Stories tagged “daughter”

  • Ode to Morning

    Breath on the glass like a tiny fog. Fingers curling in my lap. I brush the condensation away And watch your progress across the field. Your spine is stiff with cold or pride — I don’t know which. My eyes are wide, Unblinking, Despite the m...

  • Light On, Lights Out

    Mrs. Light stuck her head in her daughter’s room, “Ezzie, are you…” “Oh! Mom, hey mom! Yes, mom, hi, mom. Yeah! Hey, you look great, great. Great? Great! Mom…” This kept going, and all Mrs. Light could do was r...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 0 out of 5
  • Forgiveness

    I had hoped for a better start to this year I wished for you to forget all the pain I left behind I never meant to leave you I never meant to give you no reasons of my absence on your birthdays, or your graduation day I had sent many cards I guess th...

  • You Don't Always Need Protection

    “I can do this!” “Honey, you’re talking about throwing your life away!” “No, Mom! I’m talking about saving one!” “You’ll be missing your Spanish immersion trip and your volunteer hours at the ...

  • Mother-Daughter Time

    Marisa had never really liked the cat, even though her daughter, Kara, had adored it. So many times, she had wanted to strangle the little beast because it had puked in her shoes, or foregone the litter box for her duvet, or any number of other offense...

  • Lenses

    “Everyone’s mind skips like a bad record sometimes.” Her mother used to say that whenever Alice stammered or misremembered a word. The last time she’d used the cliché was the day she’d been admitted to Cottonwood Oaks. &#...

    • Author: David_J_Rust
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Death Was One Step To Victory Of Rid The World Of Evil

    It wasn’t long, the clock ticked past 12. My hands was gripping the chairs handle, I could feel the sponge on my head soaking up my sweat. I swear I could see my wife standing in the audience, with my three year old daughter. No tears, no screams...

  • Μαντάμ Μέγαιρα (Madame Shrew)

    —Ξένια! Ξένια! Ξύπνα, κορίτσι μου – δέν έχουμε πολύ χρόνο! Η μέρα δεν είχε ακόμα αρχίσει και ήδη η μάμα έχει στείλει την Ελευθερία να μ

  • Madame Shrew (Translation)

    “Xenia! Xenia! Wake up, my girl – we don’t have much time!” The day hasn’t even started yet and mom has sent Eleftheria to to get me out of my bed. Even from where I was, I could hear grandma in the kitchen. Chaos first th...

    • Author: NightMaiden
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Black & White

    Alice put the spyglass down. The colored lenses had shown her miracles and horrors: slices of life and worlds past, present and future … things that could never be. There were still more, too. Her mother’s illness and her own decline still ...

  • When?

    A man sits on his front porch, looking at the stars, thinking: “When did I become ‘Dad’ instead of ‘Daddy’? Was there a particular moment when I stopped being someone fun to hang out with and instead became merely a means to an end: ‘Can yo...

  • At Least The Bastard Fried

    I had practiced for several hours before it was supposed to start. Staring at the photo of my daughter, I recited the small talk that would occur. Hello. How was your trip? Hope the place was easy to find. But I knew as soon as she walked through the d...

  • Finish Your Dew

    “Daddy, are you going to work today?” “Yes, Berry.” “But fall doesn’t start for another month!” “I know, but we’ve got lots of planning to do. It’s an El Nino year. There’s extra work.&#...

    • Author: Ben Jarrell
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Charles and Emma

    Emma promised herself she would never marry, but when she met Charles, she knew in her heart that promise would be broken. He was not a normal suitor. Not one that her parents might have arranged for her to meet. She was therefore convinced that his ap...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • The Last Race

    “I’ll only be a minute.” Said Joseph “You can warm up the van; I parked it close to the entrance.” Joseph sat in the damped track waiting for a moment of lightening to pass by. Joseph was gripping tightly to the ticket; which held his very la...

  • Daughter of God

    I never chose to be the girl I am now This is what I used to be according to my blog…… “Becky Sullivan 16 years old Bookworm Singer Daughter of God” It’s important to let you know that I never wanted this. I was a devoted ...

  • Pressure of Greed

    “Come on honey. Just please stand still for mommy,” the woman begged her daughter as she held a spray bottle filled with spray-on tan. “But I don’t like it when it gets in my face!!” The four-year old stamped her foot in p...

  • Time alone (Mature)

    Warm water cascades over my body soothing and relaxing. Stepping out of the shower I wrap a towel around me and towel dry my hair, squeezing the moisture out of it. In my room I pick up my silk dressing gown and without anything underneath, loosely tie...

  • Not A Kid (Mature)

    As I slide off his jeans he mutters in my ear “You’re not a little kid anymore are you,” his hands caressing my exposed breasts. His pants bulge in front of my eyes and hesitantly I remove them. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and ...

  • I'm Already There...

    I’m already there, though I’m far away. I miss you so much and can’t wait to get home. My baby Daughter, don’t cry, I’m right next to you. See the sunshine? That’s my love shining on your face. See the Stars? I’...

  • Life With a Toddler

    I get up to the sound of playing coming from the next room. I rub the sleep from my eyes. When I open her bedroom door, she jumps, as if getting caught doing something naughty. And sometimes she is. As I pick out her clothes for the day, she peeks at m...

    • Author: Horrorfan13
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Why?

    “Why?” She had asked, tiny sunlit face peering up past the hand holding hers. “Because doggies don’t know how to talk, bumpkin.” He had said it through a grin as wide as she was tall. “Why?” She had had no inte...

    • Author: Scott
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hateful are the Wicked (Mature)

    Riders thundered down the hill, following the road that curved past the inn where Renna, the innkeeper’s daughter worked. Under the gaze of the moon, she saw that they wore the livery of the crown and though the moonlight was bright, darkness see...

  • Little Thoughts

    The cold air bites at her fingers. It’s almost like Mrs. Richards’ little dog from down the lane, she thinks, because it hurts and nips at her hands and their exposed ends. She couldn’t search the snow well enough with her mittens on,...