The PromiseSophie Armistead sat in a cafe on the hill, trying to decide whether or not to leave her family. It wasn't that she didn't love them; the love she felt for them is what had kept her going for the last seventeen years. But it had become increasingly harder to bear in recent years. The only thing that kept her sane were these stolen hours atop the hill, where she could sit quietly and just think nothing. The truth was, she was tired of being bruised, bitten, and hit, always unexpectedly. She always forgave him, because she knew he didn't know better. But knowing and feeling didn't always agree.The Promise4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She had known years ago it would be difficult, but she hadn't known just how challenging it would be to raise an autistic son. She knew something was different about Corey when he was an infant but she couldn't pinpoint what exactly. He had been slow to crawl, stand up on his own, and take his first steps. And it took a long time for him to get used to the feel of water. He was also a picky eater.
Good Morning Dirk StriderThe alarm began to beep irritably and a small bundle moved from the tangled sheets labeled with billiard balls. The light streaming into the room through the open window highlighted the child's soft dove toned hair. He squinted his golden orange eyes toward the desk that held the alarm, although his attention was focused slightly downward, toward a bright glint sparkling off a pair of sharp edged sunglasses. The boy's tiny hands reached forward and grasped the shades and he clumsily stuck them to his face, freezing for a moment.Good Morning Dirk Strider6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's time to get up lil' bro.
The child wiggled his way out from under the blankets, his short legs struggling to tap the ground. Eventually he got it and he grinned in triumph before he rushed to the bathroom and began a simple morning routine. Using the toilet, washing his chubby little face, brushing his teeth messily. The door to the bathroom creaked open slightly.
Did you brush?
The child grinned into the mirror to ins
For My BrotherSalic and Jakil only had the other.For My Brother1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Salic the careful thinker, longs for solace and plans to gain.
Jakil the charming do-er, fast to act and acts to realize.
Spawn from a family of ghosts, hollow beings who hovered around truth and moaned lies for anything near to hear.
If these ghosts could feel, Jakil and Salic never knew. These wistful phantoms had no eyes, for seeing meant a wide-eyed view of the real and the real was a scary sight, its truth a cross none cared to bear.
On land ruled by God, Salic and Jakil were surrounded by His blood winged monsters. Ghouls with false teeth that shined brightest in dark spaces, brimstone breath the better to burn their necks whilst they sleep, and claws that pierced skin during embraces baleful in nature, but masked benevolent.
Doleful was life at only the tender ages of 10 and 12 and none was wise to why. Sometimes the clever beasts went away, slithered back into under bed holes, but always did they return with plans of pain for their tormenting