literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
The Final Gift
I stood sipping hot chamomile tea while browsing books. The book store on Main street had been around for decades and recently renovated the old home video store next door. The expansion of a café ended up being a great addition to the book store, bringing in new costumers and thus salvaging a potentially dying business.
By Shawndra Elder3 years ago in Families
One thing was clear
Aunt Aurelia wasn’t my aunt’s real name. She was christened Jane. But she’d reinvented herself in her early thirties, swapping jumpers and jeans for long skirts and belted silk jackets. Cropped hair for long curls and head scarves. Plain Jane for mystical Aurelia. Almost overnight, what was a general curiosity about the occult became a business operated from my aunt’s sitting room. Complete with onyx crystal ball.
By Lottie Grant3 years ago in Families
Daddy's Love.
Daddy’s Little Black Book As the plane descended from 30,000 feet (about the height of Mount Everest) and the clouds looked like giant balls of cotton, I watched as the land below had perfectly measured squares. Objects appeared as busy ants working to store food but the closer the plane got to the ground the more life-sized everything became. The hustle and bustle of the travelers and busyness of the city were all too familiar.
By Lela Brevard3 years ago in Families
Full Circle
His wails pierced through the Saturday morning hum of chattering nanas, modish hipsters and babbling young mums that bustled around them. Norah loved the medley of market goers since they merged the farmers and collectors markets at Bridge Street. She looked at the small boy in front of her with bouncing blonde curls and cherry red cheeks. She wondered if Finn had ever been that small. ‘He certainly was never that vocal’ she thought to herself.
By Jessica Hooper 3 years ago in Families
The Storycatcher
There was nothing much else I could do at that point. I’d already done it all, and done it badly, firing the bridges behind me the minute I’d been clear of them. So when the call came, I went. My 28 days were up, and it was all I knew to do. That or the street, and even a farm 900 miles south sounded better than the street. At least it would be warm and dry, food to eat and a roof over me. And the street would always be there waiting when I burned this bridge, too, as I already assumed I would. If the old man was too much trouble to take care of, I’d just leave. It was six months. I could do anything for six months.
By Janet Carter3 years ago in Families
The black book
Today was a gloomy day it was time to say our final goodbye to grandfather. I was dressed in his favourite dress of mine and a black bow. I wore my flats he always like them over the heels I wore all the time. Mother called me downstairs to load in the carriage with the rest of the family. I sit in my usual spot looking out the window in the door watching the scenery flow past hearing the clip clop of the horses hooves against the cobblestone.
By bella mawbey3 years ago in Families
little black book
“Get out of that room Ailsing!", shouted Peggy when she found her daughter in the bedroom of her recently passed mother. “I wasn’t doing anything mam" I said, startled at the high pitched scream. My mother just glared at me with tears in her eyes but then came to me, smiled and gently kissed me on the forehead. “I’m sorry Ash, I am just a bit stressed with arranging this funeral and I have no idea what to do" said Peggy suddenly bursting into tears. I held her briefly not knowing how to react. In all of my nineteen years, I had never seen her mother vulnerable before, let alone cry. “I think she would look nice in the white blouse, black skirt and that soft purple cardigan that she loves", I said. “That sounds perfect sweetheart, would you mind laying them out? I better go and put on the kettle, Uncle Sean and his latest one will be here any minute. Why does he have to bring her?” Peggy said, shaking her head and walking back out of the room.
By Claire McDermott3 years ago in Families