literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
The Grief of a Daughter
It’s the drugs that killed her. That is the truth that everyone knows, that everyone is thinking, but no one will say aloud. That is what Brissa believes at least.
Lost & found
What can I say about my aunt? She was old fashioned and judgemental, twenty two years older than my mother and a widow. But she was a very amusing creature. She is dead now though, no longer with us. That brings me to the funny thing about life: we don't really appreciate a person until we no longer have the option of being with them. It's like everything happens in hindsight, or at least that is my experience.
Kelly Marie FrancisPublished 3 years ago in Families- Top Story - February 2021
Snowman
PART I The last time Silas remembered it snowing this much, he was barely five. That was a lifetime ago, but if he concentrated very hard, he could stir up fuzzy memories of backyard snowball fights and snow angels with his dad. Like most of his childhood memories, these came with a soundtrack: His mother, a concert pianist, was not a fan of the cold—it interfered with her playing—so while Silas romped in the snow with his dad and their dog Oboe, his mom remained inside practicing some Chopin nocturne or other. And while he had plenty of happy memories of playing and laughing with his mom, it struck him now, these many years later, that very few were in the winter, and none were in the snow.
Damon TabbPublished 3 years ago in Families The Legacy
Splash Splash Splash My knees were curled against my chest as I listened to the rain falling outside my window. The drops of rain seemed to fall with the same rhythm as my tears. I guess nature really was in tune with itself.
Scarlet WolfePublished 3 years ago in FamiliesReturning Home
«I am sorry», I say, «I haven’t come to see you in such a long time» She looks up at me, same as I remember, exactly the same despite the simple fact that at least six years have passed since we last met. Yes, I think to myself, exactly six years, we met last at mom’s funeral, argued the way we always do about some shit that wasn’t important I am sure. It’s never important in retrospect but seems crucial, essential in the moment.
Oksana DolnaPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesLet's Try Rupesh
Tinashe looked at the invoice from the solicitors for the umpteenth time. The final figure showed £999.00. Why do they always do that? That’s a grand he thought. The last time he coughed out nearly a grand as well, still, no results. He had just finished meeting with the solicitor guy, Gary was his name. “The court says that she can’t be removed until the council provides a place for her. She can’t be homeless according to the law.”
Uwem UmanaPublished 3 years ago in Families"Mama's Little Black Book"
'That's odd; rain only falls down these parts two times a year.' said Rose, to which I then replied, 'Mama always said rain is like honey; it falls down slowly and sticks to your windowpane like glue.' My momma was always philosophical like that, creating stories and songs, inventing new passages to unedited chapters in her little black book, and creating new plans for tomorrow without a worry for today nor care for yesterday. Momma was very intriguing like that- Until she wasn't.
Antoine ThomasPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThe Book Buried Below
The large buck stands its ground, feet planted in the grass. All of my concentration is focused on the delicate creature staring back at me. My brows furrow as I squint my eye, waiting for the telescope on my rifle to focus. Behind me, my father slowly shifts his weight from one foot to the other, causing a branch to snap underneath him. The deer flinches at the sound and my body tightens as I begin to panic. The buck takes half of a step in my direction before swiftly darting away, back into the dark shadows of the trees.
Kennedy WalshPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesGigi and granny
First day of winter this girl name Gigi, went to her grandmas house for a vacation. Of course her grandma stayed in Miami that’s the only reason she “really” wanted to go. She laughed at the thought of going because it was free for her to go and stay. She was thinking she could save money And hang with her friends. When she arrived she was greeted by her granny, they went for lunch since it was the afternoon when she got there.they talked and got all caught up, when they got to the house she told her grandm it was so nice to be there with her. Her grandma (Jean )Said yes indeed it is, she told her granddaughter she was glad because she had something to tell her.
Sparkle HawkinsPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesA walk away from home
Hours of crying had tired my eyes into submission and sleep came deeply and without warning. My whole world had changed few months before my 18th birthday. Until last night I had looked forward to my upcoming holidays in India, a land that was just as mysterious for me as it was for most of the white kids in my school.
Nidhi DottaPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesThe Old Farmhouse
Josie looks to her Mother with a long expression on her face. " Mom why did we have to move from Ladoga? All my friends are there." Josie's Mom just looked straight out the front of the van as she drove. She took a deep breath in and out and replied " Well me and your Daddy didn't have any life insurance and after he died it took almost all our savings to bury him. We just didn't have enough money left to live in our house anymore. I was able to find another house to live in with what we had left. It wasn't easy for me to make this decision, I so wish we could have stayed in our home. I just can't afford it on my own. Just wait we will be happy in no time here, Think of it as a new adventure for all of us." Josie looked out her window as her Mom pulled on a gravel drive at the end of it she saw an old farm house with no paint and looks like it needed a lot of work. All Josie knew she felt homesick.
Amy MartinPublished 3 years ago in FamiliesBecoming
I opened the door to the the Quetzal Café, immediately I am wrapped up in the nostalgic aroma of fresh baked Conchas' and spicy Mexican Hot Chocolate. Scents I were familiar with back in my homeland but were a rare treat due to my family's impoverished status. The café is dressed in colors and fabrics like a woman of wealth and class, but the atmosphere is equivalent to that of a tight embrace from your Abuela.
Morgan AddyPublished 3 years ago in Families