Shannon Hamling
Stories (3/0)
With Love to the Perfect Jerk
Since I was a younger teenager I had a habit of explaining my relationship with my dad like this, "I love my dad; I hate the man". It still holds true today and believe me when I say this is no secret from him. He himself adamantly describes himself as "the perfect asshole". Since I was a child I'd hear him say this jokingly to other adults in my life and especially so to my mom. She herself, besides her laundry list of flaws and trauma from a rough life, is a saint for putting up with this man she had kids with. She's a subject for another much deserved story though.
By Shannon Hamling2 years ago in Confessions
Seeing Truth
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. And among the bare frozen trees it didn't make much of a difference after sundown when you couldn't even see your breath freeze in front of you but it was there, glowing in its small space like a promise.
By Shannon Hamling2 years ago in Fiction