literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Save or Spare
“Save or spare, only you can decide who’s the lucky heir” were the bold black words printed on a sheet of banner style paper that lay above 5 Moleskin notebooks on a large desk. All different colors and all had different titles written across the covers. 5 notebooks for 5 family members, this will be interesting I thought.
By Auntie Kay5 years ago in Families
The Little River Crone
For those in my life who’ve handed me beautiful seeds. The Little River Crone Once upon a time in the middle of the Maine woods, many years ago, there came to be a witch flying over the treetops in her clunky spaceship, and seeing a little river, she made to land the craft near it. Being a young witch, and this being her first trip through space, she was not used to operating a flying contraption, and therefore, she landed quite hard and quite close to the little river, the craft bumping along as it came to a halting stop. The witch had a few bumps and bruises but hurriedly checked on her parcel, a precious glass box, with dirt and mineral inside.
By Annemarie Kate Morse5 years ago in Families
The Lesson
We begin with me digging through my estranged father’s attic after he passed away. I hadn’t seen him in more than forty years. He had no other children, and no real possessions other than a run down house outside Phoenix, Arizona which he left to me. I was preparing the house to be sold, and removing the junk, when I happened upon a small, black, Moleskine journal.
By Brian Madigan5 years ago in Families
Hickory Creek, Inc.
"How do you get us into these messes?" Linus groaned. Typically, my dear brother is thrilled when we travel. Today, that wasn't the case. We had missed lunch because I had forgotten to wake Linus up. To be fair, my latest Sherlock Holmes novel had been quite riveting.
By Jeremy Jewitt5 years ago in Families
Underbrush
She looked around the dark attic space. “Well I don’t see anything worth going through” she whispered to Emili. Emili continued to look around, “What about this?” as she pointed to a dusty old box with the word “KEEP” on the side. Sheena looked at the box with a disgusted look on her face, “Ugh, I guess I can look through this, let’s take it down so we can actually see what is in it.” Emili grabbed the box and followed Sheena into the dining room.
By Sheena Jordan5 years ago in Families
The Legacy
My mother used to say, “Bad luck always comes in threes.” As I stood in her empty bedroom thinking about the last two months, she could not have been more right. My husband had injured his back at work over a month ago and was suffering while waiting for surgery to be scheduled. My hours at work had been reduced due to the economic downturn, and we were scraping by on his meager disability payments and my pathetic paycheck. Worst of all, Mom was gone.
By Penny Harding5 years ago in Families
What It Entails
Naomi was restless. After her father passing, she was put on the role of cleaning out his possessions. It didn’t feel right to her. She could hear the yelling of her father as he scolded her about touching what wasn’t hers. But she knew he was gone. Gone and in the ground.
By Dennis Chung5 years ago in Families
A Grandmother's Hopes
As the funeral car pulled away, Jack couldn’t help but think of his inheritance. “Wonder how much the old woman has left me” he muttered to himself. The thing you need to know about Jack is that he was a selfish soul with very little regard for those around him, especially his Grandmother who was now being whisked away in a box to be put in the ground. He had no time for her you see. He would always be too busy to take her shopping or sit with her to have a cup of tea. And now, it was too late for any of this but he didn’t seem to mind. He went about his day with the thought of how much inheritance at the forefront of his mind.
By Faye Smith5 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
The blaring of her alarm awakened Eva Banks with a start. Even after 8 hours of sleep, she was still bone weary. It was Saturday, her day to volunteer at the senior center, but all she wanted to do was stay in bed, wrapped in the cocoon of her thin but comfortable blanket. "Oh well," she thought. "A promise is a promise, and after all I've been through, I can't simply break the one I made when I signed up for this." She reluctantly got up, took a shower, got dressed, then steeled herself for the mile long walk to the center. Leaving her shabby apartment, she quickly glanced up and down the street, checking the weather, but also looking for any sign of HIM. Seeing none, she sighed with relief, then started her long walk. As she walked, she thought about her life, and all of the things which had happened to bring he to this place and time. She knew she shouldn't think about those things, because she was desperately trying to begin a new life, one devoid of fear, heartbreak and loss. So intent was she with her musings, she abruptly found herself stumbling over something lying on the sidewalk. Coming back into the moment with a jolt, she looked down at the thing which almost sent her sprawling, and saw that it was a book. A little black book, to be exact. She picked it up and opened it, thinking that it might be a novel she could read on those nights when she couldn't sleep at all. But all she saw on those slightly yellow and worn pages were letters and symbols which to her seemed to be some kind of foreign language or codes. Not being able to figure it out, and already running late for her duties at the center, she put the book into her purse, and promptly forgot about it.
By Diana R Dukes5 years ago in Families
