My HandsMy weak hands were falling down my legs. Lower and lower, until I couldn’t even feel the pain anymore, when suddenly they popped right off. My legs were brand new, definitely worth keeping on, so I left my hands on the floor and walked into the next room where my daughter was sitting.My Hands2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Mum, what happened to you hands?” She was frustrated. “I need help reaching the top shelf.”
“What’s on the top shelf?”
“Good thing I don’t have my hands then, cookies aren’t till after dinner, you know that.”
She sat at the kitchen table, startled by what I’d said. It was the inevitable truth that she’d had to accept one day.
“But I want cookies now,” her tiny squeal of a voice hinted the beginning of a cry.
“If you continue like this, I’ll have to take your tongue out.” I remained stern.
“You can’t do that!” she gasped, “I’m going to S
Tragedy Row: I did what you told meThe collison came so fast.Tragedy Row: I did what you told me2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I saw the car, hit the break and now I'm laying on the cold asphalt. I hear screaming. I don't know if it's my own.
She told me not to drink and I didn't. I were called fun killer but I didn't even nip.
So why I'm feeling so cold. Shouldn't I be home now? In my warm bed, underneath the blanket I got since I was ten.
Why am I alone? Why aren't you beside me, mom?
It is getting colder and colder and I'm so scared. What is happening? Am I dying? Is this my end?
I feel how tears roll down my face. I'm feeling so desperate.
I'm not understanding why this is happening. I did nothing wrong. Then why I have to die.
I notice people coming to me, trying to talk to me but I can't move.
My body hurts. I'm feeling like a stone. I can't feel my legs.
Why aren't you here? I need you. Mum, I don't want to die alone.
I see a doctor leaning over me. His eyes are calm, he is trying to help. I feel how he moves my arm. The pain is unbeliveable.
But as he touche
Unless“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing’s going to get better, it’s not.”Unless2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
“I am not a terrorist,” the girl muttered, “I am an activist.” As she spray painted the side of the building she could hear sirens.
“Looks like Andy got caught,” she thought, “or maybe Penny. We could do without Penny."
There was a scream.
“Yep, Penny.” The girl’s phone buzzed. Quickly she finished the last letter and stuck the can in her bag.
“Damn it Andy,” she said into the phone, “What do you want?”
“Come back.” Was all he said before hanging up.
The girl sighed and shook her head. Before she put the phone away, she took a picture of her work.
“Don’t mean to toot my own horn,” she muttered, “but it looks good.”
She turned her back and walked away. The red “UNLESS” faded into the distance behind h