literature

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

The Fourth Wiseman
The fourth wiseman Most people know the tale of the three wiseman who journeyed from far and wide to bring treasured gifts to celebrate the birth of a baby boy.
By Rose Ericson5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
As I jumped out, covered in dust, with a tremendous feeling of accomplishment, hubby couldn't help smiling when my massive dust-filled sneeze scared our poor dog "Chocolate," who must've jumped a foot above the ground. We all had a good laugh watching her expressions. That's when Rasna, my daughter, came running to me and almost grabbed the box from my hands. "What's is this box?" She asked curiously. "I have no idea," I replied, shrugging my shoulders while walking towards the family room. I continued, "it’s something Nani (Granny) left at our house. Then she got sick and passed away, and we forgot about this box.” Rasna screamed with excitement, “let’s see, Cmon,” and we sat on the deck and opened the box.
By Kavita Taluja5 years ago in Families
The Real Sunset is Never Lemon Scented
Grey can be beautiful. Beautiful in its monotony, in its consistence, in its dedication to being ardently bleak. Grey can be beautiful in its persistent capacity to be wholesomely ugly.
By Amber Marie Ciel5 years ago in Families
Barbeque and Burning Tires
The year was 1965. I was 15 and this was going to be my last summer working for Daddy Fox. I was just finishing 8th grade and starting high school in the fall. I had landed a job working after school and in the summers at a local fast-food joint called Burger Chef. It is long gone now but in the 60s was a strong competitor to McDonald's.
By Trent Fox5 years ago in Families
Sisters?!
Are you all sisters?! To have two people I’ve seen my whole life and thanks to COVID just realizing how so alike they are is mind blowing. People always say they favor their father or mother in looks but my mom legit gave birth to herself! To first answer the question, one of these women is my sister and the other one is my mother. Let’s not gas her up, just kidding she looks bomb for her age! My sister is my mother in that they act just alike in work ethic and in fun. These two women are so creative in all their artistry sometimes it aggravates me that I didn’t get that DNA gene in full, I have like a quarter. I am humbled I get to continue to watch their creativity grow from where it use to be. I admire both my mom and sister aka the Lone Wolves. Along time ago like in grade school I remember my sister telling me she felt like the odd ball of our family and how she felt out of place but I think she fits perfectly. I’m the awkward introverted one who was just really good at sports which inadvertently meant more attention in a sense, at least that’s what she thought about it. She has always been the fearless one in saying what’s on her mind and expressing herself while I’m that shy novel text message writer that everyone hates. She’s independent, poised with a streak of rebellion, and unmoved by sappy romantic comedies that I ask her to watch with me. We are as close to similar as opposites can be. Refocusing on her talents, my sister has been designing things for as long as I can remember. I first noticed it when she stitched some denim jeans into a purse. She then would put different fabrics and outfits together, we all thought she wanted to sew clothes…wrong. Fast forward to her high school and college years she realized she didn’t want to be the seamstress but to be the person creating that one prototype for a factory to insure the desired quantity, the designer instead. She pretty much is self-taught in every aspect from hair to knitting to technology. She said you can learn how to do everything from YouTube, and proves it true to me every time. I watched her results in decorating a whole dorm floor in forest and flower like nuances, creating The Struggle Bus Project, freelance graphic designer and photographer work all the while making baby steps to her dream career of being a business owner creating an interior design line and graphic cozy wear. Think of it as like an Urban Outfitters but black owned.
By Tee Floyd5 years ago in Families
Kinetic Pink vs. Myrtle Green
There they were, snowbound and quarantined in a small Boston apartment—Mom, Step-dad, daughter, and her significant other, all doing the millennial thing: actively engaging with their cellphones even though face to face communication would have used up less data, and it had been a long time since they’d all seen each other since the “rents,” as Eva called them, lived 8 hours away.
By Alex Glenn5 years ago in Families
The loss
There wasn’t much happening on this gloomy rainy Saturday afternoon. The toil Of work had been tedious but a blessing for Mitch the last two weeks.
By Ana Ohn5 years ago in Families
Beta
I stood at the orange door to the storage unit I have been living in the last four years and took a deep breath. After returning home from a few hours out, I sometimes wondered, how did I end up here? How did the drastic changes in my life not consume me whole? Why am I still pushing through it all, when I am at what seems to be the bottom of life? I sighed, releasing a strap from my right arm and beginning to fumble around in my backpack to get my key. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching me, and quickly located the key and unlocked the lock to my unit. I slid the door upwards on a huff and looked inside to everything that was left of what I owned.
By KC Royale5 years ago in Families
The Mysterious Little Black Book
Aunt Lydia always had a little black book for as long as I could remember. I remember as a little girl asking my aunt, what was in her little black book. She would just simply laugh say everyone possess a black book. One day you will have one of your own. If everyone has one, then what do they write in them? I asked..... She replied to me, Stuff LOL..., Personal stuff!! I was like a daughter to aunt Lydia. She showed me and taught me a lot as a kid. I was always curious. I asked a lot of questions. I could always count on aunt Lydia to be on top of answering my every questions.
By Annette Wilson5 years ago in Families
The Life
Melissa drove home from college with a degree in computer engineering in her small Toyota Camry that she saved for since the start of her college years. She was dreading going back home knowing what was waiting for her when she saw her mother again. She was an entirely different person than who she was when she left. She made sure she was accepted into a college as far away from home as possible to get away from the toxicity of her divorced parents’ relationship. It seemed like all they knew was how to get her hopes up then hurt her or push her away. It was like she was choosing the lesser evil when it came to picking where to return home to.
By Caitlin Booker5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
Janet always heard the rumors, but she didn’t believe it until the day she finally came up on it herself. Sitting in her moms top drawer was the book that her grandma had always whispered about. Her mom always told her that this book did not exist, but she lied because the book sat amongst the papers pushed to the back of the drawer, cover worn and weathered. Janet slowly opened the little black book, and started reading through the pages. The names of her ancestors on her mom side over 4 generations was in the book. Her grandmother Adrian, great grandmother and those before her was listed. She quickly spotted the names of her mom, her sisters, and her brothers, but oddly she could not find her name. She wanted to ask your mother why her name not in this little black book, but she did not want to let her know that she had snooped and found it. What was the big secret being kept in this book. Was it that she did not actually belong to this family, because her name was nowhere to be found? Janet was highly upset and disgusted that her mom would keep such a secret from her. Is this why they always treated her different like she was some type of stepchild? Is that why she always felt unloved? Is that why her sisters never took her places?All of those negative thoughts raced through Janets mind. She contemplated all the reasons why her name was not in the Little black book and decided to go visit her grandmother. Her grandmother had always been honest with her after all she’s the one that mentioned the black book in the first place. Was she trying to hint to her what was really going on within the family? Janet had to find out.
By Dorothee Patterson5 years ago in Families
I Come From...
I wrote a poem a long time ago. I took pictures from old photo albums, recorded videos (of videos) as we replayed them from an old VCR and I created something that really defines me, as a woman, as a mother, as someone in this country just trying to become SOMETHING... or more importantly: SOMEONE!
By 4AvynsFuture5 years ago in Families