literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
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 Overton6 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 Wiseman6 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 Bradshaw6 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 Mena6 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 Mcdonald6 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 Mueller6 years ago in Families
Not All Families Begin the Same Way
Love is boundary-less. ~Angel Haze PRIDE and AUDACITY - He's an audacious Middle Eastern Prince. She's a prideful Wall Street Princess. These two warring hearts burn a trail from the skyscrapers of New York City to the scorching sands of Ahalamin.
By Lynda Coker6 years ago in Families
After All These Years
Never in a million years, did she think she would be returning to this place. It's not that it held bad memories, in fact it is the complete opposite. It holds too many good memories. Is that possible? For a place to be tarnished because it holds exuberant amounts of joy and laughter? Of love? Perhaps if your unsure if those things, that level of contentment, will ever be achieved again. Is that the reason why she left so long ago? To see if she could be happy, just as happy, somewhere else?
By L. M. Williams6 years ago in Families
The Barn owl
In the winter of 2020 the Corona pandemic swept threw Canada like a bad snow storm and as our family and friends started to die a round us, the Government of Canada put a nation wide lock down on the country. No one could leave their homes unless they were essential workers or going out for necessities.
By Suzanne Bennett Mcelroy6 years ago in Families
