literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Papaw's Farm
When I was a girl, I would burrow under my quilt at night during the cool, humid summer nights on papaw’s farm. It was so different from the city. I would lie awake to hear the unfamiliar lullabies of the crickets, and the choir of deafening cicadas on those evenings. It was like I was in a different world. A magical one where the day would give way to another world at night. During one of those summers growing up, I remember the wonder I felt at hearing the hoot of an owl for the first time.
By Melissa Mena5 years ago in Families
The Great Tug o’ War
Through the years, upon years, upon decades, upon centuries—centuries stacked higher than Man. Higher than He May see or believe have passed- a great battle has ensued, claiming the sky as a battleground; the rule of it, the trophy. Actually, the “Great Battle” is more of a “Great Tug-o’-War”, an attempt at appeasing a sibling rivalry.
By Colette Mcdonald5 years ago in Families
The Magic of Family
I remember the first time it happened. I was collecting herbs for my abuela. She had this gleam in her eye like she knew something no one else did when she asked me to help her collect the things she needed for her works as tribe medicine woman. I knew something was up because she rarely asks for my help. I am not very good at identifying the herbs she uses.
By Amanda Mueller5 years ago in Families
Not All Families Begin the Same Way
Love is boundary-less. ~Angel Haze PRIDE and AUDACITY - He's an audacious Middle Eastern Prince. She's a prideful Wall Street Princess. These two warring hearts burn a trail from the skyscrapers of New York City to the scorching sands of Ahalamin.
By Lynda Coker5 years ago in Families
After All These Years
Never in a million years, did she think she would be returning to this place. It's not that it held bad memories, in fact it is the complete opposite. It holds too many good memories. Is that possible? For a place to be tarnished because it holds exuberant amounts of joy and laughter? Of love? Perhaps if your unsure if those things, that level of contentment, will ever be achieved again. Is that the reason why she left so long ago? To see if she could be happy, just as happy, somewhere else?
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Families
The Barn owl
In the winter of 2020 the Corona pandemic swept threw Canada like a bad snow storm and as our family and friends started to die a round us, the Government of Canada put a nation wide lock down on the country. No one could leave their homes unless they were essential workers or going out for necessities.
By Suzanne Bennett Mcelroy5 years ago in Families
Walking Through the Forest
Mark Harris was an inquisitive guy, always wanting to explore the world around him. This was very quickly brought to an end when his elderly father, Harry, became ill. Now, Mark's time was spent taking care of an ailing Harry, staying close by should the worse come to fruition.
By Joe Harris5 years ago in Families
Beyond Imaginary Lines
We arrived at the mart within town and upon first look everything seemed ugly. Once we walked in the store though, the clothes and shoes got nicer and nicer. Not my taste though. "Sarah, go ahead and browse around I'm going to check out the dresses." A sudden shiver of disgust coursed through me. Thinking about her and my dad and-... GROSS! I had a flashback to when I saw that girls outfit but, haven't been able to find it. I looked and looked but, there was no sight of anything like that in the store. Knowing my luck she probably ordered it off of online but my father doesn't want me to do that thing incase the sizes are too small and I waste the money. Just then I saw it. There was what looked like a secret room within the store like it was out of a video game or something. I went to look inside just when a stupid cat jumped out and scared me of course. I went in for a second look. Nothing but the outfits that girl was wearing was within there. I just had to grab a few. "Sarah, did you find anything yet?" Happily I shouted yes this time. "Well let me see them, try them on!" So I ran into the fitting room to try the first one on and when I came out Victoria didn't seem too pleased. Let down I went back into the fitting room to put the other one on. When I looked into the mirror I forgot how upset Victoria looked and just smiled again. Excited once again I opened the door to Victoria taking in a breath to sigh. "Sarah you can't just waltz into school looking like some- whatever that is, pick something else." I got angry. "But Victoria I -" "Don't Victoria me I swear your just like your mother, always gotta dress like your ready for the neighborhood bang. I was so furious I decided to just put everything back and ask to leave. Victoria agreed and we headed home with her snotty remark of telling me my father can bring me instead because she can't do this again. So after the most awkward ride home I went straight to my room to shut and lock the door. I could feel heat radiating off of my face from how angry I was. I just started unpacking and the next thing I knew I was asleep. "Sarah..." A voice was whispering to me but I couldn't see much. "Sarahh...." There was a dim purple light in the distance and it looked like someone was standing there. "sarAHH!!" I was jump scared awake. "What a weird dream." I thought. "Sarah I'm home!" I heard my father shout from downstairs. He's finally home. I rushed downstairs to welcome him home and get ready for dinner. As we sat at the dinner table my father asked how our day was. All I could think of was how rich this conversation was going to be. "OH!, We went to the mart and did some shopping and I brought Sarah to get some clothes." "She couldn't find anything worth getting." I swear she's just like her mother, can't make up her mind." "YOU LYING BITCH!" I shouted. "Sarah, language." My father said. "WHY DON'T YOU TELL DAD ABOUT HOW I'M JUST LIKE MY MOTHER BEING THE WHORE OR THE TOWN!" Victoria responded. "Sarah I'm not sure I know what you mean." Just then my blood boiled. "Why don't you get into a crash and die like mom did, maybe she'll meet you on your way to hell and whoop your ass on the way down!" My father slapped my face and shouted to get up to my room. I was officially grounded for the first time since mom passed away. I ran to my room and just laid there looking at the ceiling. I cant stand that she has the ability to just lie like that and everyone believes her. I swear she's evil. This move to me has been the worst ever. I can't believe I feel this way but, I really can't wait to start school where I'm away from her.
By Noe Boilard IV5 years ago in Families
Lemonade
Lemonade When the Fletchers decided to move to the small town of Clatskanie, Oregon from Los Angeles, Nia thought her father was crazy. It was a small town of maybe two thousand people; the air was cleaner and while she’d had no indication that people were kinder, they certainly seemed to have more time to talk. The whole town seemed like an uncomfortable sort of place, it looked strange amongst the trees Oregon was known for. Like a dusty town from a western movie--probably one of John Wayne’s, he being the only western actor she knew much about. Her grandfather would have liked the town, but he wasn’t with them to enjoy it. He was back in Anaheim. Her dad insisted that the place wasn’t so bad--there was a castle, even! He’d taken her to see it. It wasn’t actually a castle. The so-called castle was a fourteen roomed house some guy built with two towers on either side of it. There was a huge staircase in the front opening up to the yard like the grand entrance in the Titanic. Nia herself wasn’t so grand: she had straight brown hair pulled up with a spider clip. It stuck up in bent spikes from the clip, giving her a messy look. She had brown eyes, and was in a red casual dress with a white cardigan overtop that reached just past her knees and red Converse sneakers. She had black leggings underneath to face the crisp air of Oregon’s October. It was different than California weather, and she thought it was almost as if her body refused to adjust. She was always freezing. She pulled her cardigan tighter around herself.
By Jennie Demos5 years ago in Families
Oh Butterfly - A Short Story
If not for friends and playing games, I don't know the point of going to school. As I was saying, I came home and tossed my shoes in a corner and my school bag in another corner. Owing to my patti's insistence, I developed the habit of going straight to the backyard to place the lunch bag in the common area for our servant maid Akka to wash them for the next day.
By vaisrinivasan5 years ago in Families
