Stories tagged “fathers”
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Maybe a Metaphor
There’s a stain on the bed From a nosebleed I received From a boy with a toy gun Who just happened to be The son of my father. Why is it that fathers Buy their sons toy guns And their daughters affection… In big yellow boxes Like the color of the...
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Fathers Day Part I
Coming to a stop next to the hydrangea bush, I saw him sitting casually on a bench next to the geraniums; an arm sprawled awkwardly out to his right, his legs crossed at the ankle. There were holes in his suit pants, his white shirt stained with shades...
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Fathers Day Part II
He tried to give me a welcoming grin, but all I saw were the rotting teeth and the black holes where teeth should have been. “You’re an adult.” He said, still grinning like a jack o lantern. “I’m nineteen,” I said, “somewhere in the middl...
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Fathers Day Part III
“I need to know how you feel about the world today. What do you think about Green Day’s American Idiot album? The war in Iraq, our president, the economy, and global warming. I need to know if you loved my mother. Like really loved my mother. And h...
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Fathers Day Part IV
“You know I haven’t heard the new Green Day album. I also don’t know much about the world today. But I’ve seen this country as a result of a war, and I can tell you that the good that comes is hardly ever worth the bad. And about your mother, I...
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Father's Day Part V
There was nothing else for us to say after that. I had heard everything I had needed to hear my entire life. I left my violets at the bench and walked back to my car. I went back to my dorm and went on with my life. I went places. I saw people. But I n...
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The Writing On The Wall prt. I
Anthony and Claire, So Sexy 92’. Reads the writing on the bathroom wall. Cut to me at age 10, standing up in front my teachers and my mom and my peers proudly proclaiming a drug free life. This place really sucks. I wonder how many people have fucked...
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The Writing On The Wall prt II
Cut to me at 19 driving my Dad home from rehab, again, kissing him on the cheek before he went into the apartment. Zoom in on me saying, “I Love you Daddy.” As I drive away, back to college and dorm room and parties and a boy I might just be in lov...
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The Writing On The Wall prt III
Cut to me at 23, watching Mickey pack up his stuff and leave me. Listen to him tell me I’m drinking too much. I’m not drinking too much. I’m not drinking enough. I haven’t slept in 3 three days. I just need to relax. And I have a job. Addicts d...
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Daddy's Little Girl (incest challenge)
“I’ll be home late tonight, so take out something now so it has time to defrost for dinner. You’ll have to cook,” my mom explains over the phone. She is a school teacher and tonight, apparently, she has some student to tutor. Sh...
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Homecoming
The 737 was painted in a red-and-white color scheme. The air rippled in the wakes of its engines as it taxied down the tarmac just off the Las Vegas strip. It was a blazing hot night; the casinos were giving out fans with imprinted logos and that laste...
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I Think I've Reached That Age...
It’s three PM. Work’s been running long and I finally get a chance to take a break. I decide to drop into Gino’s and grab a couple of slices for a late lunch. I’m in a booth, waiting for my slices, and I’m twisting my wedding ring on and off ...