Mother insult

Walking the Muddy Path- Original Writing Libby gradually walked down the lightly shaded path, her chestnut coloured hair flapping in the warm breeze. Her dazzling blue eyes shimmering in the sun, even though the day was sunny a light overcast of clouds cluttered up the afternoon sky. The large oak trees hovered their branches over the path as if they wanted to reach the other side. Many of their leaves had turned into beautiful shades of amber, gold and russet and fallen

Lady Audra, age seventeen, raised her fists and braced her feet in the soil. “Step forward, you little shit,” she growled. “You can hit harder than that.” This was their typical routine, Audra and the teenage stable boy. In front of the horse paddock on Audra’s parents’ estate, she and the young man often engaged in sword training and battle axe exercises, but today, they used fists. Audra loved combat training. She stutter-stepped forward, her long red hair in a wild tangle around her face, bruises

uncouth, just as you said. You were right and you’ve been right all along. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you before, but I will now if you’ll give me another chance. Please…” It killed Audra to beg her mother like this. Audra prayed the woman would listen; however, it was unlikely. Both Audra’s mother, Lady Ina, and her father, Lord Sior, were cold and emotionless people. Audra was their only child, and they’d never paid her any attention. Ina and Sior preferred traveling and kissing the arses of royals

parking lot past midnight listening to your mother tell you the story about how you almost never existed. That’s exactly what happened to me three years ago. After this experience I’ve seen every day with brand new eyes. The color blue is deeper, the sound of laughter is sweeter, the stars in the sky are brighter, the world is bigger and every moment I spend alive feels so much longer. Here’s why. This life-altering event started as any typical day does. My mother and my 15 year old self were bored and

Sherman J. Alexie’s “This is What It Means to Say Phoenix, Arizona” has multiple interconnecting themes and symbolic ideas throughout his story. Alexie’s story can be simplified as the death of a father changed his son’s life. However, it is more complex than that throughout the story. There are hidden connections all through Alexie’s work. One hidden connection is the character Thomas Builds-the-fire. Thomas is Victor’s childhood friend, and is the reservations goofball, storyteller. Thomas plays

It’s here and Tyler I am happy for you. But, you moving on to crossmen then college will create a huge void in mine and your mother’s life, Vanessa’s also. Don’t get me wrong we are happy for you and being your father has been a huge joy for me. I know when you graduate and the blur of activity following graduation then going to Crossmen Sunday that we shall never have the same relationship we have had. And I say that not in a bad way at all. It will just be different because you see mom and I have

During the summer of 1929, my father came home furious and very disappointed. Although I didn’t understand what was going on he told me that there were going to be some changes in our life. My dad fired all of our servants and sold most of our properties. We moved from Long Island to Santa Monica, California and bought a house. It wasn’t big as the other one, but it was comfortable. I am the only child in this family. My mom never made time for me and was seldom home. I grew up with a nanny, and

"About you spending the weekend," she said, leaning over to whisper, "I could tell by the look on your face that you weren’t going to ask so I thought maybe I’d tag along with you to your house. That way, I can ask. You look completely surprised and I’ll totally take the blame." She beamed. "I don’t know." "Come on! Please?" She stuck her lips out in an exaggerated pout. "Fine," I said, reluctantly, as the bell rang. She narrowed her eyes and whispered, "You’ll find that I’m extremely persuasive

my families wigwam, and saw my mother huddled over my sick father. “ Kuckunniwi gather Viho and Asha ,” my mother politely asked. I ran out yet again into the pouring rain and shouted, “Asha Viho, come quickly.” They swiftly climbed down there trees, and quietly followed behind me.When we reached the large tepee, I politely lifted the buckskin flap for my siblings. “ Do as your father says,” my Mother silently mouthed at us. “

I followed through the front door locking the car as I was followed unknowingly by a shadow. My father and mother were home from the doctor. I stared at my father’s still yellow tinged skin. I curiously asked, “What did the doctor say?” My dad looked at me, and said, “We want to wait to tell all of you boys at the table. Call your brothers, and tell them we are