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Stories tagged with "father"

  • The Father Inspired by text

    We’re raised to believe that we will die before our children do. It’s only natural; we grow old and die, and they carry on af…

  • The Writer Is Supported Inspired by text

    We talked a little more, until Emma took a deep breath and tried to clear this foggy situation up, somewhat.

    “Okay, let me…

  • The Writer Gets Half Answers Inspired by text

    After I had finished my narrative, there was silence on the phone. What Emma said sent my brain into the sky.

    “And your po…

  • Accursed Moral Conflict Inspired by text

    I could only stare at my “father” & fume. I almost burst into a screaming barrage, but someone harshly gagged me.
    “Fine,” he …

  • Accursed Values Inspired by text

    I cursed; I clearly didn’t have the gift of timing. My father waved his hand as a signal for his second & fourth in command t…

  • You at the Funeral Inspired by a photo

    When you are a six-year-old boy dressed up in a suit with your hair all combed, you are bound to be a little uncomfortable. W…

  • The Writer Utilizes Poetry As a Weapon Inspired by text

    “What d’you mean, ‘come again’?” I said, looking up at him. “My mother used to read me these poems.”

    “As a child? No wonde…

  • Just Throw Them Away Inspired by text

    “I’ll take it she was lonely.” Jennie said confidently to Angela. Then, to me again: “Why are you so lonely, Hart?”

    I seethe…

  • Temper, Temper Inspired by text

    Lunch proceeded, but it wasn’t quiet. No, not at all. Jennie continued her indirect jabs at me – the way I wore my uniform, m…

  • Naivity Inspired by text

    Lunch was always a problem. Recently I had decided to stay in the library, and save lunch for home. It was cowardly of me. Bu…