Les Beans"What do you mean, you're leaving?"Les Beans3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned slowly from the kitchen counter, guilt building up in my throat until I could almost feel it bubbling into my mouth, apologies threatening to spill out and gush into the room from between my gritted teeth and my lips, tightly pressed together as though I could sew them closed, remove even the possibility of making comment.
She really was something. Something else. She was currently in her dressing gown, blue. Clutching her
tea, calling me sugar.
"Sugar..." I moved to the coffee machine we received as a housewarming present. Her, and me. Me and her. We had his and hers mugs, with one messily scribbled over in sharpie. Personal joke. "Hers and hers." The towels were the same in the bathroom. And the slippers. Only difference with the slippers was that my feet were at least two sizes bigger than hers. If I wear hers I get scolded for stretching them. The steamed milk splattered onto the counter over the edge of my mug, catching my thumb.
Can't hide"do not take it personally", my mother saidCan't hide8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
after he beats my mistakes out of me, telling me that I never learn
"but your parents still love you", they said
he told me that I was worthless
and only a burden to the world
and watched as I tried to slit my wrist with a blunt kitchen knife
"it will be ok", my friends say
but it never was
and it never will
Sun lotion ticklesIt was the second week of the summer holidays and one of the hottest days so far. Both 10 year old TJ and his father Ethan were enjoying the weekend at a family BBQ. It was at Ethan's eldest brother Shay's house, and he was holding a big family gathering which he would organise every year. The large pool was filled with ice cold water, allowing TJ and his cousins to wear out all their energy without getting too hot. However, this did not mean he could get away with not wearing any sun lotion.Sun lotion tickles13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
" TJ! You stop running young man!" Ethan called playfully, while chasing his son through his brothers mansion house.
No way would TJ stop. He knew very well what would happen if his father caught him. He quickly turned to race up the stairs, skidding on the tiled floor as he did. This unfortunate action caused him to slow down, allowing his father to be right at his heels. With a squeal, he managed to control his feet and leg it up the stairs.
" Nohohohoho!" He giggles, before going into the