literature

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

Poor Samantha
Once upon a time, There was a young girl about age 15 living in a poor community. She would live in a really old 2 bedroom home where everything would fall apart year by year. The young girls name was samantha and her parents had low paying jobs they barely made end's meet for rent,bills and some food. Poor Samantha had only 3 pairs of clothing and would wear mostly the same thing to school. Poor Samantha had just one friend but she would talk to her in secret and out of school because Poor Samantha was a laughing stalk at school for how poor she was. Poor Samantha would live in a manifestation of roaches at her home that everytime during night time she would shut the lights all off and the roaches would come out and crawl everywhere even on her but she had no choice of leaving.
By Julian Arroyo 6 years ago in Families
Story Time With Winter Madison
Hello readers! Join me on Story Time With Winter Madison as we read stories together. Story Time is a time to relax, snuggle with your favorite stuffed buddy or blanket, and listen to stories read by Winter Madison. In this episode of storytime, we followed a little monster as he is having quite a bad day and is very grumpy. The little monster learns that no matter what, his mommy monster loves him anyway, even after he was a very grumpy little monster!
By Winter Madison6 years ago in Families
The Willow Tree
It was a solemnly rainy night, yet the city lights glimmered with enigma as they reflected on her window. Jeanette embraced her shoulders to give herself warmth from the draft sneaking through. The rain appeased her, comforted her in a way only it knew how to do. As the droplets fell against her window, reflections of city lights gleamed through each one, like tiny peaks of hope. She closed her eyes and exhaled the daily fatigue. Her own reflection stared back at her. Panpsychism, they call it. Her reflection did indeed have a consciousness, and within that consciousness her split soul witnessed her solitude and every tear. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. Reflections have a way of spying; they seem to creep up when you’re being illuminated—the illumination of vulnerability and truth. She knew her life was fleeing from her. The days had turned to months and the months to years. She was trying to hold onto her dream of becoming a real artist for a while, a long while in fact. Her dreams felt unattainable at times, yet, she tried to remain hopeful. She imagined herself as a renown actress, it was her only real dream. She wondered if it would ever come true. Her life was speeding along and she was in the backseat powerless and buckled, everyone and everything outside the window flashed by and there was nothing she could do.
By Melissa Rubio6 years ago in Families
Order of the Contebile
No one knows the true origin story of the Moleskine or the extent of the hardcover black book’s influence on the history of the twentieth century avant-garde. A young Ernest Hemingway famously preferred the petite book, noting there was “no friend as loyal.” At 4-years old, Picasso uttered his first word “piz, piz”, short for pencil. He was handed a pencil and a Moleskine and in his lifetime, he created 50,000 pieces of art. Inspired on a stroll one starry night, Vincent Van Gogh reached for his Moleskine to sketch his magnum opus. Though the ancient practice survived the Glorious Revolution, the Spanish Flu and the first World War, it was lost in the mid-1900s when the last Moleskine manufacturer went out of business. As the world ushered in the second World War, economic crises and standardized educational systems, the interest in preserving the companion and tool of the nomadic litterateur subsided.
By Oliver M.6 years ago in Families
Roxanne the Pirate Princess
There have been many fearsome pirates that have terrorised the seven seas. Scoundrels so devilish, so cruel, and so fierce. Blackbeard would steal and shoot and fight, whilst Captain Kidd hid treasures cleverly out of sight. Calico Jack was a rascal, Captain Morgan had great success, but no one was braver than Roxanne, the Pirate Princess.
By Josh Tyler6 years ago in Families
The Fields of Lisbon
Originally published in Cochran’s Corner, 2003, and then in The Storyteller, 2004. A quiet whisper swept through the fields of Lisbon and the flowers leaned in to listen. It wouldn’t be long before Isabella, the girl in the cottage with the red-tiled roof, came out to play.
By Joanna Celeste6 years ago in Families
Eyes wide open
“When was he admitted?” “Says here … 2:17 this morning.” “He seemed his usual perfectly fine, genius self when he insisted on taking lead on the Thompson surgery yesterday.” Terse. Clipped.
By Murielle Cassidy6 years ago in Families
In her Wake
The breeze was surprisingly cool for the first day of Jasmine’s last summer break from college. That’s what made it so sweet to her. The pine scent along with occasional gardenia bushes was one of the few things she liked about Georgia. Jasmine pulled into the driveway wishing home was somewhere else. No need to bring anything from the car, her room was occupied. Her aunt told her it had been three years. They thought she wasn’t coming back.
By Moni TEO6 years ago in Families
Wanderlust
My family is very good at one thing, sweeping problems under the rug. We are raised to keep face and carry on like nothing’s wrong. It never bothered me until today. Today, my favorite aunt died suddenly of cancer. I was not even aware she was sick. She was hiding the illness from me. I am not sure if she was hiding it as a way to avoid talking about it or she was worried how I would take it.
By Ariana Micheal6 years ago in Families
A Little Surprise
I was sitting by the window on the little ledge he built for me, looking at the rain pour matching the tears pouring from my eyes.
By Renee Elkhoury6 years ago in Families
The Little Black Book
Before he died, he kept telling me to find it. “Don’t let your grandmother find it,” he whispered “What is it? What’s in it? Tell me why it’s so important.”
By Stephanie Denis6 years ago in Families
A library's secret, a grandmother's legacy
August 1st, 1939 Jagiellonian University, Krakow, Poland Katrzyna felt her heart start to beat faster as she quietly winded through the University library’s corridors. Their train was leaving at 6 am tomorrow, what if they weren’t let on? What if one of the border agents was a spy, and stopped them for questioning? Her mind reeling with questions, and with a stack of books hiding the metal box in her arms, she tried to focus on the task at hand. It might not work, she thought. They could destroy the whole library, just as they destroyed the lives of so many. Someone could catch her with the box in that moment, and wonder if she was doing anything else besides cataloging a few first editions. She had to try, though. If she could save only one thing, she had to try and save at least this.
By Maria Pogroszewska6 years ago in Families