literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Churchill Garden: A Short Story
My mother was just like me, a beautiful girl who loved nothing more than to play out in her garden. She planted roses just for me, they were her favourite and when she realized I was to be born, she littered the large flower beds with roses of all colours. Red, yellow, white, just everywhere. I spent my childhood watching buds burst into bloom, and letting the overgrown ivy hang down from our canopy to tickle my nose. Mother would sometimes cut the biggest brightest roses from their stems and arrange them around my crib. I was her little rose, so it is only fit that I would be surrounded with creatures like me. She told me everyday that I was her beautiful little rose.
By Paige Osaroth6 years ago in Families
Gnome Comforts - A funny short story for lockdown life
About this Story When I was in primary school, my class used to receive homework that involved practising the words for our weekly spelling test by putting them into sentences. However, this was quite a dry task and my dad was getting sick of helping me do this. So, we decided to start making these sentences into stories that made sense as a whole, much to the delight of my teachers. But this was only impressive for so long and so the stories had to get more and more ambitious. This culminated in the story written below — which, as you may notice, contains a lot of spelling test words with silent ‘H’s and ‘G’s. However, I have improved as a writer since then, being as I am, a 22 year old English graduate as opposed to a 10 year old child. Thus, I have made a few tweaks here and there to make this an even better story.
By Marco Cardoni6 years ago in Families
The Bayou and the Clutter, pt. III/IV
Chapter 3: Grow up. Ten thousand police officers swarmed over the house, at least that is what it seemed like. Iliana knew what had happened before she even got out of the car. Her father was the proud owner of many guns, and with how unpredictable his temper was, the details of what happened were unclear, but Iliana could see in her mind his body, as if looking at a scarecrow in dense fog. She approached one of the officers, and the air was buzzing with the beating of twenty thousand little wings.
By Charlie Sourire6 years ago in Families
The Bayou and the Clutter, Part II
Chapter II: Home, as it was. She didn’t immediately recognize where she was when she woke up. The place seemed unfamiliar, strange. With sleep still in her eyes, Iliana sat up in her childhood room with the bright yellow walls and the keyboard by the door. She loved that keyboard. It had 88 keys and hundreds of instruments programmed into it, but Iliana usually kept it on the grand piano setting. Playing music had gotten her though the roughest of times. This morning, she had an almost unbearable urge to play.
By Charlie Sourire6 years ago in Families
Satori in the Slipstream
Hurry Up and Wait: As the plane lifts off the tarmac, you regret that you won't have a chance to see that conical shaped volcano one last time: so iconic to Japan. “Maybe it's best this way,” you think, but it doesn't still the eruptions in your heart. The plane flies west towards Incheon Airport and the last you see of the archipelago is a black sliver of seismic-shaped coastline jutting out into the rough gray Sea of Japan.
By Steve B Howard6 years ago in Families
Baby dinosaur to big brother dinosaur
This story is about a baby dinosaur becoming a big brother dinosaur and how he gets through the big change. Albertasaurus is a regular long neck dinosaur. He lives in with his mummy, daddy and other dinosaurs. His best friend is Gwentasurase she is also a long neck Dinosaur. The two of them go on great adventures and get into mischief on a daily basis.
By victoria hall6 years ago in Families
Table Number 4
Table Number By N igel Royle By Phai stares. Not even a flicker of an eye lid. Not much of anything in Phai’s dark slender eyes. Not even the incandescent yellow of a setting sun can reverse her pimple skin. Not even the dull annoying laughter of the ten pound tippers can remove her from the rice field.
By Nigel Royle6 years ago in Families
Our Secret to Keep
I am being awakened by a knock on my bedroom door that I decide to ignore. I close my eyes again falling asleep only to be woken up again by louder knocking on my door. “Auden, Auden,” my little sister called out. I lie down on my back praying to god to make her stop and go to her room. The knocking gets louder and more aggressive. I’m pretty sure her knuckles are hurting by now. I wonder when she is going to notice that the door is open.
By Nashali Torres6 years ago in Families
Wilma's Last Dance
WILMA’S LAST DANCE A most unusual day, the sun was shining and the air was warm. The South Dakota prairie would normally be much colder in November. The outside thermometer registered a balmy 50 degrees. It felt good to the five Miller children to be able to remove their old black woolen stockings and shed their heavy clothes and long john underwear. Light cotton was the watchword of the day. Each had his chores around the farm but there was a lightheartedness in the air. The dreary long winter months had a short reprieve and everyone took advantage of it.
By Charlene Pratt6 years ago in Families
Dad Knows Best
It was December 21st, and the Smith family had just arrived at their chalet. Mr. Smith had booked a wonderful ski vacation for a week, up in Canada, for his wife and three kids. They planed to spend Christmas in the chalet, while skiing, skating, and doing other winter activities. Mrs. Smith had not skied in over 10 years. However, she used to ski competitively when she was growing up. Mr. and Mrs. Smith thought it would be a great opportunity to teach their kids something new, as well as a fun family activity. The three kids; Ethan (16), Katie (14), and Isaac (13), were very active kids. They all enjoyed playing basketball, baseball, and soccer as recreation sports at home. They were all excited to try skiing for the first time, given they rarely saw snow where they lived.
By Harley Bootsma6 years ago in Families
Sometimes They Don't Come Home
The alarm clock rang, interrupting the sleep that had finally taken over only an hour before. Evelyn groaned and batted it with her hand. He hadn’t come home again last night, at least not before she fell asleep at 4:00 AM. He’d probably claim that his pool match had run late, and she’d pretend to believe him even though they both knew that the pool hall closed at midnight on Wednesdays. If she questioned him, he’d be angry and there was no telling how that would go.
By Maria Chapman6 years ago in Families
