Stories tagged “father”

  • 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...

    • Author: Ana Cristina
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 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 Suppose It's Time

    I suppose you want to know about your father. I suspect you’ve always wanted to know and simply didn’t ask for my sake. Thank you for that. Now it’s time to pay you back. Did I ever tell you about Patrick Faust? Properly? I used to te...

  • Nightly Constitutional

    She hadn’t the courage to call out. She had a feeling she’d be disturbing something if she would. Even so, Elinor lowered her voice to barely-recognizable rasp and called out for her lost companion. “Lisha! Li – sha! Here, girl....

  • Jesus is coming, look busy....

    “He’s coming,” said the voice. “Who?” I asked. “Jesus is coming,” said the voice. I chuckled. I should look busy, then? I laughed. That bumper sticker is awesome. “He can’t come back until your father lets him,” said the voice. “Y...

  • Head in the Clouds

    For weeks, the soldier’s story buzzed around in Zarek’s head, the way a catchy song does after hearing it for the first time. He was eager to talk about it to someone, but there was no one to talk to. Everyone in Gammot would call him crazy...

  • 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...

  • Confessional

    The spoon in the cup rattled like the jangling chains of a tortured apparition as Father Rodge attempted to stir. He had already had three cups of tea this evening, but his nerves needed suppressing. All he had done all night was take confessions. But ...

  • The Love Of The Crime Series - Never Look Back

    A month into the season and the fields has turned up one turnip. I couldn’t imagine what this season would bring fourth, if I was to survive off of one payment of one growth I should retire before I even started. I was greatly missing the city li...

  • 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 almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To my dearest Daddy...

    Dear Daddy, For the past 30 years you have been one of the most important people in my life. I have always looked up to you as a role model and you have made a lot of positive influences in my life. You were there when I took my first steps. You saved ...

    • Author: Miuchio
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • A Shadow Can't be Un-cast

    He had gone in tough, knowing he wasn’t. That’s what it took, father had said, not skill as much as size. And not size as much as toughness. Father hadn’t been happy. He had never wanted his son to go like he did. But Danny thought he...

  • Sunday Worst

    “Benton!” cried the nanny, rushing at once to his side. The man had fallen facedown like a corpse across his breakfast, one hand in his lap and the other stretched across the table, contorted painfully as if clutching the throat of an invis...

    • Author: uselessness
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Survivor's Guilt

    Anna closed her eyes and again imagined her step father standing above her 24 years ago, thin lips and thinner hair, asking her about her day. Anna’s 1868th day on earth had been unremarkable to that point, and might have remained so had her moth...

    • Author: dt
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • I Suppose It's Time: Part 2

    Patrick Faust wasn’t the kind of musician to have harems of fans backstage doing lines of coke off the tables, so when your Aunt Linda’s uncle got me backstage, I found myself alone with just a gaggle of reporters. But Patrick seemed to pic...

  • I Suppose It's Time: Part 3

    When he emerged from the clothing rack, he held one of the most beautiful jackets I’d ever seen. I had been trying to replicate it for a year or two by then but was confused by the seemingly contradictory reference pictures I had been using. I...

  • Table Talk

    John stormed upstairs after JoAnn, slamming her door open. “Get your sorry ass back downstairs this INSTANT!” he yelled. JoAnn had flopped on her bed, and simply let the rebound bounce her back to her feet before she stormed back downstairs...

  • Trouble

    I typed “Charlotte” in the search box and tons of names popped up. There was no way I was looking through thirty pages of Charlotte’s. So instead I added my school’s name to my search. There were only two pages of Charlotte̵...

  • Fantasyland IX

    Supreme Leader Steve entered his office locking the door before moving towards a large skeleton, its arm extended, a finger pointing as if to caution him. He unbuttoned the heavy robe and hung it from the finger along with a short sword before dragging...

  • Nowhere In Site

    The moment of shear and utter silence that followed, although only lasting for two seconds at most, was pure hell. I could think of nothing more to say to them. Finally, my mother opened her mouth. “That’s not the way God wants it to be,...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • 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...

  • All Around Me

    Yet I ignored her and paid more attention to the walls, “You’re an artist?” I asked as I looked at a sketch of a bee, so perfect it could’ve flown off the page and stung me. “Yeah, I’m kind of an art major, but I tak...

  • The Closet, Part 1

    “What was that? Oh my God, I’m not cut out for this. I think my heart is going to explode.” Jenna’s mind was racing. She looked over at Rob who was guarding the door. He moved his hands up and down rapidly… come on – faster! Focus. She look...

    • Author: luckymere
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Closet, Part 2

    Father pounded down the hall after them. Jenna almost cried out in fear, but she opened the refrigerator and shoved her head in to cool her brow and hide her face. Rob was saying something about her getting more computer time, but Jenna couldn’t ...

    • Author: luckymere
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Closet, Part 3

    In the room she shared with little Emma and the creepy twins she immediately went to the closet for privacy. It was their secret place, anyone who needed privacy could use the closet. They each had a hidden shoe box under the floor boards. It was how t...

    • Author: luckymere
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5