yard danced across her mahogany face that was smooth and baby soft punctuated by a dimple in each cheek and a curious smile on full pink lips. Not much else to do cause it was so dang hot, everyone on Clayton Road had their windows and front doors open wide to catch whatever breeze they could. Occasionally, you would hear a screen door slam shut as someone came or went about their business. The thin sleeveless shirt that she wore stuck to her body in various places and her pedal pushers pants showed signs of wear, but Kat didn’t care she just wanted to stay cool, and laying here on the swing was getting the job done. Katheryn Deloris Purcell was eleven in August of 1960 and would turn twelve on August twenty-first an event that she so looked forward to that she could hardly wait. Mama and Papa had promised her a big birthday party to celebrate and all her friends were invited.
By Sharon J. El Mouhib5 years ago in Families
little black jackpot
John walks to his apartment around 5pm everyday. He places his briefcase behind the door and hangs his keys on the left hand side hook of the entrance. Along with his dog, Junie they are headed to the balcony to join his girlfriend Ann for a quick snack before dinner. However, on his way over, John finds Ann in the living room with a concerned look on her face and the telephone faced down on the coffee table next to her. John wondering what could’ve possibly happened, he rushes to console her, worried that she may have gotten some bad news over the phone. Ann quickly stands up and stops him from hugging her, she then explains to him that his sister, Nermacalled but she didn’t explain the details as to why she was calling. She said it was urgent and that John should call her back as soon as possible. John stares at Ann with a confused look on his face because he hasn’t spoken to any of his siblings or father since the passing of his grandfather especially after how things went when finding out that he had only inherited boxes filled with old books while his siblings received money and property. The eventful night ended with a heated conversation between John and his family about the choices he made in life, which resulted in John storming off and never seeing or speaking to his family again. The feud between John and Ann’s family goes twenty years back. John’s late grandpa, Robert and, Ann’s grandpa, Albert were business partners and really good friends at that, like many failed friendship, they’re business failed as well. Albert could never get over Robert leaving him in a fragile financial state. In addition to being at odds, they even went back and forth for years, threatening to end each other's careers.John’s family believe that Ann’s grandfather took it too far when he filed a lawsuit against their late grandfather Robert. John is really taken back by what his girlfriend is telling him. The telephone starts to ring and John and Ann are looking at each other, as John reaches out to answer the phone on the second ring. He answers and says “Hello, Nerma?” John answered with no hesitation, “yeah I'll be right there.”Ann asked John about what was going on. John responded by saying he had no idea and that Nerma said that it was important that he meet with her at his grandfather’s place right this moment. On his way out the door, Ann jumped in front of John, grabbed his head, looked into his eyes, and kissed him on the forehead, she then whispers into his ear “No secrets right?” “We are transparent about everything, right, John?”
By NamelessReads5 years ago in Families
