Stories tagged “Guilt”
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The Last Step
He walked her to her front door. It was the least he could do, mostly to ease his own discomfort. He noticed the dew sparkling on the grass, illuminated by the moon. The paint peeling off the side of her house wasn’t so ugly in the moonlight. He ...
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Confessional: Children's Cruelty
The next day came a boy, sixteen, confident. Father Rodge shivered at the expression as he came to the confessional. “I raped him,” the boy confessed, his confidence falling off of him like a borrowed coat. “I ripped his clothes off,...
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Victor, your emotions are tagged as follows -
So you claim that you’re smarter than me, actually, smarter than all of us. Rationally without fault, a blameless intellectual and talented composer, complete with typical smug smile. Stupid mistake for a genius to make. You should never piss off...
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The Way of the World
The door slammed loudly as Fynn Klein collapsed at the kitchen table. He’d had a rough time at life these past few days, but it didn’t matter; he was home. “A day early,” Leonie commented quietly, banging the pots overhead. R...
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Excuse me
The Judge looked very pissed off. “Ignorance is no excuse, Mr. Fletch.” “Ignorance is no excuse?” I repeated, thinking to myself. “Of course it’s a fucking excuse. What the hell are you people on? You think it’...
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Why
Why can’t you understand how much this means to me? I need this more then I admit yet I just try to make you happy Why can’t you see that I just want some time? I have all faith in the future yet now is not then Why can’t you believe ...
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Torment
originally published at 01:39AM on Sunday, November 25, 2007 The room is hot, the walls are wet, My forehead’s drenched with salty sweat, I struggle against rusted chains, my body’s coated in regret. With a loud creak from behind me, I scream i...
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How do I know if your eyes are closed?
“Mike, you know a lot about science and stuff. Can I ask you a question?” “Sure, what is it.” “I heard that if someone was invisible, they’d also be blind. That true?” “Well, yeah. If you are transparent,...
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Versed Interrogation
I swear and I tell you, I’ve nothing to hide. Then I guess it won’t matter if I stand close behind? I guess not… - – - – - – - – - – You falter, and s’piciously so… Suspiciously? Me? That̵...
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Flying Fortunes
Everything was hazy, nebulous, ill-defined… But one thing was certain. She was here. She was alive. Everything seemed so delightfully mundane – a trip to the market? A evening of reading? A quiet lunch? He couldn’t be sure… But ...
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Angry White Woman
I am angry, white woman. The guilt, it is killing me. A world hates me, white woman. The great white heritage, pain, shackling people to suffering, this bondage enrages me, breaking me far sooner than ever it broke former friends. Nice is condescendin...
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On the foot of a mountain
Whilst considering the divorce of my birth parents I happened upon a wounded animal. The beast was laying in ditch, and it may have been a horse. At that moment I realized the words of a reputable doctor; “Yer femurs broken boy, if yous bein̵...
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...Just Waiting to Happen
By happenstance, three men entered the local tavern in quick succession. Father McMannus, Rabbi Pewterman, and Shaquawn Johnson the local basketball coach noted one another with apprehensive cordiality. Each man sat at the bar, each as stiff and uncomf...
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One Option
I look at the lifeless figure sprawled out on the floor, then back at the gun in my hand. Suddenly, I realize the magnitude of my previous actions. My heart is beating so strongly that I feel it might pop out of my chest. Sweat has spread all over my b...
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Guilt
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still aint calling. I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom. I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not have got them. There probably was a problem in the post office or something. Sometimes I scrib...
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Growing pains.
It’s a painful feeling. It’s like when I would tell my mom my ribs felt like they were breaking under my skin, to which she would reassure, “growing pains”. Granted, I don’t think I’m growing anymore, but just the sa...
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Accountability: Hate
“Don’t touch me.” she says, scarcely audible. Rachel tries to hold back her sadness— seeping in uncontrollable drops onto the white napkin neatly tucked in a triangle by her empty plate. James withdraws his hands and braces hims...
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Belie
This is pain as well, but it’s sharp, vivid; a momentary relief. Everything else fades to a buzz in the back of my head as I deal with the coppery tang, the wet slickness. I know, like I know this isn’t helping, (that nothing helps,) that t...
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Parole
That cold, slow burning disease that never ceases to constrict my heart. guilt. I have it. There is not one hour, one minute, one second where I can forget that I am a murderer by default. The last time I was okay with life was in my parole officerR...
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Trash-out
The little girl watched me with a sad mixture of fear, shock, and anger. An officer kept her from running over as we placed her life on the right-of-way next to the road. It wasn’t my fault that her father and his girlfriend shot up heroin while ...
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Buyer's Remorse
“That is what you wanted, isn’t it.” The speaker cut an imposing figure, tall and bulky wrapped in a rain coat that shed bits of grey ash whenever he took a step. His voice was a rasp that made me think of snakes coils rubbing togethe...
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Necessity Dictates Tyranny
“What would have happened if I hadn’t done it?” I felt numb. “Look kid, don’t ask questions you don’t really want to know. Right now, the whole world is looking for people like you and most of us are worried. Counter...
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So Why?
I’m not mute and I never got the boot or the belt, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t felt pain every now and again I don’t have any screws loose upstairs or any bats in my belfry, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t wonder...
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Fertile Ground for a Revolution
The seeds of discontent were scattered amongst partial manuscripts, crumpled into thick balls, files from the recycle bin, waiting to be trashed, scribbled notes around the house, destined to be tossed out. Letters and words trembled as they leaped up ...
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Outside the Club
The rest of the day was a hedonistic blur that put my college benders to shame. Whole lifetimes’ worth of sin transpired in that confined space and time. To jeers and echoing laughter, derision for the weak-kneed neophyte, I staggered towards the...