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