literature
Families and literature go hand in hand; fictional families to entertain, reflect and inspire.
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 Tarquinio8 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 Simpson8 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 Hampton8 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 Lukenbill8 years ago in Families
Homecoming
When I was a kid and storms woke the family, Mom would come into my room with a lit candelabrum to watch the sky with me. It was only fitting that lightening would dance for her funeral. The heat storm scared away most of the family and friends, but me and a few others stood around the hole in the ground. My mother wasn’t Catholic, but was close friends with Father Welch, so he spoke today in full regalia. My grandmother, a proud Protestant, would have rolled in her grave, if she had one. Father Welch finished his prayer and the crowd dispersed. He came over to me and clapped his fat hand on my shoulder. His grim demeanor looked wrong on a face cut with laugh lines.
By Ashleigh Walker8 years ago in Families
