literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
The Gray Sky
The sensation of fear is birthed from a part of the mind that cannot comprehend anything besides the daily drudgery that weighs down every human on earth. It acts almost like a womb, producing unimaginable dreams of terror and atrocious surroundings. While cautiously glancing at an obscure unfinished gray painting of the sky in the basement, Violet wondered if her father was somewhere dreadfully dim, unwillingly watching the fear begin to coil around the last pieces of hope in his head. She morbidly imagined dissecting his brain to see which of his thoughts would spring forth eagerly like a rusty jack-n-the-box.
By Fatima Juarez5 years ago in Families
The Black Book
The sound of a ringing phone can elicit many emotions, from anger to curiosity or even fear. At 03:00AM, a ringing phone is rarely a good thing and usually means nothing but trouble. Occasionally it was a drunk waitress or girlfriend looking for company, but mostly it was trouble.
By William Reilly5 years ago in Families
Dreams
Charlie’s day was boring. Her mother would have told her that she just needed a nap or maybe something to eat, but the truth was that Charlie had been feeling unsettled since last Tuesday, when her grandmother had passed away. A phone call in the middle of dinner had delivered the news and Charlie remembered clearly the sadness on her mothers face, and seeing her father cry for the first time in her life. The details of it all were still unclear to Charlie but all that mattered was that she wouldn’t be seeing Nanna again.
By Claire Fisher5 years ago in Families
Treasures
She left the office with her head still in a light fog. It had been a couple of days since the snow had fallen, but the walkways were still largely untouched on this end of the street. Melanie savored the sound of her boots on the snowy ice, the feel the snow crunching and crackling with each step. She loved Real Snow. The soft white crystals that blanket everything in tiny white flakes like the powdered sugar on her mother’s cupcakes. But there was something in the way the snow-covered ice crackled beneath your feet after a few days of only ‘near’ freezing temperatures…the noise that it made when her boot broke though, that was oddly satisfying. It looked like snow-- still white and crystalline on the surface, but when you stepped into it, the hard top shattered, sinking your foot into a crunchy powder below that you did not expect.
By Sunday Ann5 years ago in Families
Pugh's Little Miracle
Hello, how are you doing? I hope this finds you all in a beautiful mood. You know, the strangest thing happened to me today. And I would love to share it with you but, first, let me introduce myself to those of you who may not know me. My name is Pugh, yes Pugh! Weird; yes, a little even to me.
By Cetrina Brent5 years ago in Families
Vicariously
On a scale typically ranging from begrudging acceptance to downright despisal, Sebastian ranked sweeping the floor and taking out the trash off the charts for chores required at the orphanage. He never argued, but the only duty he ever willingly volunteered for was getting the mail.
By Jason Mack5 years ago in Families
Inheritance
Rummaging through the attic, Christy wondered how she could know so little about her father. Twenty years before, she had summed up her her father to Nate, her husband. “Beau was a strong, Southern man who fought for his country, loved his daughter, but also loved Jack Daniels and the cards.” While there were huge gaps in her understanding of her father, she hadn’t thought he was especially mysterious, until now as she searched for clues in the debris he left behind in 1990.
By Stefanie Groot5 years ago in Families
The Fly Leaf
Beatrice thanked the search committee and hurried out of the room, leaving behind two very fine cut-away book models and her presentation binder. She grabbed her coat from reception and bolted down the marble stairs and out onto the university quad. Pausing for a moment to remember where she had parked, Beatrice was interrupted by a horde of approaching students that compelled her down a path away from library and out to the street.
By Betty Ann McGee5 years ago in Families
The Book of Fates
Arianna spends most of her mornings these days juggling the boys schooling, data entry for work then food prep and clean up after lunch and by then she needs a break to de-clutter her anxious mind. Today was no different she slowly swayed in the hammock, allowing the evening sun to warm her face for a rare few moments of solitude, thoughts of her ultimate dream to convert a bus and travel with the boys kept floating in and out of her mind, like the swaying of the hammock in the cool evening breeze. She dreamed of a simpler life, a life where her children would grow up closer to nature and adventure, rather than cooped up in front of screens and plastic things all the time. There was so much more to life than this draining rat race that kept her tired, stressed and feeling defeated and she was determined to find it, not only for her peace of mind but more importantly for her boys. For four years now Ari has struggled to raise her boys with little to no help. Finn, who was 10, was also extremely intelligent and highly emotional all rolled up in one beautiful long haired ginger snap package. Rowan was 5 and had more energy than any of us combined with a tricksters spirit to rival the most Wiley of coyotes. Even his copper curly hair seemed to play awful tricks on his mother!
By Alice Knight-Hawk 5 years ago in Families
