Through The Eyes of The Innocence
The door slammed shut. Daddy was storming off into his office, while mommy chased after him begging for his forgiveness. She had a new bruise just under her eye today.. a bit of blood spilling out from under her nose. I sat with my barbies laid out in front of me, watching silently as daddy slammed his office door shut as mommy caught up to him. She was leaning up against the door now; her fist pressed up against it as she pleaded for him to open the door. She kept promising that she was "over it" and that she wouldn't fight with him again.. the way she always did after every fight they had.
Marley Ames: The Feast
Marley Ames searched the ground before him, taking carefully calculated steps to avoid ripping away the loosely hanging sole of his right shoe. In his part of town, strands of wire littered the dirt alongside the sidewalks. Any time he needed wire, he simply started walking and very quickly discovered a suitable piece.
Big Bruh Of Whitefish Montana
Big Bruh Of Whitefish Montana PG-1 - 3 update Our story is most exciting about a Sennenhund Swiss mountain dog - It's a sunny day, birds are singing, fish are jumping as the Wilson family prepare to have their first baby at the local general hospital in a small town called Whitefish Montana, zip code 59937,
Mom was naked, passed out on the couch again. An empty bottle of vodka, a half-empty carton of Newport lights, a red Bic lighter, and a nearly overflowing ashtray decorated our vomit-stained living room floor. Her arm hung over the side of the couch, remote still in hand; a puddle of saliva stained the couch. Kelly and Ryan were on the television interviewing some actress I didn’t know. I turned off the television, looked at my mother, and then moved on to the kitchen. I made a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, Emma’s favorite, packed it in a brown paper bag and tossed it in my bookbag. No school today. Well, other kids had school today but that’s not where I was going.
The Farewell Party
People were dressed in their finest outfits. The spread looked amazing; a grazing table covered in delicatessens, a sweets table that all of the family had pitched in to create. And an array of afternoon tea platters, sandwiches and quiches were being taken around to guests. Everyone had really gone all out for the farewell party.
After they were asked to leave for the third time, Cora and Meer exited the hospital and strolled around the parking lot, not bothering to reach Meer’s car. Gapping and laughing at the sunless shy, she shuttered, “Meer, wha-t was your mom thinking when she decid-ed to give you such a pathetic name?! Meera?”
The waves came up over my head. I thought I was going to drown. A faint voice in the distance of my mind screams for help and I can see a hand reaching up out of the water to grab something, anything. It starts to reach for me. As if the hand itself can see me. No, it knows. I want to reach out for it, I know who that is. Please don't leave. Please...
Most of Grandpa's hair had been trampled out by the ages. What was left huddled in nervous fringes about the ears and neck. This I noted anew that sultry July evening when the shadows were lengthening and I and my wife entered the Three Rivers nursing home. We discovered him in a wheelchair, aimlessly poking about the room. His chair cut a corner and caught one of two beds, dragging it more centrally on the floor.
A painful truth
Looking back, he wondered how he hadn’t noticed the similarities immediately. The same deep blue eyes, the wavy blond hair. His penchant for bragging. The same love for music and guitars.
“Give it to me!” “No!” The noise rose to a cacophony that caused the adults in the room to cover their ears with their hands. The shrieks faded as the children ran down the hall and out the sliding door into the backyard, where their noise was absorbed by the air around them.
BECKY’S PRAYER The same scenario has been played out year after year. Families plan regular trips up north at Christmastime in search of the perfect Christmas tree. They trek into the woods with axe in hand, searching until they find it. After it’s been chosen, chopped down and carried back, it’s securely fastened to the top of the vehicle. But one particular family neglected to secure the tree. The first sharp turn while the vehicle was traveling at a fair rate of speed proved to be the tree’s undoing. It was gone.
The lies within the mirror
The one morning as a young girl, I posed in front of the mirror like it was going to show me the raw truth that needed to be known. Welcome to Lillian Grace's story of the mirror with the hidden truth to my reality that I blinded myself to for so many years. I held tightly to the lies that I told myself daily in front of the mirror. My mother Ruth told me that 1 day the reflection of the real me would no longer show and I would be lost within the lies of the mirror.