literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
Thin Lips
I had always liked smoking. The slender cigarette burning slowly as you watch the glowing red tip working closer to your face as if it were eating its way to your mouth. The smoke however, was my favorite part, how you'd let the grey mist seep out from thin lips, looking like the fog that spills over onto an open field during a rainy day. To be honest I wouldn't actually say I enjoyed smoking entirely, the only aspect that drew me in was the silkiness of the smoke, how it lofted through the air in front of me then dissipated as if it had never even been there.
By Matt Knobloch6 years ago in Families
Abuse
It was happening again. I woke up to the sound of loud noises of breaking glass, and it was only 2:00 AM. I slowly sit up and look around my room, feeling mad and irritated. Why does he do this over, and over? I thought, shaking my head. I climb out of bed throwing on a hooded sweatshirt and I head downstairs. When I finally get to the kitchen I see my drunken dad throwing plates, stumbling over his own feet.
By Bella Hoeksema7 years ago in Families
Lilli-Rose
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful girl named Lilli-Rose. She lived in Germany with her family of seven brothers and her two parents. Karl, her father, decided one day to go and explore North America so he left their family farm in the hands of the family and his wife Dora. He went to go look for farms in Canada especially Quebec. He wanted to move to Canada with his family to start a new life. On his return to Germany he discussed with his wife and they decided to go move their family to Canada. Lilli-Rose was fourteen at the time she did not like the fact that she was moving away from her home town.
By Rosie Tarquinio7 years ago in Families
Daddy's Girl
Her father went to jail when she was very young. All of the stories ever told to her all say she was about three years old when he left, her sister one, and her brother still in their mother’s, if that’s what you call such a person, womb. She had always been a daddy’s girl, even with him being so far away. She had always loved him and thought he could do no wrong and that him being in jail was just the fault of the world and not his own. He always called and wrote letters and made sure he was still present in their lives, unlike their so called mother.
By Akilah Simpson7 years ago in Families
The Boy and His Father
The boy had many friends as he grew up, some he still talked to and some he did not. He had moved many times but now he was a man and he felt he had moved for the last time. He had met a girl and she was the one, he was sure. She had been with him when times were bad and even though they argued he still loved her more than life.
By Edna Hampton7 years ago in Families
Lincoln, I Love You
My life has always been a mess. At age five I almost drowned, at age six I was raped for a year, age eleven I was attacked by a grown man, and age seventeen I was robbed at gunpoint. Basically my entire life had been a constant barrage of shit thrown onto my plate, which made me hate myself. The only thing that ever made me feel like I wasn’t worthless, the only thing that made me proud, was my family. I had found the most amazing wife and we had the most beautiful and intelligent children; I was ecstatic. Until I got that phone call, which changed my entire life.
By Garrett Lukenbill7 years ago in Families