I then noticed my mother, who had seen what the horrible kid had done, and was seething with rage in the front seat of the car. She immediately thought to comfort her heartbroken daughter, so as soon as I had opened door, I was met with a barrage of apologetic rampage from my mom. “Honey, I’m so sorry. What that nasty little boy did was unforgivable. I can’t believe the nerve of him! Erggh, it makes me so mad. You were so sweet and adorable, you don’t deserve a kid like that… “ she rambled. She was confused, though, when her fury was met with a completely oblivious grin from the backseat, showing all the naivety of a child, of any young person really. Lost in my world of sunshine and flowers, I had heard nothing she said, and stunned her with my ability to subconsciously ignore anything I didn’t need to hear.
“Goodbye,” she said in a shaky voice. She couldn’t look at him. She did the worst thing any mother could, sell their child’s life. She knew that she didn’t deserve his love, he deserved better.
When she told her parents, her mum cried the whole night. Then the whole week. Her father was silent, almost like he wanted to ignore the fact completely, but it was always there in her mother’s quiet sobs and the lasting silences around the dinner table, nobody wanting to talk about the elephant in the room, no matter how confined the space seemed to become.
“Mom, I'm home”. Philbert knew that his mom was really sick so when she didn't answer he knew it would be best to keep shut. “Mom where are you”. Philbert exclaimed. Usually, if he wasn't already getting scolded, he would, at least, have a “shut your trap son, I'm busy”. He went upstairs to see if she was sleeping or something.Nata. He went out to the garden and saw one of the most horrible things he’s ever seen in his life. His mom was on the ground with massive amounts of blood coming from her head. She was bleeding out.
The mood of the painting is somber and dark as if the memories of the deceased still linger even though the look on the young woman’s face might suggest that the idea of placing flowers and lighting of the lantern on the grave stone was not her idea. That only one of the children are from the deceased and that the other is from some new forbidden lover. Even the form of the woman suggest that she is reluctant to even be in the grave yard.
His mother sat next to him and softly whispered into his ear, “Its okay… shut up”. Al hugged his mother, breathing in the scent of parsley that seemed to cling to her clothes. For the first time in his life, despite feeling humiliated, he felt reassured that his mother would always be there for him.
The black curtained hearse, drawn by two black horses, rolled slowly through the streets of Charleston. Following behind, were Eli, Allie, Mary O’Toole, Willie, Gabriel, and half of Charleston’s, ‘old guard’ as they made their way to the cemetery for her burial. Clara Christopher Harris would be laid to rest beside her husband of over fifty years, whose grave was located at the feet of her parents, Elijah and Patience Christopher. Allie could not contain the emotions she felt- Sadness, because her grandmother was gone; anger, because she was gone, shame, because she had not gone to visit her before she died; she also felt a sense of self-loathing; for what reason, she could not decipher. Eli’s sudden gigging in her ribs with his elbow caused her to want to slap him when she looked at him to see what he was gigging her for and saw the mischievous grin on his face.
I did not predict the apology that fell from his lips, an apology a million times over rehearsed out of regret. I did not interrupt, nor draw away my attention, not even when his speech bubbled with tears and his beard coated over their sparkle. I waited until he was done before opening my true mouth, gobbling up his head and escaping the ward with what little remained of Mother.
Once there was a wolf named Wilbert. He was the largest, most terrifying wolf around but of course his name had to be Wilbert, not something intimidating like Bruce or Santino, but wimpy little Wilbert. But that wasn’t the worst of it, his parent’s decided to give him a full name, a first, two middle, and a last, and that name was Wilbert Oliver Laymek Fabi-ano, or WOLF as all of his friends called him, well they would if he had any friends, he tends to eat them all. YUMMY....... Everyone in the pack knew that Wilbert was a trouble maker ever since the time that they caught him trying to blow down poor little innocent pigs houses. But as time went on his so called “thug life” started to increase and his street cred went up dramatically. On
As Toby and his family made their way down the concrete path, he heard the wind rustling in the murky brown-leafed trees. The trees flailed their limbs around as the wind teased them, poking at their long delicate branches. A fog covered the air choking the flowers and the wildlife in the graveyard. As they entered, Toby examined the funeral-goers’ mournful faces. Everyone knew how they felt. Some were broken-hearted and some were angry whereas Toby felt nothing. He tried to mimic his cousin’s grief-stricken face out of respect for the other mourners. But it still felt