Stories tagged “mother”

  • Memories

    Dharma yelped as her skin was pulled fiercely by Seneca’s strong hand. She glared at Seneca, hurt, and backed away. Soon she was lost in the crowd, but Seneca caught a last glimpse of her- talking to Glom. Seneca’s feet pounded into action, hurling...

  • Retribution

    She ran faster and faster, though Glom’s voice had faded long ago. Finally, she slowed, panting, and found herself at the docks. The sky was a soaring, majestic blue, with nary a cloud in sight. She pulled the orange out of a fold in her ragged skirt...

  • 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....

  • Things Can Always Get Worse

    “Jesus…” Standing before her, tangled in the bushes and whimpering with the efforts of trying to get loose, was Lisha. The dog’s ears were dropped and she did not look happy. Her beige leash was caught on one of the bush’s...

  • And Captain Morris Said...

    Seneca He really is very foreign, isn’t he… mused Seneca as she listened to Sergei chatter on about his journey on the ship, the dolphins he had seen on the way, the friends he had made, and many other things. He doesn’t know when to ...

  • The Silence is Deafening

    I starred off into the distance, refusing to meet my mother’s gaze. She had some strange look in her eyes. She wasn’t upset, or mad, she was disappointed. Disappointed in me. I was very shy, while you could call my own mother a social butte...

  • Wedding of White

    “She says it was the happiest day of her life,” she thought to herself. Her glistening gown was bright enough to be made of clouds. The sheer veil draped over her, covering her bright eyes and pale face. She glanced at the fading cream-colored phot...

  • Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice

    I stopped at the top of the stairs uniform on, bags packed. The left wall was covered with pictures of a boy, young and innocent and how he grew to be who he is now. I marched down the stairs but paused at the bottom step to peek my head around the cor...

  • Giving Birth

    Melissa sat, pen in hand, spilling her ideas onto the paper. Her mind continued to fuel the wrist movement, and the words just kept flowing. In her mind, the majority of her characters were extensions of herself, be it her darker or more pleasant quali...

  • 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...

  • 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 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Jealousy leads to Hatred

    This school was too low for me. Everyone was below me in some way. And it seemed the only way they could express their jealousy was by making fun of me. I merely ignored all the kids making fun of me from the buses as they drove by me, who was walking ...

  • Keeping In Control

    I spent the rest of my lunch period in a deserted girl’s bathroom. The boy who sat with me, the only person to actually offer me friendship instead of just stares, sent shivers down my spine. His clear, blue eyes looked so calming and gentle̷...

  • Silence That is Not-So-Golden

    “See you tomorrow.” Nathaniel called as he got up. I watched him walk off the bus and up to his house. I sat there, staring out the window after him long after he was out of sight. My stop was next. It was slightly comforting knowing that I...

  • 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 over 8 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • JoAnn's Happily Grounded

    JoAnn ate her dinner voraciously. Her mother remarked that she was glad to see her appetite back. Her father reminded her that she was not to leave the house this evening, nor call anyone on the phone. She retired to her room. Under her bed she’d...

  • Affirmation of A Mother's Worst Fears

    “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” JoAnn tried to look innocent. “You’re habits are changing. You haven’t eaten breakfast the past few days, then you eat constantly when you get home after school. You seem to be gaining weight. ...

  • Strange Phone call

    Cal was doing a few reps on his mother’s home gym. He’d never really had any motivation to work out. The only girl he wanted didn’t care if he was buff or not. But he found that the repetition allowed him to think. JoAnn was going to ...

  • 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. &#...

  • Remembering

    I sat gracefuly on the seat next to him. I crossed my legs and flipped my hair over one should to turn and look at him. I almost giggled when I saw he was gawking at me. A small smile rushed briefly across my lips and vanished. I turned away from him, ...

  • Interrogation

    Cal drove to JoAnn’s farm wondering exactly who had asked for his presence. He hoped it was JoAnn, but knew it probably wasn’t. “Cal!, Please come in.” JoAnn’s mother opened the door wide, but didn’t smile. JoAnn was...

  • Discussion Over Cookies

    JoAnn, still grounded, now serving Cal some home-made chocolate chip cookies, was feeling better about getting most of the story out in the open. “Honey, I think we should tell your Father,” her mother said between bites. “Mom, heR...

  • All Out in The Open

    Hannah looked up at the handsome young man standing on her porch and in a heartbeat she guessed who he was. She stepped out and closed the door behind her. “JoAnn is not feeling well,” she lied. Just then Mr. Arnold, JoAnn’s father, p...

  • 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...