Der Verfasser 's Stories

Precious Cheater

2007-07-26T19:32:00Z

“Hey, I called you last night, where were you?” He spoke softly into the receiver.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stand you up, something just happend.” she said with a quivering voice.
” Oh, honey, is everything alright? Do you need me to do anything for you?” He said with a startled yet very comforting voice.
“NO! I mean, i’m fine just I just forgot to tell my mom that I couldn’t make it to dinner and that I was going to go out with you, but she told me that I had stay and visit for a while.” She said with what she hoped was a convincing voice.
” Oh, okay, well you want to hang tonight?” he had said.
“Um, I can’t i have other plans, but maybe soon.” She said almost feeling disapointed with herself for lying to him.

Why did I have to be so stupid? She thought to herself. Why couldn’t I have just said no. I don’t want to hurt him, but last night just felt soo, well, good.

A Recall

2007-07-03T03:54:30Z

his young daughter was doing the same thing. She kept recalling the day when he left. It was the hardest thing she had to ever do. She didnt really know how she survived that heart-renching day. All she wanted was her Papa home safe. While at that very moment his wish was for her was the very same.

As she crawled into bed, she started to think of the happier days when she and Papa would play board games and laugh at Mama trying to cook supper in the kitchen. She remembered the day when she and her father went to pick out the puppy that is now called, Henry. She let Papa pick the dog out, because she had had to hard of a time. He was always there for her, and now, he was thousands of miles away….

but still thinking of her.

What a Supid Idea

2007-07-02T02:33:33Z

“What a stupid idea,” Sarah softly speaks into the phone,” I knew what he was going to say, but i’m was dumb enough to do it anyway.”
“Hey look, it’s not your fault, it’s his loss.” I say hoping she’ll get the hint.
“Really? How would you know? Your just Matt my almost brother-like friend.” She talks with a surprising tone in her voice.
“I just know, okay? Seriously, anyway you weren’t dumb for asking that question.” I say in a giddy voice.
“Okay, I’ll trust you.”
“Hey you wanna hang out sometime?” I say hopeing she will respond.
“Matty were hanging out tomorrow.” she exclaims blankly
“No, I mean….nvm.” I say disapointed

What a stupid idea…

A Simple Tear

2007-06-18T03:22:31Z

“Tears are a natural way of cleansing the eyes.” I hear my Biology teacher say to the class, but tears in the eyes of human emotion are much more sacred.

Whether they be tears of saddness, joy, or becuase you fell off your bike and scraped your knee, they bring a feeling of relief to all who shed them. After a fight with your friend or even a disagreement with your parents, it feels good to let your emotions go.

That is the meaning of a tear, not some science related deffinition. This world is spinning to fast and we over look the simple things in life, even the simpliest things as to why we’re sheding one single tear.

The Great Fairwell

2007-06-11T19:15:31Z

She didn’t want to believe it was true. Her father was leaving that morning. She liked to think that the 8 month journey over seas wasn’t real. That any moment her father would come back and sweep her up in his strong inviting arms. They would go fishing every sunday after chapel and mama would always yell at her for getting herself dirty. She was in the bathroom pulling her long brown hair into a tight ponytail. She didn’t want to leave the comfort of her familys bathroom. For she knew as when she did, it would be time to leave for the train station. When she stepped out of the bathroom , they began the silent trip to the champlain local train station. After her family had said there goodbyes to her father, her time finally came. They hugged until he broke the silence with a verse of a poem. “The flower of the stem blooms more with courage to fight against the storm.” They kissed and hugged some more. When the whistle blew, she whispered in her dad’s ear, “Papa, don’t leave me, I love you.”

Psh. So They Think...

2007-06-10T23:33:45Z

If we’re so shelterd then why do we know the best places to get drugs cheap, how to get on the roof with no traces (in the first place), and probably more about the opposite sex than they want us too?

If you seriously think that by keeping us in a parochial school will shelter us more. Your crazy! It just makes us want get out there and do that stuff more! Be free! Run in the wind! There are probably more kids in public school that know less about this stuff than we do.

And where do we hear it? EVERYWHERE ! open your eyes parents. It’s all over the place now-a-days! There are freaking commericials on TV selling condoms!, Birth control pills, and Giving us new ideas to go kill ourselves. (slumming, ring a bell?)

look, i’m not the one who does this stuff, cause actually i live a pretty normal life. But, that doesnt’ mean i dont’ think about it.

Mommy and Abuse

2007-06-07T00:10:03Z

I stood there not knowing which way was home, infact, i didn’t know home. I didn’t know parents, shelter, or love. Everything nessecary in my life, i didn’t know of. I ran away from home at age 10, my mother knowing me leaving. See, there was abuse in my household, and no one could get out. Until the morning i was awoke from my slumber. I get ready for school, ditching and weaving, to get away from my Step-Father, so he couldn’t get a whipping in before i left. When i was at school i opened my knapsack and realized all of my books were gone. instead were about 20 pair of undergarments, 50 dollars, and a note from my mother.
It read:

My dearest son, please forgive me, but do not come
home tonight. Go to one of the homeless shelters and eat._ Use your money that i have saved for you wisely.
And above all remember that your not coming back becuase you love me, and I love you.

My deepest sorrows,
Mommy

Our Own

2007-06-04T23:42:00Z

Could you start your own religion? I mean other people obvioulsy have, in the past. Who could stop you? no one. Only yourself. But if you got people to actually believe in what you were preaching then wouldnt it become a religion all in it’s self? I mean look, i’m not going to go start some religion/cult or anything, but seriously, who are they to tell us what to believe, when we need to find it ourselves?

"It's a boy!"

2007-06-03T00:57:29Z

“it’s a boy!”, Those are the words every father yearns to hear. For me, my son was born 23 weeks early. How to cope with a tramatized wife and a pre-born baby, well you pray. My father told me that if you only pray when you need something it won’t work. So i pray now, every morning, every time I eat, and when i rest my head on my pillow. I pray. For those who don’t have as much as me, for ones that have more and are still greedy. I pray. My son, he died yesterday, and yet, I pray. I light a candle every time we eat dinner. It’s set at the middle of our table, showing that he is still the center of our lives.

Perfectly Wrong

2007-06-01T20:19:27Z

I had everything planned perfect for the picnic. She was going to meet me there for a brunch that crisp Sunday morning. I spread out the soft blue and white checked blanket, and set the plastic plates and flatware out on the blanket. Everything was picture perfect, we were going to eat in a meadow in the back of her parents house. As I stood there waiting for her arrival I reached into my kakhi short pocket and pulled it out. I looked at it for a minute and knew for sure this is what I wanted. When she finally arrived in her spring D&G white dress we opend the dry white wine and began to eat. After a few minutes the clouds started shadowing overhead. Then came the rain, I was ferious, I wanted this day to be perfect. She left the blanket and started to dance. It was then at that moment that I realized how pure she was. Always laughing and making the best of everything. I pulled it out once more, ran over to her, and slipped the ring into her hand. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

Believe

2007-06-01T19:56:34Z

When you’ve been taught your religion for so long, what else are you to believe? Do you have to live by all those rules are can you dissagree? I dont’ agree with my religion, some of the rules aren’t fair. But am I going to go to Hell for dissagreing? People shove their religions down your throat and what are you to believe? yes there is something called faith but when all you have is faith, it’s hard to believe. When you stand on street corners telling people what you believe in, you can’t help but wonder, ” Do I even believe this my-self?”