Stories tagged “dad”

  • Grounded

    We could always tell when he was really asleep. His slippers would slide off his feet, and the remote would drop from his grip. He slept sprawled on his stomach. He was so tall, his feet always dangled off the edge of the bed. We would tip-toe right up...

  • I Wouldn't Be Here if not for That Damn Piano

    There were no roses involved. No chocolates, no secret notes, no blind dates. They didn’t meet at a romantic dinner, or a hippie love-fest, or a rock concert. They met at work, and the deciding factor was those crazy union rules. They worked at C...

  • Like Father, Not Like Son

    “Hey Dan! We have a problem!” Dan looked up from his computer screen, which was constantly flipping through the millions of headgear webcams. “Another one of the regulars? Just do the usual! Five times stronger pain, they black out, w...

  • The Things That He Said

    I don’t scream. I simply close my eyes and he’s gone again. Then the tears come freely. My chest is heaving and I’m sobbing loudly, but I know no one is there to hear. My nose is running and my eyes are red and my face is slick with t...

    • Author: JimF
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sapphire

    It was him alright. No mistaking it. Soft blue eyes in a soft white face. He was never stern with me, always caring and compassionate. He taught me to read, to ride a bike, to dance, to be a strong woman. Everything he told me was in his same downy voi...

    • Author: Ronnie
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
  • Climbing Stairs In Combat Boots

    I slowly, carefully climbed the stairs up to my parents’ appartment, trying not to trip over the long laces of my black combat boots. I could hear babies crying, people yelling, dogs barking, the usual melody of disfunction that greeted me each t...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Explain Yourself

    My mother stepped aside to let me pass through the doorway. I entered the living room and quietly took a seat on the couch beside my father. “Hi, Dad,” I practically whispered. He shook his head and turned away, not saying a word. My mother...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • What Do You Think Of Me?

    I ask my parents what they think of me and the conversation goes like this: “You are a beautiful girl,” my mom says. I’m not that pretty, nevertheless it is in the mom handbook to tell your daughter this whenever they ask you how an o...

  • Hell

    I wake up on the floor in a dark room, on the edge of hell. I hear the deep, rumbling voice of a man: “Adhevo.” Come. I look up and the source of the command is a glowing man, his skin radiating red light. He wears no clothing and his body ...

  • A Short Story in Lit

    I sat all through first hour staring straight at the teacher. I took notes when we had to, but I didn’t participate in the discussion. We had just read a short story and were disecting all the literary elements used in it. I should have been the ...

  • Don't Hold Back

    “Uh, hey Charlotte, " I noticed a huge bandage on her arm, “Uh, I got fired today.” She looked at me for a second only to begin slamming the door in my face. I was quicker though and stopped the door with my foot, “It’...

  • The Begining of the Decent

    I stared at our entwined fingers, working to keep my breathing normal. I hadn’t felt the comfort of holding someone’s hand in a while. It had never really held any meaning for me before now. Now I knew Nathaniel would always be there to kee...

  • Gives You Hell

    Dad’s taunting did not lessen one bit after Mom’s death. It actually only got worse. Plus he remarried a month after his wife died to his disgusting lover. I wasn’t invited to the wedding. I wouldn’t have gone anyway. And once &...

  • nagging

    Can you hear that nagging in the back of my mind telling me to do it again and again to take the metal blade and push it down it will hurt i will cry but it will make it stop that nagging feeling deep inside because he’s being an ass he...

  • When A Stranger Calls...Or in This Case...

    I went home mad. Kelly had no right to treat me or Kalyla this way. I flopped on my bed and groaned. Why was this happening to me? First I have to move to this backwater ridiculous part of South Carolina, and second my new girlfriend seems to have issu...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • I needed him there

    I didn’t know where I was, when I blinked my eyes open and looked over I saw my mom and dad talking to someone. She was holding a tissue in her hand and was crying like crazy. I realised it was a doctor and I was in the hospital. My dad looked ov...

    • Author: Turtles :)
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Father to be.

    Hey dad talk to me I’m the father to be Hey dad tell me did I do Everything you wanted me to? We havent talked in so long I know you think everything I do is wrong So tell me dad, what would have done if you were me? Cause if I’m not mistak...

    • Author: Ath
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Father to be: The meaning behind the words.

    My daughter was born 32 days before my 19th birthday and, as you can imagine, the 18th year of my life was filled with dread and confusion. I had no idea what to do and all I could think about was my crazy family and my crazy childhood. Everyone in my ...

    • Author: Ath
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Father to be: Six years later.

    The best part of this is that my daughter is amazing, not to say all kids aren’t amazing, but I mean I was so worried about her getting the “messed up genes” from my crazy family, but in actuality, she is brilliant and athletic. She h...

    • Author: Ath
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
  • Way of Life

    I can’t ever remember a time when he wasn’t sick – it was a fact of life. Daddy needs to sit down for a bit, Daddy’s going to bed early, Daddy can’t pick you up from school so go home with Jamie’s mom and someone wil...

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Last Day

    I stared at the tiny pixellated screen of my cell phone as I hung up, my mind racing. I had to get home, to see him one last time. It wasn’t right. I’d spoken to him just that morning, he’d asked how the first day of school was, if I ...

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Grim Reality

    “It’s not pretty,” Mom warned me, careful to stand between me and the family room. “He…” She paused, and I could see her training as a nurse kick in. “He fell when he went. He didn’t feel anything.”...

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Standard Procedure

    “He died alone.” Mom’s stoic nurse-look faltered behind her tears. “I found him when I came home from work this afternoon. It’s standard procedure, if something like this happens.” We sat for several minutes, and I s...

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Saying Goodbye

    He just looked asleep. I couldn’t get over that fact. He’d wake up any moment, now. “Do you want to hold his hand or anything?” Mom asked. I shook my head. “I want to remember the last time I hugged him on Sunday, not̷...

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted about 10 years ago.