Missy Roberts
Stories (6/0)
A Bag of Secrets
After the funeral, I spent the next few days in the attic, reading the letters my mother had written to him in the years before they were married. He had never been the sentimental type, so I was surprised to find a whole box of them, carefully bundled. Even more surprising was the lock of her hair. A note was attached saying, “Randall, I hope you’ll accept this token of my love and think of how much you love and adore me when you hold it. Love, Angela.”
By Missy Robertsabout a year ago in Fiction
Delusional Decisions
After a long day at work, my mother's hands worked tirelessly: chopping vegetables for dinner, mending our clothes, even repairing the radio if needed. I loved her hands and admired them. I wanted to be strong like her, but at the same time I can’t be. I gladly would if I weren’t so delusional.
By Missy Roberts3 years ago in Fiction
Show Time
It was her starring role in the school play. She should be happy. So why did she have the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach? Was it just her nerves, or did it have something to do with her overbearing father? Rina came from a long line of businessmen and boss ladies. So when she showed interest in something outside of the family corporation, her dad went ballistic to say the least. He tried to ground her for stuff like this, but she was too clever and defiant to stay under his rule.
By Missy Roberts3 years ago in Fiction
Counterfeit Family
I asked her if she was joking. Her frown told me she wasn’t. “Every last penny, gone” she said, “And that’s not the worst of it,” she continued, leaning across the table, “he took the documents too.” The news took me by surprise, “What? We need those!” She looked at me, irritated, “You think I don’t know that? Ever since mom gave me those files, I’ve been diligent to keep them hidden where only I know,” She relaxed a bit, “I just don’t know how he did it; I mean, mom always said Uncle Harvey is a clever and sneaky man, so I was extra conscientious whenever he came around.” I sat across from her, sad and disappointed. “Ash, we’ve been over this: he’s not our real uncle, especially now since he cleaned us out.” She looked into the distance for a beat, then sighed, “You’re technically right, but not in the way you think,” I looked at her more confused than before as she continued, “You want to know why he drained the account? Payback. He was playing the long game for you being born. Unc- Harvey never wanted kids, so this was his way of getting back at our family.” I sat looking at her, dumbfounded, “Alright, sis, what’re you getting at here?” She drew in a deep breath and finally looked me in the eye, “You and I are only half-siblings.”
By Missy Roberts3 years ago in Fiction
Something Familiar
The wind whispered through the dark, empty trees like a warning in a foreign language. Winter was coming, and with winter comes the monsters; those horrible, retched beasts that threaten my home. Every year on the Winter Solstice they fight to get inside. They want to dismantle everything they see. No one knows why they do it, that's just how they were bred.
By Missy Roberts3 years ago in Fiction