Stories tagged “bond”

  • My Best Friend Moved to Japan

    My best friend moved to Japan we had a million inside jokes, and Kodak doesn’t have enough film to capture the memories we’ve shared. Late nights on Emerson Street, “Hillbilly Hills” “Sleep-over” “Chadwick̶...

  • Desk #5 Benjamin Kola

    Ben loved writing. Every spare moment he had, he spent writing. Mostly about how he wished life would be— adventurous, spontaneous, and enjoyable. Not that he hated his life, it was just that he wished better things would happen to him. “Ti...

  • We Cheer For Each Other

    My big sister is the soccer star in our family. The only reason I played was because my sister had begged and my parents thought that it was a wonderful idea. After all it made it easier for them: only having to drive back and forth from one place, hav...

  • Beams - 1

    I swing myself through the beams of the house, my head bumping occasionally into a piece of wood. I don’t notice; the adrenaline and fear rushing through my body are overpowering; they wash away other pains that linger, waiting to be noticed late...

  • Sister - 2

    “Daddy?” Her voice is rough, strained with emotion and vulnerability. “Daddy, stop!” My sister rushes between us, trying to hold our father at bay. It is like he does not see her, but does not intend to hurt her; he merely tries...

  • Mothers - 3

    A door to a small balcony going off our house catches my eye. I scramble to it and launch myself out of the door, praying my father doesn’t follow. I look around, bewildered; I don’t remember this part of the apartment before. But it’...

  • Mothers - 4

    I discard the absent thought, and focus on the words spilling out my mouth. They are avalanches, they are boulders; rolling, tumbling, cascading down mountains. “Daddy- he’s- he’s trying to kill me! I need you! Help me!” She see...

  • Decisions - 5

    … My father comes crashing through; his arms flinging, the knife in his hand gleaming. Time slows; volume diminishes. I back up, and find my back at a wall. I watch in despair and grief as my father, a man I have loved, trusted, been supported by...

  • Daddy's Home

    At night i dream of peaceful times crying in my dream knowing all I have seen to take back tragedy relive it all would be tragic losing new memories Nothing seems quite certain in these dreams as I sleep like a movie never ending I wait to sleep again ...