literature

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

All The Gone Things
All The Gone Things The extraordinariness of losing, finding, and losing again The sudden jolt from his body surprised me. Rushing to make the subway, he had knocked into my body as we passed, him entering and I leaving. Hard. I stumbled, so did he. It was an accident but it struck me as horribly violent. I’d been daydreaming; it brought me back to reality with a harsh jolt. It struck me how quickly an unexpected touch can make its way into your bones.
By Anne Thompson6 years ago in Families
Seekers of Time
The days start and stop the same way. My first alarm snatches me away from the comfort of my dreams at seven forty-seven AM. Suddenly, eighteen minutes pass when my second alarm goes off and I roll myself out of bed and proceed with getting ready for work. My breakfast usually consists of the first protein bar I can get my hands on and tea as I rush out the door, trying to escape my curse of always being late.
By Talen Riley6 years ago in Families
Puzzled
Dust, loose hairs, cobwebs, angled pictures and paintings, and an oppressive stench of wet dog. I took my last deep breath of unstained air before closing the maple door behind me. Levi had told me to take my shoes off before entering, but I absolutely will not ruin my socks.
By Josh Negri6 years ago in Families
The Ticket
I turned, pressing my face up against the cold glass of the car window. I would do anything to stop the pounding in my temples. It seemed as if my ears had been ringing and my head pounding since my mother’s lips formed the words, “Your father passed away last night.” It’s as if the words flicked some type of switch in my head, turning on the ringing and pounding in order to drown out the words coming from her mouth. I shook my head trying to stop the sound so I could hear her, but I realized I didn’t need to hear her. I knew what she said. She said my life would never be the same.
By Lisa Ash 6 years ago in Families
True Inheritance
Never lose track of your dreams. That was the phrase written on the back of half a bank envelope. It’s one of the many scratch papers that I had inherited.
By Corrie McGee6 years ago in Families
Can't Never Could
It’s been decades now since I last saw my grandmother, but she still continues to marvel me every day. Every morning when I wake up, I’m always reminded by her ingenuity and strong sense of empathy. She was 76 when she passed. Up until her last days, she always maintained the ability to see long term, “the big picture” as she always said, better than anyone I had ever known. Because of her foresight, her intuition, I have been able to accomplish the things that I have. Without her, none of this would be possible. I wake up every morning knowing that all of this happened because ultimately, she believed in me. My grandmother was more than just my grandmother. She was my mentor, my best friend and my first real investor.
By Bunchie Bunches6 years ago in Families
Future Trees
March 21, 2020 Dear My Future Children, Should I ever afford you, I hope this is some proof that I have dreamt you, and somehow the world seems to shine of moonbeams and butterflies today. Sure, your future mom sounds lame, I can’t help it right now. Your future father asked me to marry him two days ago. Let’s be clear, I’m 35, and have lived my life like this may never happen. Glad I waited. Your father is the best, remember that. I hope to keep these letters coming, but I’m going to go enjoy the way the light warms me through the ruins here, and your dad is about to come back with some coffee. I love you now, will love you always, hopefully you turned out ok. - Me
By Chelsea Dee Miller6 years ago in Families
It's Time
Sometimes when I wake, I still see images of that summer fresh in my mind. I envision Mr. Brinkley, sitting in the shared garden behind our house, writing in his notebook. The late afternoon shadows falling down around him.
By Rachel Cannon6 years ago in Families
Walter
It was 10pm on a Saturday night. I was sitting on the 4 train heading back to my apartment in Brooklyn. Staring straight ahead and burning a hole through the ad on the wall in front of me. I had just walked out on a Tinder date that was a disaster before it started. Now I was on my way home, angry and confused. All my friends were having a good experience with dating apps. It was like the internet just handed them their soulmates. I couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for me. Trying to make sense of—why, was making me feel dizzy. I am an honest empathetic law abiding citizen. I vote and give money and food to the homeless. I am smart enough to have a job with health insurance, but I choose to work as a mentor in a mice infested elementary school that lacks basic resources. I put my heart and soul into my students and do my best to make the world a better place. I volunteer at the food bank in Harlem every Saturday. Why is the universe punishing me?
By LuAnne Jessop6 years ago in Families
Little Book of Surprises
“Get those boxes too. The ones by your bed.” I instructed my fourteen-year-old son Caleb. “Make sure they’re tapped all the way up.” I stood at the doorway as I watched him packing away the last of his things. “They’re tapped.” He double checked before standing up to look at me. “You ok ma?” I smiled softly. “I’ll be ok.”
By Tiffany Crews6 years ago in Families
Unfathomable Truths
Elodie Lily White is one of the three White siblings. There is her older sister Marsha and younger brother Peter. All three siblings are gifted in ways unfathomable to simple minded.
By Miya Gwynn6 years ago in Families
The Pirates Lost and Forgotten Gold
It was morning in the summer of 1870 and 10 year old Alice black curly hair was blowing fiercely in the wind as she ran in a field to catch William and Robert, twin boys, their blond golden hair glistening in the summer sun as they ran. Alice soon caught up to them and tagged them both before dropping to the ground gasping for air after running around in the hot sun for hours, Robert and William sat down next to her. After some time Alice, Robert, and William were looking up at the big fluffy clouds in the bright blue sky.
By Wendy Cole6 years ago in Families