literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Golden Phrases and the Cosmic Grammarians
“He’s ready for a relationship – and you are a sinking ship.” I try not to laugh as I transcribe the words into my Moleskin. I don’t want the woman who said them or her friend to know I’m listening – even though what I’m doing can hardly be considered eavesdropping. I’m just sitting here, sipping my overpriced coffee and letting the world spin around me. They are the ones talking loudly enough for half the café to hear. But I don’t mind. Afterall, I come here every morning just to listen to people like them.
By S. Baer Lederman3 years ago in Families
Happy Endings
Lily was sitting in the conservatory with her morning coffee. She had bagels with cream cheese her, favourite. It was her weekend off. She like nothing better than to sit with her feet up, with her puzzle books. Sun was shining in the conservatory. It was lovely and warm. She was unwinding. she had been very successful in the last six months, with her books accumulating prize Money of $20,000, hard to believe. Her cell phone rang. She picked up the phone and smiled when she saw the caller. Liam.
By Kathleen Merry3 years ago in Families
Lubeck
Gertie felt at home as soon as she stepped off the plane, taking in a huge gulp of crisp, northern air. Despite never having visited her parent’s hometown of Lubeck, she felt as if she were returning somewhere warm and familiar, like putting on a cozy sweater. It was strange – to feel as though you inherently belong somewhere you’ve never actually been. “Must just be the stories...” she thought to herself. Gertie clutched her father’s black notebook to her hip as she walked off the tarmac.
By Paige Klaver3 years ago in Families
A Box in the Park
As a single mother of two, I try to keep things interesting. Every Thursday evening following homework and an after-school snack, I take my son Carson and daughter Cassidy to a nearby park. To keep it fun I usually rotate between the five parks in my hometown of Whiterapid, Colorado. The third Thursday in September started off like a typical day. That evening at Adams Park, I stood at the base of the green spiral slide waiting for Cassidy to reach the bottom when I noticed strange markings in an Aspen tree to my right. This tree lined the edge of the playground and had never caught my eye before. When Cass got to the bottom of the slide she screeched and ran toward the swing set. At 8 years old, she no longer needed me to push her so I walked over to the Aspen that had caught my eye to investigate. I almost sprained my ankle. Some dog must’ve been digging and I was too busy examining the markings to notice before I felt off-balance standing in the dip. Suddenly my eyes locked on to something shiny beneath the surface of the dirt. I proceeded to pick up a rock to dig out whatever it was. This had just become an adventure.
By Bree Barker3 years ago in Families
The Little Black Notebook
The Little Black Notebook Kim Kelley stared down at the book in her hand and the letter that come along with it, for she never imagined this would happen. The sun was rising on that summer morning in early July of 1987. She arose, walked downstairs in her pajamas, and turned on the light in her kitchen. She made coffee, black, no cream or sugar, just how she liked it. She toasted a bagel for her breakfast and a banana. When breakfast was made, she poured her coffee in a large mug with the words “USA” printed on it. There she was on the crossroads wondering on this day about what direction to take in life. Kim thought to herself, “I am sitting at my kitchen table with my coffee and breakfast in Sydney Australia, in a beautiful apartment, surrounded by camaras, photo albums, film containers and books for her research. I have a boyfriend, a career that I love. Why am I feeling this way?” She temporarily shrugged off her feelings.
By Elizabeth Jackson3 years ago in Families
Gin and Juniper Make a Cake
“Time for bed, kiddo.” “Grandpa Lem, will you read me a story first?” “Of course, go pick one off the shelf.” Cassia loved picking books off grandpa’s shelf at sleepovers; especially now that she could reach all the way up to the second shelf without anyone’s help. All the best kid books were on the first and second shelves and the boring science books daddy liked to read were on the very top shelf. Those were so high above her head that she thought the clouds could touch them.
By Amos Glade3 years ago in Families
Save Some For Yourself
There is something quite eerie about Watson Boulevard at night. On the once Native American burial grounds now sits a row of white houses. They cast the shadow of everything lurking through the night, even the things whose presence you feel but never really see. Even on the windiest Kansas City nights, Watson Boulevard is still. Dana Creed had just arrived from New York to help her father pack and sell her deceased grandfather's house. Her grandfather passed away a month ago. Her father was so overwhelmed with grief after the funeral that he suffered a stroke and could not bring himself to sell his father's house.
By Shedelle Davis3 years ago in Families
My Uncle Dennis
I will never forget the day my Uncle Dennis died. He had been sick for weeks and just died of exhaustion. My family is small, so I had to take the responsibility to tend to his final affairs. The air was heavy with grief and after his burial, I knew I had to start tending to his unfinished affairs.
By Michellia Wilson 3 years ago in Families