literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Before You Go I Love You
The saline enters my veins, and its cooling effect assures me the plasma donation is finished. I'm still on five cycles to complete the process, but getting closer to only needing four. A phlebotomist looks over to me. “Are you doing okay?” I nod and give her a thumbs up. One of the on-staff physicians, Katie, is disconnecting me. “You need to drink more water, Sean," she says as a playful scold. "Your next available donation date is the sixteenth."
By Sean Houston6 years ago in Families
They That Enter See The Light
And just like that, the lights went out. This was the second time in a month Johnna groped in the dark feeling for the hanging bulb that eluded her every time. Why was it so hard to find it, the barn wasn't that big? She answered her own question. Her grandfather installed the lights himself in 1910 sometime after building a separate room for himself away from the rest of the family. He was peculiar like that and that was the very reason she was here. She recalled her aunts speaking of Pa John's "room", and her curiosity had gotten the best of her. Every since she was a child she wanted to go in Pa's room, but no one was allowed to. Now as a grown up, and the family house vacant, she had no one to tell her the barn was off limits.
By Johnetta Lofton6 years ago in Families
The Little Black Notebook
The Little Black Notebook. By Dguima. My Mom use to tell me I was destined for greatness! My father kept saying, “dream as high as you can my love, because if you don’t get to see your “higher” of “highest” dream come to life you will still have gotten all those other ones granted.” My grandma, a tarot reader, would also add, your spirit guides and ancestors have told me that, “You will have many blessings throughout your life”. I carried their words close to my heart and found comfort in them, as all three of them passed away when I was still a teenager.
By Diego Guimaraes6 years ago in Families
The little black notebook
Catherine was galloping on her horse on the beautiful Australian land, the gorgeous orange sunset was behind her, but what she could think of was that how much she hates the mud on her clothes, and that smell of the cows that she has to live with every single day. She was a hard-worker. She grew up learning the work morale from her father whom she dearly loved. But since he passed away, she didn’t think there’s a reason for her to stay. She’s always wanted to travel, and now she couldn’t think of anything else but to get away once and for all, and forget about everything that has been too much for her to take. She didn’t have cash to spend on that lifestyle, so she was considering to sell the farm and move.
By Krisztina Tyukody6 years ago in Families
The Book of Fates
These days, Arianna spends most of her mornings juggling the boys schooling, data entry for work then food prep and clean up after lunch. Today was no different and by the time she was finished with the mornings responsibilities she was ready for a reboot.
By Alice Knight-Hawk 6 years ago in Families
Arthur Drive
Wilma slammed shut the door of her little beige Ford Focus, mentally checked-out walking up to her apartment door, being careful not to slip on the slick pavement from recently frozen over sidewalk. Fingering the correct little gold key into the lock with oversized mittens still on, sighing out a big breath closing the door behind her.
By Holly Cook6 years ago in Families
