literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Grandma and Her Small Black Notebook
It will be eight years in June that she passed away. Eight long, lonely years without her. Her name was Angeline but she was known by Julia or Julie. I’m not quite sure why but this was common in her large Italian family. Each of her siblings were also known by a name other than their given name. I asked her about this many times. She lived until the age of 101 so we had many conversations about her life. She said that her mother could not speak English well but that explanation never made much sense to me. Why would someone give their children names they couldn’t pronounce regardless of how well they could speak English? But that was Grandma Julie, a fun loving, always entertaining grandmother. Her stories were always interesting and probably mostly truthful with a little bit of exaggeration thrown in for fun.
By Margie Anderson 5 years ago in Families
The Evermore Account
Mary wiped her brow with the back of her sleeve. Despite working at the diner for the past fifteen years, the dinner rush always had her hoping. Her favorite time was late in the evening when there were only a few customers, and she could pack up and head home to see her son, Jaden. His sixth birthday was around the corner and she’d been saving all her tips for a toy and a cake.
By Jacob LeVasseur5 years ago in Families
The Parable of the Snow Shovel
The Parable of the Snow Shovel Which would you choose? For me it was always between the deep or the wet. It happened at least three times a week, for months on end. No matter how I schemed it seemed that I got the short end of the stick. Or maybe all three ends were short ends. And my two brothers? Well, their choices were short sticks, too.
By William Altmann5 years ago in Families
A Life Lesson
Jason felt small sitting in the large leather chair. The office was also large, with shelves full of leather bound books lining the walls. It made him feel like a child. He was trying to pay attention, but the overall atmosphere made it difficult. On the far side of the desk, a white haired man was reading slowly from the paper in front of him in a droning voice.
By Fyorge S M Wathen 5 years ago in Families
The Rebel Belle
Adelaide felt like her arms were about to fall off. She had been standing on the platform in the boutique for over an hour. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold her arms out from her sides as the seamstress flitted around her, tucking the dress, sticking pins here and there. Finally, she put one final pin in place and pronounced herself satisfied. Adelaide looked at the mirror, staring at her reflection in the full-length white gown. The sweetheart neckline was enhanced with beading and lace while the pins held it firmly against her body down to her waist, where the dress expanded into a ball gown that flowed down to her feet. She hated it.
By Nicole Werner5 years ago in Families
Remembering Old World California. Top Story - February 2021.
Most people living in the New World try their best to forget the world that existed before the Catastrophe, especially the wealthy, who’d only made efforts to spare themselves, while disregarding the rest of the population. Some people, however, still do all they can to remember.
By Taylor Moreau5 years ago in Families
Misfortunate Misdeeds
The faster I run the closer the man in black gets. I run faster, breathing heavily, desperately trying to escape him. I’m trying so hard not to trip as I run and keep an eye on his distance. I look down and at the last moment see a huge piece of metal sticking out of the road. Bam.
By Brittany Brock5 years ago in Families
Minesweeper
Minesweeper The wealth is in the journey.
By James Kabler5 years ago in Families
