literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Rule of Three
The thirty year-old woman guided her rented Civic up the quarter mile of gravel driveway. She glanced to the left, the way she had done a million times before as the white farmhouse with the blue trim came into view between two ancient oak trees. Her heart felt bruised, barely moving inside her chest as she pulled to a stop next to the three concrete steps that lead up to the side-porch door. She waited for her grandmother’s face to appear, blurred by the screen door, but vibrant, and excited to see her.
By Vicki Scott3 years ago in Families
Thank you Dad
This is a story of a very rich person and billionaire almost trillionaire mogul. His name was Anthony, Anthony Ohaus. He started his empire over 60 plus years ago when he was in his late 20’s, early 30’s. He started building his fortune from a gift of cash given to him by his well off father. He didn’t want to take the gift as he had something against his father due to him not being their for him his entire life, as he put work first always. This effected him emotionally.
By Alfred Cosme3 years ago in Families
Problem Solved
Tim eased himself into the wicker chair and placed a black notebook on the matching table next to him. The porch looked out to the quiet late afternoon scene, idyllic and peaceful. The gentle symphony of insects humming danced in an out of the wind. The sun sank lower on the horizon and the breeze ruffled the pages of the open notebook resting in Tim’s left hand. The book was old, but still in good shape, and each page bore the evidence of a problem solved. Tim ran his fingers across the ivory-colored pages, the rounded corners curving inward after all the years together.
By Aimee Jamison3 years ago in Families
Up and Down Ladders
Jacob often thought that all painters were a little odd just like his uncle Moses was. The typical sort of lonely fellow who never married yet worked very hard and never seemed to spend a dime from it. He was from a time and place where maybe it was easier to settle down alone than to do anything else. Moses was quiet and tall, he had a grave face and when seen about the town Jacob’s friends would say he creeped them out. As far as Jacob saw it, his uncle was generous and warm, come Christmas and birthdays a card would always come to him or his siblings with at least a ten pound note taped to the top. Beyond these polite gestures and the odd question about school, Moses was unknowable to his nephews and nieces, in fact many people would have said something similar. He had a few friends from playing bowls but they never seemed particularly close, he was well liked by the wider family but rarely invited for dinner. He lived with Jacob’s grandma, his mother, up until she died and he solely inherited the family home, causing small but not insignificant tension throughout the wider family. This hardly mattered to the grandchildren or Moses’ brothers and sisters, it would always be grandma’s house to them.
By Caleb Scott3 years ago in Families
The Way Out of Nowhere
I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ever dream of something better for myself. I never hoped for a great adventure. I had long since convinced myself I was content with my favorite chair in the corner of the library, nestled secretly behind two book stacks no one ever seemed to care about. No one seemed to care about the library at all. I enjoyed the quiet, though. I didn’t like the people in this town, their small talk, and personal agendas. Maybe I was wired this way, or maybe that was the consequence of growing up in a small town with a population of 302, and no other town around for miles. In 1892, three years after the “discovery” of these western plains, the town was established and aptly named, Nowhere, Montana.
By Jordan Butler3 years ago in Families
Passion for Pie
“Ma’am, you’re welcome to stay with me while I clean up, but I’m going to lock the door because we close at 2. Let me get you some coffee or tea, on the house,” Amelia said to the glammed-up woman with shoulder-length silver curls. She had been sitting at the corner table in Amelia’s coffee shop since about 11 o’clock that morning.
By Meghan Butler3 years ago in Families