literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
The Red House by the Lake
Grandpa never really explained why the world is the way it is. He told me everything's always been broken, but I think that’s just not true. Grandpa is just like that, I think. He used to have dark brown hair and a smile that seemed all too forced, but a bunch of sunrises ago he passed away with his hair grey and the smile replaced by a snarl. If the buildings and the roads were anything like Grandpa, they would have had a cheery look to them before they broke. That’s what I think anyway, but Grandpa always told me the world has always been the same, and Grandpa always had protected me, so I trusted him. Then again, he also said I should go to the red house by the lake the sunset just before he died, but he always told me little boys like myself should never go too far away from the city. Grandpa never made any sense to me, but he told me to follow the red arrow on my compass until the road became smooth. Grandpa always protected me, so I trusted him. I was a little scared though, because the red arrow on my compass takes me through the place where the buildings still drop rocks and the road is so sharp it’ll make a cut bleed for days.
By The DemonMaster5 years ago in Families
Stolen Birthright
Stolen Birthright By Kristoffer J Martin Bronze and red haze loomed over the dilapidated gabled ends of a late Victorian mansion. Curly-cued shingles lined the roof edge as a bristling mustache casting eerie shadows across a sprawling overgrown courtyard. Dark dusty windows bleakly mirrored the light of Ali’s 1980 BMW Sprinter van. “We’ll fit right in” she thought as the rust bucket squeaked to a stop. With a heave she threw open her door which crunched as it swung open on its sprung rusty hinges.
By Kristoffer Jay Martin5 years ago in Families
A Wright Thanksgiving
Now that the funeral was over, Hope Street’s Annual Fall Festival had ended, and Thanksgiving was around the corner, The Wright Family needed a dose of happiness. Reverend Matthew Wright, Senior was eighteen months into his second marriage to the lovely Alyse Wright and continued to acclimate her to the Wright Family customs. Alyse witnessed some of the Wrights' customs as Matthew’s fiancé; however, things have changed, and expectations expanded now that she was his wife. Alyse was no longer a visiting guest bringing a bottle of wine or a desired dessert to the table, but now the host of the family’s events.
By Ashley D. Gilyard5 years ago in Families
Circle 'M'
An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness. ~Jean Antoine Petit-Senn Laney swiped away the rivulet of perspiration snaking its way down the side of her face. The July heat blowing through the open windows of her dilapidated pick-up truck pooled ever thicker as she eased the truck to a stop and killed the engine.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Families
Paddy's Journal: The Lady of Ophilia
Winter. 22nd December 1990. 6:55pm. Illinois. Paddy, aged fourteen, sits at his desk gazing out of the window. The biggest blizzard Illinois has seen in decades; roads are nowhere to be seen, the golden rays of light from the streetlamps beam across the street, creating a warm, homey, wintery scene. The cheer of children outside launching snowballs at each other like cannonballs is heard. Paddy lets off a sigh.
By Lewis Jefferies5 years ago in Families
Barney The Barn Owl
It’s been a few hours since the amber alert was first dispatched. 7- year-old Jason-Jay Jackson or J.J. by his family and friends, went missing in the dense forest not far from their farm, while playing hide and seek with his older brother and sister. When they couldn’t find him during his turn to hide they started to get worried. They called out his name over and over and then worried turned to fear. They ran back home as quickly as they could yelling out to their parents both extremely distraught. Mom frantically called 911 giving a detailed description of J.J. and headed out with a very concerned Dad to search for J.J.
By Pamela Wright5 years ago in Families
Timmy and the Great White Owl
Once upon a time in the forest. There was a family of mice that lived inside an oak tree. Timmy was curious about the sky. So one night he pretended to go to sleep. After he was tucked in his bed. And all the lights were off. He snuck out of the house and went to explore.
By Anjalee Jadav5 years ago in Families
THE MASK
Once upon a time in the small town of Normal, Illinois, lived a girl named Ndim. She was American, but her father was from an African country called Cameroon. That is why her name did not sound America. Her mother was American. When Ndim was three years old, her parents told her stories about witchcraft and sorcerers in African countries. She was scared about these stories because she did not like witchcraft or sorcerers.
By Sandra Bongjoh5 years ago in Families
Lost and Found
My grandmother, (my mimi) had been like a mother to me, always taking in my sister and I, when my mentally ill mother was hospitalized. Now my nine year old mind couldn't accept that she had supposedly died of a sudden heart attack. Surely they were lying. "Surely this was just a bad dream", I thought. As the reality sank in that she was really gone, memories flooded my young mind, of all the good times we'd spent together. I began to contemplate the new uncertainties in my life, I felt abandoned by the only person who loved and cherished me. My mother was emotionally unavailable and self absorbed. My father had left before I could remember, and grandpa (my pipi) died before mimi, when I was three. "Where will I go when mom gets sick again? Who will I play card games with me, teach me calligraphy, and listen to how my day went?," I thought, already feeling the loneliness setting in, as I didn't have many friends in our secluded area.
By Michelle Buckaloo5 years ago in Families
