Short Story : ' Oh My God '

For as long as I could remember my father has always done the best he could to be a great father to my brother and me. During my father’s 12-year Major League Baseball career, he would often go on roadtrips for two months at a time, which was very hard for my family. Not having my father with me everyday

My aunt grabbed my mother’s hands preventing her from getting to the steering wheel. When we made it to the entrance she tried to choke my dad from behind, I saw my father’s face turn red. We begged her to release to him, my mother eventually let go, with us pulling her back. My father was scared to death , he got off the car quickly so my mother wouldn’t be able to choke him. We protested her to get out of the car she started pulling my aunts hair, my aunts face turned even more red than my father. All hear is my crying and everyone else’s, while my brother ran inside the hospital telling them to help us outside with my mother. As my mother got out of the car, she took off her shoe and started hitting my dad, a innocent person who never gave up on her. I quickly grabbed her from behind so she could stop hitting my dad, I don’t know where my strength came from. A few moments nurse came outside saw what was happening, my mother hitting my father with a shoe and yelling. Then you see her talking in the walkie-talkie, as she talked in the walkie-talkie she said the dreadful words I despised the most “code gray”. Soon later you see all these security guards coming outside with a wheelchair, they tried to

On Feb. 24, 2017, I lost Sean, and my wife,Sandra, in a car crash. It was a dark, rainy evening when the accident happened. Sandra had called to let me know that she had gotten off work early and said she could pick up our son, Sean, from soccer practice. I insisted on picking him up, but Sandra said it would be better if I were to stay with our sixteen month old daughter, Summer. After thirty minutes, I called them. Sandra answered the phone to tell me that she picked up Sean, but all of a sudden, I heard a crash, and then the call went silent. “Sandra?” I said quietly, and there was no reply. I yelled “Sandra?!” Yet, there was no reply, until I heard the siren of a fire truck. Suddenly, my entire world started collapsing.

Air Horns, Yelling, Sweat, Tears and Blood, this was the moment I knew all the hard work put in over the last fifteen years came to an end. All around me I could see my teammates, my brothers, kids I go out everyday and work my ass off for crying and shaking their heads. The look of defeat was all around me, the feeling of emptiness filled my heart faster than liquid fills a water bottle. This was the second time my High School hockey team had lost in the state championships game. Losing two times doesn 't only hurt the heart but it affects the community as well. As I made my way back to the locker room I hugged my fellow seniors and their parents, and congratulated them on an amazing high school career. As I was changing into my suit and tie, the feeling of failure overcame me and I could tell the same for my fellow teammates. It was the worst feeling imaginable, all the dedication I put into winning this state championship was stripped away and I couldn 't help but feel sad. Cheer up Zach is all I heard for the next two days, as my father constantly tried to enliven my spirit. My father has constantly been there for me, he has been my inspiration and my mentor over the years. At a young age my father taught me the importance of work ethic and discipline. I have carried these traits with me my whole life and without my father 's guidance and mentorship, I wouldn 't be the man I am today. My life has revolved around these traits and after that horrible defeat, I had a dream

The day Wesson passed away was one I will never forget. Wesson had been struggling a lot with his battle, and I knew things were not going good. That day I went to school, hoping everything would be okay. All day Wesson had been on my mind and when I got called to the office in the afternoon, I knew something had happened. My dad explained that my mom had went to Tennessee to help Kristi, because Wesson had passed away. His loss had not only saddened me, but lots

Wiping my tears from my wrinkled face, I put together all the pieces. It was like I just received a huge slap to the face, how did I not see this before? I clutch onto the diary, knowing it holds what my family went through behind closed doors. This ugly truth is the reality that I have been missing.

We left Garberville, CA at 5 a.m. We knew it would be a long haul ahead of us. I slept on the floorboard of the back seat of Holly’s truck for the first couple of hours. Holly was a funny outgoing and straight to the point person. Along with us were my Mom and Dad, Dylan(Holly’s husband) and there two kids Ashley and Clayton. Dylan was a tall red head that is always the life of the party. Ashley was a short dirty blonde girl that loves her horses. And Clayton, clayton was just like his dad a big built red hair with blue eyes and super outgoing. Finally were my parents. My Mom and Dad we both very active outgoing people who got along great with Dylan and Holly and their kids so we knew it was going to be a fun week in Winnemucca. We

In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of

My Grandfather died on December 5th, 2015. I was 15 at the time and I had only just started highschool as a junior a few months prior. I didn’t get to see him recently before his death, nor was I able to say goodbye to him before his passing. Instead, I got to wait patiently while the man I respected for so long took his last breath. I watched as he passed away, right in front of my eyes.

Megan looked at me, we had both finished our food. “Let’s go home.” I say, and she nods. We walk out to her car, and drive back to Ruddy Duck Farm. We walk up to the house, and we see my parents, and Megan’s standing inside with a variety of expressions stuck on their face. Shocked. Sad. Some are crying. “Mom? Dad?” I say, confused. “What’s going on?” My mom is too hysterical to answer. My dad silently hands me a letter, and as soon as i read it my heart and everything else sinks. Eric had been murdered. Not just by anyone, but by Mr Fraser. No wonder I had such a bad feeling today. Mr Fraser had escaped, and since he couldn't come back here to get revenge, he went to Toronto to find Eric. He had murdered him. I couldn't find the words, or the actions. My brother and best friend. Someone I had known for so long gone forever. Half of me didn't believe it, half of me would do anything for one second of time with him.

It was the morning of September 11th. The children peacefully sleeping. The sky was as blue as the ocean, the birds singing, and the flowers glowing with color. It was a peaceful day in America. Little Annie awoke and walked down the stairs to see her favorite meal sitting on the table. She pulls out the chair and sits down. While drinking her chocolate milk Kathy who owns the orphanage walks up behind her. “Sweetie, there is a very special woman coming to see you today. I need you to be on your best behavior, and wear your biggest smile”. Annie mom had dropped her off in July, and said “Darling when I get back on my feet and find us a home I promise to come back and get you. I love you always”. Not thinking much about it Annie

REPORTER: The reporters/Great Aunts (Velma/Mary Ann) called to report neglect for the victims, Maunaija, Maur’keryah, Mariuanna, and Marvin. According to the reporter, Kendra (mother) is not able to take care of the children. Two months ago, Maunaija came to live with Velma; Velma said the child was dirty and Kendra was not able to take care of her. The reporter said the child was being neglected, and Maunaija told Velma she was being teased at school. The children were saying that she stinks and her hair was nasty. Maur’keryah asked Mary Ann could she come and stay with her (unknown when), and she has been living there since August of 2015. Maur’keryah said she was being teased at school (said her hair was nappy and she didn’t have friends).

We were losing, but West had the ball. I remember it was fourth down and five yards. We were going crazy. Everyone was screaming and yelling, just waiting for West to score that second touchdown. The boys signaled to the crowd to get up on their feet and cheer before they started the play. Then as the boys got set and heard the whistle, I heard the snap of the ball. Seconds seemed like hours as we all watch the boys run around and look for the pass. Then it happened. The running back Dotieon Combs had a 40-yard touchdown! The boys then showed us what they’re made of and scored the two-point conversion. West was in the lead, 16-14. There were still a few minutes left on the clock, but our defense was ready to hold North back as if their life depended on it. The minutes seemed to float away but they also seemed to drag on. With five seconds left on the clock, and West still in the lead, the crowd was electric. After three years of losing, this could finally be it. As the ball snapped, I saw North anticipating a pass to the end zone. I wanted to warn the boys, but their was so much excitement that I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t need to warn them though. The boys were on the top of their game and also saw the pass. As North threw the ball to the upper left hand corner of the end zone, one of our boys showed more determination than the North player. He jumped much higher to block the pass than the North player did to catch it. That was the moment.

This event shaped my compassionate side and now I can use my words and actions to help lift up others when things just aren’t going their way. I’m able to encourage others and also feel for them because I myself, have walked in their shoes too. I can love others as I am called to and help them see the light at the end of the tunnel through the compassion and sympathy I have in my heart. This side of me may have never come out if I hadn’t experienced the loss of my amazing uncle.

I don't particularly feel like talking about it because my heart can barely take all the emotion of today. I am overwhelmed with confusion a sadness. Today my eighteen month old son died of Cholera. As I sat cradling him in my arms for the last minutes, the last breath of his short life, I could see the life being sucked right out of his small, frail body. His eyes were glassy and his skin was as dry as the dust on my boots. It felt as if the life was being sucked out of me the longer I sat there staring into his blank expression. He seemed so disconnected; So helpless. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done. No way to help, all I could do was sit there and accept that my child was breathing his last breaths. I referred to him as my sunshine child. At only one year and six months, he lit up my day like the sun fills the sky with light and gives everyone a feeling of warmth. I will never forget my baby boy. Having experienced losing someone so close to me I can sympathize with all the poor, powerless slaves at the unjust auctions. You will always be in my heart Samuel Charles Stowe.