literature

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

Mothers Day
Mother's Day She had mother's eyes, a beautiful azure flecked with silver. You could imagine a summer sky, birds flitting through the air when she smiled.
By Eron Kaye5 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Ten I still had the, Antique Barn, on my mind, so, I headed that way. It was killing me, to think that the, great, old, chandelier, hanging there, was in need of a new home. “What can I say…I am Woman. There was also that awesome old mirror. Naturally, I had to purchase that beautiful, work of art!
By Suzy Bohi5 years ago in Families
Nebby
Once upon a time, there was a little cloud, “Nebulous.” His family and friends called him, “Nebby.” He was a happy, friendly little cloud! He had lots of friends at school! They’d laugh and play and laugh and play! “Hey, Nebby! I bet you can’t beat me to the merry-go-round,” Nasir said. “I bet I can,” Nebby said as he bolted towards the playground. Allyson heard the challenge and started running, too. Nasir caught up and ran pass Nebby. Allyson did, too. The other cloud kids on the playground started cheering. “Go, Nebby! Go! Come on. Catch up!” Nasir came in first place, Allyson second, and Nebby third. “Oooh, Nebby! You let a girl cloud beat you,” said Nasir as he began to laugh. “She did beat me,” Nebby said and began to laugh, too. The laughter became uncontrollable as other clouds began to join in! There were clouds falling on the ground, on the merry-go-round, everywhere, some, with tears in their eyes from laughing so much and so hard, and then it happened.
By Tralyne 5 years ago in Families
Wally the Whale
Deep in the ocean, animals of all shapes and sizes live and swim together. Meet Wally. He is a blue whale, and he has a problem. Wally's salmon friend Fred swam into some plastic. Wally has tried his best, but he can't free Fred.
By Matthew Foster5 years ago in Families
MISHELLE'S SPECIAL DREAMS
CH.1 HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY There was such a happy atmosphere on Mishelle’s birthday that even the sun seemed to be smiling. The sky was royal blue and there was no breeze to stir the carnations that were growing enchantingly in the grounds of the mansion. Jack and Anne, Mishelle’s parents, had hired a banqueting room within the 15th Century mansion to celebrate their eldest daughter’s 18th birthday. And what day it proved to be!
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 years ago in Families
Stella's divine detour
" I can't believe it's already almost three am" Stella said to herself, yawning as the rain started to fall heavier on to the dark road ahead of her. Barely able to see the road she failed to notice the large fallen branch until she heard the large thud upon impact. Immediately her car started smoking,and she started cursing out of frustration. On her long journey home from her mother's funeral, she just wanted to get home and back to the city life she's been embracing for the past few years. Surrounded by dense forest, her cell had no service, making her feel terribly uneasy in the pits of her stomach. She looked ahead down the dark country road, through the rain she faintly saw a dim light way in the distance. She took a deep breath as she hesitatingly put her arms through her coat, unsure if the walk would be worth the anxiety it's already provoking. Stella was the spitting image of her mother,tall with long golden hair and eyes greener than the hills in Ireland. She was used to getting more attention than most and she hated it. Especially in a situation like this, stranded in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night while the storm raged around her. She wondered if some estranged mountain man or homicidal trucker would appear, because she was firm believer in Murphy's law and what can go wrong will go wrong. Pushing those thoughts aside she got out, locking the car behind her and look around at her surroundings."What else can I do?" she said to herself as she sauntered toward the dark abyss ahead of her.
By The objective perspective.5 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Nine “Good morning, Jeffrey, another day, another dollar.” He winked at me while eating his eggs and bacon.
By Suzy Bohi5 years ago in Families
Avenues: The Finale, Part 1
He was definitely hiding something. I kept visiting my father in prison, pretending to rebuild the kind of father-son relationship he so desperately wanted, just to gain his trust. It’s been months and he hasn’t coughed anything up worth any value to me. Nothing that would allow me to gain any leverage towards Oliver who still hadn’t made his move yet. Months have gone by and not a single bomb has been thrown on this side of the fence. It made me uneasy and it was causing my insomnia to resurface.
By Sharlene Alba5 years ago in Families
The Mistake
Tovi was 9 years old when she found out she was sent here. Not because she was planned or wanted. Her parents were adulterers, very promiscuous individuals. They were also the type to not know how to face their consequences, in some cases their responsibilities. Her father was in a relationship with another woman, a friend of Mothers at the time. She stuck around after she was born though, good woman. Her mother was also in a relationship of her own with a man that served in the military. At the beginning he assumed Tovi was his child. Tovi is short for Tov Me'od. It means strength. Which she is full of. Tovi was her mother's youngest child. She was raised with an older brother in the home with her and her mother. She had special gifts that she never understood until she was 9 years old. She would have these dreams about other children she had never seen before. They wouldn't talk but they always gave her a warm smile and hug and played with her at this park. Her dream would always be at a park with clouds around them. She started to think it was a park in heaven that she would visit. It was always the same 8 kids. One looked just like her, but he was a boy. Same face, he had fresh braids every time. Him and Tovi would have on the same colors too while everyone else is in different colors.
By Jakobia Anderson5 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Eight “Good day, Mrs. Fitzberg,” I said. “Just call me, Daisy,” she replied, and, good morning to you.” I started straightening newspapers. I knew there were, many more headlines, I hadn’t read yet, that pertained to the disappearances.
By Suzy Bohi5 years ago in Families
Hush Little Babies
Chapter Seven I picked up the phone. “Hi Gina, how are you,” I said. “I was worried about you, since you rushed home the other day.”
By Suzy Bohi5 years ago in Families
Drying Time
My mother, Lita McClaren-Rose, died during childbirth. She was a professional artist, art teacher on the side. She was an amazing painter. Every stroke of paint from her brush told a tale. Everyone was devastated by her passing. Dad’s family grieved heavily while my maternal family just fell apart.
By Caitlynne5 years ago in Families