literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
The Balance
Victor Malcolm and Jeff Lindsay were contractors in competition. Malcolm Construction would get more jobs than Lindsay Construction because their bids were always the lowest. As the years go by, Victor would spend his money as if it came from a well. While Jeff would handle his finances as if he was experiencing a drought.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Families
Ancestral Spirit
The little boy was restless, and watching too much television had made him cranky. His mother told him when she finished washing dishes that they could do anything he wanted. He requested one of his favorite things, no matter what time of year it was. He wanted to go hiking by the lake. His mother agreed they could both use the fresh air and exercise.
By Carole Anzolletti5 years ago in Families
Indigo
Indigo's eyes slowly opened as she breathed in the smell of a new day. She was so delighted that she finally had a place to call her own. A place built by the hands of a man she had come to admire and adore - a man she lovingly called “grandpop". Indigo's life, at a mere 11 years old, had not been the easiest or the most glamorous. She had witnessed her mom get hauled off by police on many occasions, she was forced to trod up and down city streets begging for food and money, and she was subjected to sleeping anywhere she could find a little warmth. Indigo had resolved that her life would always be filled with uncertainty, fear, and sadness. This unpredictable existence with an emotionally detached mother and an absent father was, in a twisted way, her stability.
By Tausha Marshall5 years ago in Families
Ornamental Memories
“Fight!” screamed a kid nearby, so loud that Maggie flinched to cover her ears. She peered to her left to a see a crowd starting to form around the two boys, wrestling on the concrete. They were in the year above her and were always starting fights around the school, so she turned back and continued picking at her sandwich. “Dad should know by now that I hate pickles” she thought.
By Jess Halpin5 years ago in Families
Away from Nature
On the first day of the spring, a season that brings new life and joy all around you, a couple Bruce and Rose, welcomed their first baby girl and not far away a Barn owl welcomed its owlet into the world. Nature has its own way of blending the music together with the sound of the baby cries and cooing of an owlet.
By Hari Prasad Bairaju5 years ago in Families
Through Destiny's Eyes
Hi!! I’m Destiny. Guess what? This weekend coming up is the weekend that I get to spend two nights at my grandma’s house!! As soon as that bell rings at school and my teacher says “Have a good weekend”, I’m going to run all the way home just as fast as I can so I can pack my clothes.
By Charmaine Roots Castillo5 years ago in Families
Thanksgiving Noir
The morn of Thanksgiving, the Willis couple was preparing the dining room for their guests. The table was decked out with a festive cloth with autumnal colors and a selection of gourds surrounding a cornucopia as the centerpiece. Carol and Jacob Willis are both archaeologists from different groups who met at a dig in Carthage Tunisia. They have been married for 3 years and have no children yet, but they do have enough extended family to fill a small table. They also have a well-trained Airedale Terrier named Peanutbutter. Their house was reasonably sizable: 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, decorated with a series of vintage decor and knick-knacks, plus a few antiques here and there. The backyard is very spacious with a small vegetable garden, a birdbath fountain in the middle, a doghouse off to one side, and an aviary on the opposite side that houses a barn owl named Amaya.
By Steff Overton5 years ago in Families
Notebooks
“Next time those jerks at school mess with me, I won’t chicken out,” Hank told himself as he walked home from school with his head down. He watched his shoelaces slap the concrete sidewalk with every step, wishing he could be another person entirely. Hank wasn’t unlike the other kids at his high school, experiencing typical teenage hormones and the angst that accompanies them. He was awkwardly tall and very shy, but that’s not what made him the primary target for the ridicule he had become accustomed to receiving. Hank came from a family of modest means, he was a loner, and being the new kid in an entirely new country only made him an easier target.
By Chloe Wiseman5 years ago in Families
Joy Disarrayed by Sorrow
Mice scampered through the tall grass prairie gathering seeds in their cheeks. A rabbit nibbled on a root; its ears twitched toward the hushed kisses amidst the rustling grass. Moon beams dripped down tall stocks of big blue stem and pooled on a plaid blanket revealing entangled legs and the curled toes of adolescent bliss.
By Stephanie Bradshaw5 years ago in Families
