literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Sweet Dreams
I never imagined having a 50th wedding anniversary, let alone share it with so many amazing individuals. The evening began with my precious granddaughter Magdalena recounting a memory to our party guests. As her captivating voice exploded through the microphone, I fought hard to hold back the tears. After surveying the room, I noticed not a dry eye in the house and sobbed aloud. Upon completing her heartfelt story, she presented the handwritten tale, to my wife and me. I will do my best not to dampen the pages as I recite her written story with you now.
By Bob Calvin3 years ago in Families
You Can Tell Me Later
The metronome-like beeping of the heart monitor held dominion over the room while Grandfather slept. Near the large window, Bill sat in a chair that most hospitals probably considered comfortable. It wasn’t, but it didn’t really matter. He stared out at the evening and watched the sun slide slowly, inexorably down beyond the silhouetted mountains in the distance. Turning, he looked at his Grandmother sitting beside the bed, gazing at the man with whom she had spent the better part of her life. She gently cradled his gnarled hand in both of hers. Her face shone with the tapestry of emotions a person experiences when the end of a loved one is near. Concern, devotion, sadness, fear… all of it mingled with the gentle tears upon her cheeks. She glanced toward Bill and their eyes met briefly before her gaze traveled to the scene outside and the sky awash with spectacular color.
By Randy Boyum3 years ago in Families
Bench Buddies
Mike and Maureen were siblings they were not just brother and sister they were each other's life line for when they needed to make those tough life decisions. They had been each others best bench buddy since childhood, they always sat on the side of the kitchen table with the bench and would always have each others back. Whenever they have or had a large decision to make they knew they could call the other and gain a different perspective for what they were trying to get done or just a confirmation of their own ideas on the subject. This was the premise Maureen presented to Mike when they decided to leave their current employers and form Bench Buddies Counseling services.
By Michael Grass3 years ago in Families
Signs
Present Day Another gust of wind whips through the trees, a kaleidoscope of autumn leaves scattering across the path ahead of me. The familiar crunch of the pine needles beneath my feet brings me comfort, along with the knowledge that I am almost there. I pull my lightweight cardigan, the rich color of rubies, tightly around me, fending off the brisk air. Soon I will burst through the trees and the sun will warm my goosebumps away.
By Tanya Berzinski3 years ago in Families
Alice's Tale
Ever since I was a little girl, I'd heard stories about my great-great grandmother named Alice. Some said she had been a well respected member of her church and a woman of strong faith. Others said she had been a witch who'd put a curse on our family's line. Almost everyone in my family seemed to attribute any bad luck through the generations to the legendary curse. They all seemed to be frightened of even just the mention of her name. Then there was me. I was fascinated by her although I didn't know what she'd looked like. I'd always wanted to know more about her and exactly how a person ended up with such two opposing memories.
By Shana Webweaver3 years ago in Families
Grandpa Gordon
"Please, stop crying, Mom." Percy said. "Yeah, I know... What? You're breaking up... I will, I will... Okay, bye." Percy hung up his phone and continued to pack up boxes. His mind was getting cluttered more than his grandfather's dusty, old, single-story house. With every mover passing by, the floor creaked a hundred times. Percy stepped out onto the porch and took a breath of fresh, dust free air. The afternoon sun shined down on the big moving truck; packed to the end with boxes full of his grandfather's old stuff.
By Carlos Tingle3 years ago in Families
Good Fortune
I saw the little black notebook while walking back from the bodega down the street. I should’ve asked for a bag; as it was, I was already juggling a half-gallon of milk, laundry detergent, and a bag of kitty litter. At least I’d been able to jam the lotto scratchers in my back pocket with my change. The notebook was sitting on top of some garbage cans, but I could tell the leather was oddly pristine. Even so, not having a free hand, I kept walking: around the corner, up the block, and into my apartment building.
By Nick Sifuentes3 years ago in Families
Under The Rock
Rusty Carlson, nicknamed for his earthy red hair, died in the heat of last summer. Died alone in the workshop where he toiled. My grandmother would say he tinkered, meaning he accomplished little. She thought he was just trying to avoid people when he hung out at the lease.
By Donna Burtch3 years ago in Families