literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Homecoming
When I was a kid and storms woke the family, Mom would come into my room with a lit candelabrum to watch the sky with me. It was only fitting that lightening would dance for her funeral. The heat storm scared away most of the family and friends, but me and a few others stood around the hole in the ground. My mother wasn’t Catholic, but was close friends with Father Welch, so he spoke today in full regalia. My grandmother, a proud Protestant, would have rolled in her grave, if she had one. Father Welch finished his prayer and the crowd dispersed. He came over to me and clapped his fat hand on my shoulder. His grim demeanor looked wrong on a face cut with laugh lines.
Ashleigh WalkerPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesBrothers Forever
Tommy Little hated listening to his parents fighting all the time, and as difficult as it was for him to get around on two crutches, he managed to get out the back door and walked down the hill toward the park.
Denise WillisPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesKrypton's Finest
Kal sat in his car waiting for the crew to arrive. With the music off and the air conditioning on, he could pretend he was far away from Miami. He watched his diamond shaped air freshener with its square jawed hero flying on it. The blue eyes looking at Kal with pride, because the boy who took his name had grown up to be strong and proud. Kal smiled back at his hero and got out of the car to greet his crew.
Memory Lane
Jenna had walked down this road many times, yet she had never noticed it before. The tiny alleyway, its entrance covered with hanging ivy. Fiddling with a strand of hair that had fallen over her face, as she had done for many years, she felt an urge to lift the ivy and go in. It was a strong pull and she didn't resist. She pulled back the ivy and gasped. It was a little country lane, peaceful and serene, with many different doors scattered down the length of the seemingly endless lane. The ivy across the entrance was now blocking out all the noise from the street; all she could hear were birds tweeting their many different songs, bees buzzing around in the sun, and what sounded like the trickle of water. It reminded her of the creek she used to play in when she was a child.
Michelle ShaftoePublished 7 years ago in FamiliesA Short, Wartime Bedtime Story
Necla opened her hazel eyes at the sound of an immense explosion. She bolted upright in her chair and ran to the dingy room at the end of the dark corridor. Her young sister was sleeping still, miraculously, a torn doll tucked under her dirty chin.
Busra BayramPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesShattered
I knew that they were responsible. But without evidence, there was nothing I could do. I wished from the bottom of my heart that it wasn't true. But the truth was as sour as the milk in the fridge.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in FamiliesA Caged Dove's Song
Everyone has dreams, no matter how big and outrageous they may be. Yet some people have dreams that are simple and not as far fetched as some. That’s me and my sister Faith. I want to be the greatest African American female dancer in the states. And my sister; she just wants to publish one of her stories. Faith has always been the one to reach for something that wasn’t as far away from her reach. But I, I wanted things I know I couldn’t have. I had dreams that not even the greatest people dreamt of. I wanted to conquer all. But Faith wasn’t as ambitious as me, despite us being identical twins.
Imani PattersonPublished 7 years ago in Families