literature

Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.

How Important is it to brush your teeth properly?
HERE IS MORAL STORY ON GIVING CENT PERCENT TRY IS IMPORTANT Pink and blue toothbrushes initiated the conversation one evening.
By Lahari Rao5 years ago in Families
A Letter to Myself for Someone Else
To the girl who is always smiling, determined to show the world positivity even when she forgets to save some for herself. To the girl who ignites the spark in eyes that were convinced they would never be seen, who finds genuine joy in discovering other people's happiness. To the one whose heart breaks when she overhears someone being rude to their cashier, who was once on the other side of that transaction and could transform the frowns that were brought to her into belly laughs that healed both of us, even if just for a second. This is for the girl who tries so hard to love the world, despite the amount of time it has denied her of the love that she deserves. To the one who will never surrender her soul because she is certain it was made to heal the pain created on this planet, even through the moments she cannot find the energy to heal herself. You my dear, are the strongest woman I know.
By TheLateBloom 5 years ago in Families
Once upon a time when the "Girl" married the Royals
Came in the whiner "What a land I come from oh poor me, I come to your castle to flee. The Tyranny of landowners is so hard, can you see?"
By Kavita Taluja5 years ago in Families
Grandma’s House “Hurry, before it gets too dark.” Her mother warned.
“If you get lost or scared, phone me – I’ll come and pick you up.” Mother told her, with a touch of fear in her voice. Reds little trips to her Grandma’s house always made her feel uneasy. Growing up, herself, she heard countless stories of the Menace in the woods that preyed on children… But they were just that. Stories.
By Pet_Elly5 years ago in Families
His Room With a View
This story previously appeared in my book, Scribbles, A Short Story Collection. Daddy chose the room with the smallest window in the house as his personal “spot”.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Families
Dancing on the Piano.
"Dancing on the Piano" Listening to our boss reading the end report wishing this work day would be over, looking outside as the sun goes down into night fall, all I can think about is going home, take a shower and sip on a glass of Merlot. Finally 6:00 pm has come and I can go home to relax and have a good weekend living the single life.
By Shelly Maxwell Maxwell6 years ago in Families
Goodbye for now
I was at the verge of a new life. I was still there, but I could feel myself gravitating elsewhere. The life I had was fading from my thoughts and all I could focus on was the life that was ahead of me. New place, new people, new experiences, new everything that was just out of reach. I could not help but look beyond what was right in front of me and I was engulfed by the possibilities. Like any moment, but especially then, I knew I would never be the same.
By TheLateBloom 6 years ago in Families
The visit
The visit I had seen it in movies. God bless it wasn’t raining. The window was open, it was always open because it had no handle. My pants were half way on my calves as I was in the middle of taking a crap, a large one because for breakfast I had a large burrito portion at Pedro’s, just around the corner. I heard the knocking on the front door despite the bathroom was locked and the aircon was pumping like a whore. The son of a bitch was banging so hard that the whole house was shacking. They don’t say your name, those pests. They just bang hard until you go and open the fucking door. They had come already for other reasons in the past but I knew this time they were not going to stop so I’d better prepare. I was even considering moving home but I had not yet talked to Mrs Ramirez. This was no Katy. This was east downtown, the bad part of it and before lesbians started populating it. If a landlord wanted you out, it took you five minutes to see your things thrown on the driveway but, if it was you who wanted to go, they came up with all sort of reasons to take your money. That morning I ended up going to the garage in my undershirt and that was fun for the boys who could admire my hairy armpits. They made a joke or two but I sent them straight to hell with their mothers before going back to the engine of the old Corvette I was working on in those days. It was a C4 from 1985. Under my hands that bird was going to sing again like a little robin but I needed no shitbag walking around and telling things about my underwear to do my magic. When I went back home that evening I made sure there was nobody around before I went to collect the notice that the banger had left in the porch. Without opening it, I ripped it off in four pieces and threw it straight into the black bin. As I had no keys with me I had to go back to the bathroom window to get inside. I walked around my own house feeling like a thief. Madison’s son watched in his own way, with the eyes pointing in another direction. As it goes in one’s life it was more difficult to get in than it was to get out of that bloody window. With my hands covered in grease and oil, I ended up making a mess everywhere. I went in with my head and banged on the toilet with the rest of my body.
By Davide Rubini6 years ago in Families
Rebecca's story
"Quick, quick, he's coming down the alleyway" Aida's voice yelled in panic. "Quick, Mam, or else we'll miss him, Mam... Mam...where are you...." her voice tailed off in a plaintive wail of desperation at her missing parent. "Walter," she shouted "run down to the end of the entry and stop him, bring him back here while I get our Mam " Tutting and muttering several expletives under her breath Aida set off back across the yard in search of her quarry. Walter, her younger brother, for once decided to follow his sisters orders, knowing that she was quite capable of boxing his ear should he fail to apprehend the stranger. Aida was very set upon this and Walter knew of old that once Aida had made her mind up about something there was very little that would get in the way of her. Catching up to the young man however didn't prove too difficult to a lad of his age and agility especially as the stranger had drawn such a crowd of interested onlookers out of the back to back court houses that his progress was quite limited in the narrow entry. Especially as he carried a large cumbersome box against his chest and was picking his way gingerly through the discarded rubbish and other unsavoury deluge that littered the alleyway, his face set in an expression of utter disgust. "Mister, Walter pulled at the tail of his smart suit to attract his attention, "Mister, our Mam wants you to take her picture..."
By Maria Lorraine Preston6 years ago in Families
To Each Their Own
His heavy footsteps stop at my door and wait. I, interrupted from my work, listen for the door handle to turn. There was a time I would have been so eager for his attention, he never would have made it to the door. He'd be in my arms before he walked into my house.
By Aurora S.6 years ago in Families
Livin the Dream
Wake up, We’re in London! The clouds in the blue sky looked far more interesting than when we were on the ground. I love flying, it has always been my favorite part of a trip . There was something freeing about being thousands feet above the ground where all your problems are. Some people enjoy long car rides whereas if I could, I would take a plane to clear my thoughts every night.
By Roni Jones6 years ago in Families
Little black book
Little Black Book A child is born to parents so happy and proud. They raise this child as best they could, giving him all the love and things that they can. They don’t have a lot but they do their best for Sam as he grows. Sam is generally content but with influence from friends and the big world around him, he is dissatisfied, he is looking for more. After high school he goes to the Army hoping to see the world and experience all the things he believed was missing from his life. Boot camp and infantry training done and he gets deployed.
By Guy Gibson 6 years ago in Families