Don't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!ReaderDon't Listen to Labels--Spain x Child!Male!Reader3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Antonio sat in the park, his back against the tree as he tied blades of grass into knots. He was tired of all the labels that were put on him. Just because he raised and cared for Romano, doesn't mean that's he's a pedophile! Sometimes he wished he could just disappear. Whether they were jokes or not, they still hurt him. He loves children! They're wonderful and delightful to be around.
Suddenly a soccer ball rolled towards him. Turning his head, he saw a small group of children. After a few moments, the youngest walked towards him. Smiling, he waved at the Spaniard, who waved back.
"H-HI! Sorry for disturbing you....but can we have the ball back?" Antonio smiled and handed the boy the ball. Giving him a quick thanks, he turned to go back to his friends. But...he paused. Looking back at Antonio, and then back at his friends, he sighed. Waving goodbye to Antonio, he went back to his friends. After the game started up again, the Spaniard decided he had better find somewhere e
genderless gingerbread figuresI was three times three years old and had three freckles on the bridge of my nose. My brother was three years into primary school and had just learnt his three times tables. Our parents had recently divorced and our father took us to the fairground to meet his new girlfriend.genderless gingerbread figures19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
My brother wouldn’t ride on the teacups with me because they were ‘too girly’, so I rode on them alone. I loved the teacups best of all because they made me feel really small, like Thumbelina trapped in a human’s china cabinet. I was bigger than my brother, with a belly starting to hang over my jeans like cake batter slipping over the rim of a mixing bowl, but spinning in a large pink cup with the world swirling into pastels like smudged chalk all around me, I felt as free and light as a dandelion seed being blown into oblivion. The nausea made me smile and I chastened the squeals of delight that threatened to escape, swallowing them down with gulps of air.
My brother rode on a ‘boy
The Old ManThe Old Man2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
When I was a boy, my father would take me out fishing. He would say “do you know why we fish son?” I responded “no” He said “we fish so we can eat.” I asked “why?” He said “let me tell you a little story.” when I was just a boy, I went fishing every weekend. One day we went to the lake and seen an old man trying to catch fish with his bare hands… we offered him money, but he refused. He told us “it’s better to catch your meal, than to eat off someone else.” My father’s eyes were wide like the moon. This old man was neither selfish nor greedy. So what we did was give him a challenge. My father said “old man, how about this. He handed the man his best pole and a worm. My father said “if you can catch a bigger fish than me, then you can keep the pole and a bucket of worms. The old man responded “but I don
I was not MagnificentHank straddled his way into the court room alone. This was the most quiet it had ever been. It was the first time he had been back in this place since losing his case at trying to save his father. His father had no choice but to spend the next seven months in prison on a murder charge. Now his father was gone thanks to his long Cancer battle.I was not Magnificent2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He sentimentally ran his hands along the pillars of the court, as if they were remnants of his life that he should never let go of. Hank was never a man who cried, or at least tried not to. But being alone in this place, he felt as though he could cry like the little baby he felt like deep inside. He gingerly made his way over to the judge's chair keeping his eyes on it with intrigue.
He then gently spun it in the opposite direction, as the chair continued to slowly circle round and round. As it spun small tears formed in Hanks' eyes and began to leak out. Then something finally occurred to him. Maybe it never was his father's fault for why his li
Why she hurt...She was a the youngest of seven brothers.She lived in a small rural town that seemed almost forgotten by God. Always the "scapegoat" of the family, all she wanted was attention. When she was eleven her mother left her side to work so the family could have food on the plate. She never understood her mother's reasons and ultimately hated her mom. She was left with her other 6 brothers and sister and her drunken dad. She lived in a rural house all her siblings slept in the same bed. Her family in poverty tried everything they could to survive, luckily they had a farm so they would have to go from early morning to late in the afternoon with the hot sun burning her skin just to get something to eat even so this was never enough to feed seven starving siblings. She would go to school and skip first second and third period just thinking about her mom. She felt as though she was alone in the world. This girl made it through highschool barely passing. On the day of her highschool graduation sheWhy she hurt...3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Daddy's Little Parasite Daddy’s little parasiteDaddy's Little Parasite3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked down at the wriggling mass of pale red flesh in front of him, disgust flashing across his face momentarily before fading back to apathetic curiosity. This pathetic bundle was what he had spent 9 month waiting for? It hardly seemed worth it. He put up with nine months of insanity for something that only ever seem to scream in his face, and smelled worse than a trash heap. His face then darkened. This worthless bundle of fat had caused her so much pain and misery. Insane food craving at midnight, then heart-reaching agony at first light.
The thing opened its eyes and he was forced to stair back into his own. It made his stomach turn to see his own amber eyes peering back at him from a blob that was somehow supposed to resemble a human. It cooed quietly, reaching up towards the giant hovering above. He looked back at his