Stories tagged “mothers”

  • Borough

    There had been a vote. Tony bitched and moaned about it, but deep down he understood the others in the band had a point. He was the one who’d given the kid the okay to sing. He’d have to be the one to explain the situation to Vince’s ...

    • Author: RicoLaser
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Worried about Jr.

    “I’m worried about him. I think it may be drugs.” “Are you sure? He seems so sweet and happy.” “Now, yes. And not that I necessarily want it to change, but this mellow demeanor is a pretty radical change.” R...

    • Author: vmg
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Surprise

    Helen stopped her car at the bottom of her driveway by her mailbox. Included with the bills and fliers was a small cardboard box from a company she had never heard of before. Shrugging, she got back in the car and set the mail with her groceries. She p...

  • Smother My Cries

    I am from hateful glares and cold stares. I am from misled trust and never ending lust. I am from stolen powers and scentless flowers. I am from hushed screams and one man teams. I am from unshed tears and hidden fears. I am from screamed lies and dark...

    • Author: HannahMarie
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Mothers - 3

    A door to a small balcony going off our house catches my eye. I scramble to it and launch myself out of the door, praying my father doesn’t follow. I look around, bewildered; I don’t remember this part of the apartment before. But it’...

  • Mothers - 4

    I discard the absent thought, and focus on the words spilling out my mouth. They are avalanches, they are boulders; rolling, tumbling, cascading down mountains. “Daddy- he’s- he’s trying to kill me! I need you! Help me!” She see...

  • Decisions - 5

    … My father comes crashing through; his arms flinging, the knife in his hand gleaming. Time slows; volume diminishes. I back up, and find my back at a wall. I watch in despair and grief as my father, a man I have loved, trusted, been supported by...

  • Games in the Park

    Mothers walked along the Autumn paths of the park, their children like kites navigating a tempest. All of them unaware of the possibilities within their lives. Wrapped in a blanket of my own misery, I was too aware of life as I played games with Death....

  • Shameless

    My mother’s hand tentatively brushes away my hair. Out of instinct I shiver. I still don’t trust this woman. Her hands feel the same, just as gentle and sweet. I know I should hate her, and overall, I do; but deep inside my cold broken soul...

  • Shameless 2

    “Mom! Mommy!” The wind blows through my hair pushing it in my eyes, but not enough to blind me from the sight of abandonment. I run through the wind, my feet numb against the pine needles under my feet. I’m about to reach her when the...

  • Shameless Prequel

    “Mommy! Mommy! Look! Look!” The girl said, waving her green and blue fingers in the air. She looked at her mother, who was silently watching the sunset. “Mommy?” Her mother gave a tiny grin and sighed, “What a beautiful pa...

  • Shameless Part 4

    I look up at the clock on the faded blue wall. My tired eyes follow the hands as they slowly circle the clock. I know I should be concentrating on my school work, but my mind continues to wander to my mother. Why did she even come back? Why does she th...

  • Shameless Part 5

    As I walk home from the school, my shredded backpack bouncing against my back. I scan the caving houses in a line across the street. Kids in baggy clothes playing with a football, mothers sitting on the porch watching with sad eyes, stray dogs sniffing...

  • Inside Out

    The spinning drum of the washing machine has replaced the revolving washing line. Nine months ago it would have been art. But there was no intention on my part, no creative direction. That’s just where it landed. “A happy accident.” W...