literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Where The stars take us
My jaw ached from the cold as I pushed through the snow, my legs threatening to give out from under me. My joints were so stiff that I felt them crackle and snap with every step forward. I wasn’t built for the cold and neither was my light attire. Tree branches slapped me, stinging and going numb time and time again against my face- the only thing that reassured me I was still alive. I didn’t even know where I was anymore. All I knew was that every step took me another step farther from home. I felt my horse’s breath against my neck. She was my only companion now. I let out a sigh and stopped searching for any sign of another living thing in the dense forest.
By Rachelle Wolf6 years ago in Families
Lemons
Lemons Jessie sits on her bed, legs swinging, singing a loose rendition of Oranges and Lemons. Mummy is brushing her hair, dragging the brush through her smooth, dark curls, preparing them to be French plaited for school. Jessie has always favoured plaits over ponytails due to the sheer weight of her thick hair. Mummy, being a hairdresser, says it ‘distributes the weight evenly' so that she doesn’t get ‘hair-aches’.
By Tarryn Richardson6 years ago in Families
Rose
Life is full of surprises; I can still remember that phrase that my grandmother used to say. I miss her so much. She was a definition of a woman warrior, she went through a lot, and she never allowed it to torture her. Instead, she went after her dreams. Breaking free from my abusive grandfather, she moved back to her hometown; my grandmother always had a passion for cooking. In 1960, she opened her restaurant. Mother used to spend time in winter with my grandmother, and summer with my grandfather. At first, my mother didn't see my grandfather for almost five years until he went to rehabilitation and proved that he could take care of a child. My grandfather, on the other hand, he was born to be a businessman. It ran through his blood. In 1970 he created his clothing line. He was good at it; he designed multiple dresses for famous actresses. Sometimes I wish my grandmother gave a second chance to grandfather; they were high school sweethearts. They went through a lot together, it wasn't fair throwing everything to waste, but what happened is in the past. My grandfather used to say that he was never able to move from my grandmother's breakup. He admitted that he did wrong, but he wanted it to fix it. He tried to show grandmother that he was still the man whom she fell in love with deep in the heart and that he just needed a second chance to prove it.
By Brendaliz Colon6 years ago in Families
Sunday Candy
If anyone had asked me, I woulda told them I ain't do nothing wrong. I got up, made my bed, ate breakfast, and brushed my teeth like I was supposed to. I mean I mighta argued a little when getting dressed. You woulda too if you saw what Momma laid out. The pale pink dress stared at me, taunting me. I wasn’t one to let things go easily, so I stomped my foot at it and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. Without even looking at me Momma spoke in a hushed tone.
By Shannon Gaskin6 years ago in Families
Shannons' Scar
Shannons’ mum used to work in an aquarium. That’s why she loves fish and crabs and dolphins, but mostly, sharks. This kid at school calls Shannon ‘Shannon the shark girl’ and it used to make her cry, but now that she’s all grown up at age 11, she knows that he was just upset because he doesn’t get to see the sharks after closing time.
By Tarryn Richardson6 years ago in Families
Relieved
Arabella, Eric and Ida sit around a creaking table, waiting expectantly for their breakfast. Arabella, the eldest of the three Wood children, has already managed to spill cold milk, freshly delivered, down her ill-fitting floral dress. She sobs, pink cheeks flushing to a dark red, filling with the salty liquid that escapes from her tear ducts.
By Tarryn Richardson6 years ago in Families
Where the Birdies Fly
Milo rubbed his eyes desperately, as if trying to erase the vision. Nightmares seem harrowingly authentic when they are based on your own reality. Momma said that he had witnessed what no human should witness, certainly not an innocent boy, and that’s why his mind plagued him so morbidly. His short breaths became deeper and a familiar comforting sound dismissed the echo of screaming. As if attentive to Milo’s distress, the swallow was singing a soothing tune from his usual resting tree, drawing Milo to the window.
By Rebecca Clark6 years ago in Families
Dinosaur Bay
Dinosaur Bay Have you ever wondered what happened to the Dinosaurs? Today, everyone believes that these fantastic and incredible creatures are extinct and never to be seen again.... or are they. Somewhere off the coast of America’s pacific northwest, there lies a truly remote island called Dinosaur Bay. Surprisingly on this Prehistoric Paradise, many dinosaurs and other ancient saurians have not only survived but continue to flourish even after millions of years. Then one faithful day, something new would arrive to Dinosaur Bay. On a beautiful day, a little dinosaur was taking a stroll through the forest. His name is Parker the Parksosaurus, a little dinosaur with a big heart. Parker was just having a normal day but as he was about to pass by the beach, the little dinosaur noticed something new to the island.
By Jeremy Bickham6 years ago in Families
