Stories tagged “mother”

  • The Truth Of Love

    “Can you truly say we will be still together in ten years?” “No.” “Then you have your answer why we can not be together.” So there I was sitting in the park with a bottle of wine, and a red rose. Wondering where I wo...

  • 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...

  • On a Winters Night Part 2

    Julia waited at home for her mother to come home, inside the dark dreary home. The boards creaked, the pipes rattled. Julia had no desire to sit in her room any longer and wait for her mother. Julia had only trusted one person of her secrets and felt s...

  • Unholy Love

    Our love is as foul as the water that flows beneath our feet. Our love is no more then a problem in our town. “How could a white girl marry a black slave.” my mother expressed. My father is out in the fields, in the dire times of war, not knowing h...

  • To the Moon

    It was sunny that day, with a clear sky and gentle breeze. It felt wrong to Janie. On a day like this, the weather should match her mood. The birds singing felt out of place, as did the children laughing on the street. The road was dusty. Every step sh...

    • Author: someday_93
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Todd: The Genius

    Looking up from his microscope every minute or so to jot a note on the yellow pad, Fred worked with intense focus. His lab coat had some grunge stains on it from outside. He’d dropped his keys and, as chaos dictates, they found a way to land under hi...

    • Author: Browncoatben
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Time Heals All Wounds (II)

    “Mom, I really—” She gets up from off the couch and gets closer to me, her hands holding the hideous shirt. “Try it on, come on!” She begs. I grab the shirt, but she stares at me. Does she want me to try it on here? In fro...

    • Author: Mr.Gabriel
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Mother Earth

    Everything seems bright tonight, on this cold winter night. The small lights of the city hang like frozen fireflies in the mist, their stillness reflected in the absence of life across the waste ground. I glance up at my son, smiling down at me, his si...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Time Heals All Wounds (III) (Mature)

    “Tell me you’re becoming a fat hoe,” My father says to me, his eyes not moving from my stomach. “No, actually, I’m not. People get fat when they’re pregnant,” I say. I’m done with lying to them, they need...

    • Author: Mr.Gabriel
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Dreams and Cypress Trees

    The song cut through the humid air despite the tinge of static, “…doctor, doctor, gimme the news, I gotta bad case of lovin you…” “Orville, turn that down!” With one hand hold the cigarette out the window, one hand h...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • My Name is Not Synonymous With the Goddamned Situation in Africa

    I am the first child my mother cradled in her arms and loved unconditionally; the first to accept the warmth of her bosom, and depended on it for sustenance; the only creature that would endlessly need her. I wouldn’t be the last child, but I was...

  • I Am

    I am no beggar; I take no handouts. I am no saint; I sin. I am not steel; I bend, and break When tried, and tried again. I am no dog, I do not take A beating and still love. I am no quitter! This is my vow That I will rise above. I am no mom. You’...

  • Balloons in Space

    The trio of balloons soared up against the matte blue sky, embracing their freedom with unabashed enthusiasm. Shimmering in the sunlight, they flew higher, their handles dragged behind like little red mice tails. Below, two children stared up in awe at...

  • Idealism

    “I hope an astronaut sees it” he interjected idealistically, seemingly unaware of her response. He had not looked away, his eyes locked to the horizon in expressionless admiration for the contraption. Tracing its loops and twirls, the boy followed ...

  • Revelations

    He seemed to mull the words inside his brain, chewing on them slowly. Suddenly his eyes lit up, his tiny hands bunching themselves in excitement, his back arching “I know where she is now!” “Yes, Heaven” she replied stoically, the stock respons...

  • Mother of Corruption

    A great crack appeared in the ceiling as it buckled under enormous weight. My partner disappeared under the falling debris that heralded the horror that landed in a heap of sweltering flesh. The creature had once been a woman but now she was a monster....

  • Goodbyes (II)

    I vaguely remember where Ethan lived, but I remember it was in an expensive building. I go to the most expensive place in town and memories flood back. Him driving me to his house. Clicking the elevator number… I snap back into reality and surpri...

  • Whole

    In my heart Harsh reality erases. We beat as half a part— Whole again in warm embraces. Eyes close into dark Together pressing faces. Mirrors couldn’t start Reflecting what this feeling traces.

  • Ignorance Has a Name

    “Momma, why are those boys laughing at you?”Beth asked scowling at the two scraggy boys sitting on the sidewalk of the loud, dusty playground; the teachers had assembled the entire third grade, waiting for the last day of school to end. ...

  • Angels Don't Cry

    My mother once told me, “Angels don’t cry.” I was never quite sure what she meant, though it probably had something to do with not blubbering and causing a scene at dad’s funeral. She was proper like that, most of the time. I al...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • High School Reunion

    “Hi,” I muttered. I knew he could hear me. “Hi,” he replied. The silence was as oppressive as the heat. “So it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” “Ten years. Prom.” “Yeah.” As if I...

  • Want

    I have an image of what my real parents are like. My mom, she’s thin and short, with my dark brown hair, but instead of my brown eyes, she has a crystal blue. She works in some little diner at the end of a street with the hustle and bustle of a small...

    • Author: itsElisey
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The boy whose mother never told him anything.

    Once upon a time there was a little boy whose mother never told him anything. She had decided that no advice was better than any and that nagging was waste of time. So she never told him to change his underwear, take a bath or brush his teeth. So he ch...

  • Rain will fall

    Have you ever heard of the boy who was lost, His Identity remains no more than a cross, And was his father too quick to dismiss, A mother’s son would always be missed. And did the father regret his mistakes, He’d take them back whatever it ...

    • Author: frina
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
  • I love you, unborn son.

    Sometimes when I’m in bed, and the only sound is the snoring in my ear, I think too much. I start out with something small, like; Oh my God, I’m having a baby. Okay, that’s not small, but that’s as small as it gets these days. U...

    • Author: Lamezorz
    • Posted about 4 years ago.