literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Affirmation
Ben halted halfway down the nursing home's white, featureless hallway. He crinkled his nose slightly, resisting the urge to hold his lightweight satchel in front of his face. The pervasive smell of bleach couldn't disguise the aroma from the adult diapers in the nearby service cart. Instead, he opened his satchel's clasp and riffled the pages inside. The door to room 127 stood ajar, but he tapped before pushing it farther open.
By Ben Waggoner5 years ago in Families
Acorn
There was once a little boy who wasn’t unlike any other little boy. He was average in height and had glistening auburn hair that constantly covered his eyes. He loved jumping in puddles on rainy days and giggled when his mother would try to count his freckles. He relished in scaring his older sister with a tree branch claiming it was a summertime June bug crawling into her brain. He was constantly dirty despite his mother’s best efforts and was always stealing more cookies after dinner. His father never objected as they had a mutual agreement in sharing the spoils. The boy, all in all, was normal. Aside from the fact that day in and day out all he would do was climb trees.
By Kelsey Miklovic5 years ago in Families
The Dreams of the Mother
“Do you like what you’re reading?” My mom’s voice from the door of the bedroom we share in my great grandmother’s house startles me. My cheeks are hot, and looking into the mirror of the dresser I’m standing in front of, I can see that they’re pink, my green eyes wide in a mix of fear and confusion. On top of the dresser is a stack of papers, typed carefully by my mother on her old typewriter. “Willie the Fisherman’s Parrot” by Cathy *** ******, it’s titled. It’s my mom’s book in progress, and while at the age of five years old, I can read it quite easily, it isn’t what I was doing.
By Amanda Lee Scherle5 years ago in Families
Meow Means Meow
Sequel to Hunter Stalks the Darkness, find that story here. Hunter Stalks the Darkness was not stalking right now. The sun was out, the beautiful marigolds were in bloom, their blossoms golden, and other shades or red and yellow reflecting the light and warmth. He was truly content. Ceiling Cat had provided the most wonderful of days to be a cat. Just behind his barn, there was a wide fat fence, tall enough that the dogs could not jump it. The mice and other vermin would never come out in the open, and in fact the humans could not see it from their house, making it the perfect place to enjoy the warmth from Ceiling Cat in total peace. A little-known fact, no creature on earth does contentment as well as a cat. His entire body had formed a sort of puddle, like smooth furry black pudding. He seemed almost boneless, with no movement, besides the gentle rise and fall of the entire puddle, accompanied by a gentle purring snore. Every so often, a gentle swaying of the lustrous brush-like tail went along with the purr. Everyone knows that Ceiling Cat abhors too much contentment however, as before long a voice was heard calling. “Georrrrge, Georgie kitten…”. One eye opened in the lazy puddle of vicious killing machine. While it may be true that cats are not terribly adept at mathematics, a twitching, furry, black ear precisely calculated the vector of his person calling to him. As repeated calls came, it became obvious that his hiding place would soon be compromised.
By Brian Amonette5 years ago in Families
3 Fairy Tales to Tell Your Daughter
“Rather than design a life for themselves, the women “in thrall” to fairy tale patterns wait for male rescue, or at least for something to happen. They half-consciously submit to being male property, handed from father to suitor or husband without complaint or violation. And it is the gender economy of the often-repeated fairy tales that has betrayed them.” Elizabeth Wanning Harries, in The Mirror Broken.
By G. A. Mckay5 years ago in Families
A Great Ledbetter Day
Roger drops back, sets up in the pocket and fires a perfect pass to his back up Tight End Jackie Smith. Captain Comeback is doing what he does best, bringing our beloved Cowboys back against the villainous Steelers. We finally will get retribution from our previous Super Bowl loss and wipe the smile off Terry Bradshaw’s face. My mates and I jump off the couch, ready to do our touchdown dance. Our sunshine turned to rain as the ball slips through his fingers and with it our hopes and dreams of finally defeating the Steelers in a Super Bowl.
By Timothy Kincaid5 years ago in Families
Box of Thorns
Today is my first day. First day of what? Well, whatever I want. I’m finally free. The guard I made friends with escorts me through the flickering lights that follow the maze of concrete block walls and dull grey flooring. The buzzer that drags on at every doorway, followed by the echoing of rolling doors and footsteps.
By Tynneal Justice5 years ago in Families
Pastels and Stationery
Thomas Sanders was sauntering down the lane, as he always did, at four o’clock—after he had closed up the drug store. He was deeply engrossed in meditation, ruminating about his customers. He had listened to the elderly Miss Sarah Payton talk of her cousin, and her garden with its solitary marigold flower, and every article of her ornate fifty-piece tea set from the Orient. All this, Thomas had heard before, but the conversation that he must replay again and again was one which he had never intended to have…with a girl he had never met before.
By Erica Nicolay5 years ago in Families
Firefly
Clever indeed. This creature was absolutely stunning, yet borderline terrifying. Really, how would you have reacted to such a sight? Once again locked in eye contact, Kensley considered her new friend's food requirements. She wanted to get Firefly fed before she became its first meal.
By EnolA RaeD5 years ago in Families
The Treasure of Aliban Farm
Took some effort on his part, but Aaron Lucas manages to open the slide door of the old barn of Aliban Farm. Aaron places his hands on his hips, feeling a mixture of pride for opening the rusty door, and nostalgia of the place and the memories that surface. His daughters, Julie and M.J., walk up next to him. While M.J. is in awe of the barn and the obstacles it presents to the playful girl, Julie on the other hand, keeps her face to her phone.
By Tay Gallagher5 years ago in Families
