Slender Son I walk into the classroom, and immediately regret that this is the place I've chosen to come to. The room is filled with snooty rich prep kids. Every one of them watches as I pretend to shuffle my cane around a little bit. The story here is that I'm blind. It's worth it. Trust me.Slender Son3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The teacher gets up from her seat behind the desk and walks over, "I'm here, I'm here."
She looks like a tall woman, maybe 5'11", and I still tower over her by half a foot at least. And this, only at fifteen.
She takes my free hand and leads me over to an open seat in the very front of the class. I frown, this probably won't work for long. My torso is thin, but very long, the people behind me won't be able to see anything. Hopefully I'll get moved to the back soon. But for the moment, that's where she sits me down.
"Folks, settle down, now. This is our new student," she says in a shrill, rat
Slender Son - Part 6 I have nowhere to go. Nowhere. Where does father live? The woods. I can't live in the woods. I can't eat kids... I stop after a few minutes of going through the woods, stop to think. Where can I go? What are the options?Slender Son - Part 62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are none. I'm on my own. I sit down on the ground, in the pine needles that prickle my hands when I press them to the ground. Can I build a fort here? Just for temporary? Looking around, I see sticks, leaves. I can lean the taller branches on trees and cover them up. Just for the night. Right?
I can't. It falls four times before I give up. I move on. Where to go, then? Can I become a hermit? Were Todd and Spencer even telling the truth about "telling some people"? What if they had been bluffing? Damn, why am I so gullible? I trudge back to the house. Before I go inside ,I happen to peer in. Mother is talking to some men in uniform. She looks close to tears. I bolt back into the woods; my long legs carry me for miles before I finally get tired and stop
Slender Son - part 3 "How was school?" mother asks tiredly. She is making dinner.Slender Son - part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shrug. I'm never very talkative around my mother. I don't need to, really. She's an expert at body language.
She sighs as she stirs, "Did you stay the whole day?"
"Why is that?"
I frown, "There was an incident."
Instead of looking surprised, or giving me a disappointed look, she just sighs, "You were out back, yes?"
I nod. I know what her next question will be already, and I prepare myself for it.
She turns towards me, and I get a full view of her pleasantly round stomach. Mother is pregnant. This is why she wishes to speak with father. She's asked me not to tell him, and I have kept my word. He does not know of this at all. He hasn't see mother in four months, enough time for her to start getting a baby belly.
Slender Son - part 2 Home. I arrive there before school is even through. The incident has drained all of my patience for people. Mother is home already, napping on the couch. I drop my stuff in my room, which is still just a room full of boxes and a mattress not on a bed-frame yet. Then, I venture out to the backyard. This is the whole reason I've chosen this as my new home. The backyard leads directly into a huge forest. I've only ever very briefly checked it out before, but it seems nice. There is some life in it, plants and many animals, mostly birds or rodents. Not dark and dead. I don't like things like that. Death isn't what I want. Sometimes it is necessary, but that does not mean I enjoy it.Slender Son - part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After I find a suitable place to enter, I climb through what seems like a portal to a different world. There are some birds calling to each other, but other than that, silence. Peace. Peace seems a quality all too hard to find, to me. So I take it when
Slender Son - part 7 A plan. That's what I need. Too bad there's nothing I can think of. The air is getting thick. Muggy. Where have I even ended up? Okay. Got something. Step 1: Find out where I am. Step 2: Figure out how far that is from home. But what next?Slender Son - part 72 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This town seems deserted, save the checkout guy at the gas station. He isn't very friendly-looking though. Well what must I look like, I think. What did I look like to him? I should find a residential area. No. Walking up to someone's house uninvited just to ask where I am? Who does that? That guy in the blue suit might've been helpful. But then again, he thinks I'm homeless. Wait. I am. Shit. Okay, Step 1: Find out where I am Step 2: Find a place to live. Step 3: Figure out how far I am from home. Priorities, man.
What else is there? I can try another store. Most of them look like they're abandoned. Maybe I can use an abandoned building to live. That's a thought. Wait, but what if other homeless people already live there? I'll check, first.
Slender Son - Part 8I wake up with a start, wait a moment to remember where I am. I can't. Wasn't I outside before? I only remember vaguely. My whole body feels asleep, still. The pins and needles feeling. You know it.Slender Son - Part 82 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I look around this room. Sterile white, with too-bright lights all around. A peach-colored curtain separates me from whatever lies beyond. Suddenly It clicks. I am in a hospital. The memory of it all comes back. A woman, I don't know who, came and brought me here. I need to leave. Quickly.
Upon moving to get up, I find that there are several tubes running to and from my arms, chest, and wrists. I rip them out. My whole body still feels so numb. There is a new noise. A loud, never-ending beep. It's a heart monitor. I've caused it to flat-line. Being quick is now extremely important.
When I rise to my feet, I barely even feel myself falling over. My feet are too numb for me to walk. Somehow, I entangle myself in the curtain. I struggle with it until I hear people. Talking. I stay completely s
Slender Son - part 4 I arrive back home in the afternoon. I'm so tired. I go straight to my room, set up my bookshelf, and then take a nap.Slender Son - part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have a nightmare.
It's the one I always have, where I am being chased, by what I'm not sure. I can never get farther away, just closer and closer until there are two clawed hands gripping my shoulders, finding my neck. One swings, slices me open and then -
I wake up in a cold sweat. Feeling shaky, I decide what I should do to make myself feel better, as the feeling will not shake on its own. Searching through the boxes, I find what I want. The DVD and portable player. I grab them both and head out back. This is what I always do. Wherever my family is, we're always near the woods. When everything changes, when we move, the constant is the patch of woodlands surrounding us.
I find my clearing and sit down, turn the player on, insert the disk. The firs
Slender son - Part 5Spencer and Todd are hanging out with their stupid friends. I walk past them towards the kitchen, nonchalantly, to get some water.Slender son - Part 53 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sage, how nice of you to join us. We tried calling you, you know," Spencer says.
I mutter, "Phone was off."
"Well come sit down, man."
Reluctantly, cautiously, I wander over and sit down in a free chair, still pretending I can't see. Why do they want me here? What are they planning to do?
Todd sighs as he loses and hands off the game controller to another guy, there, "Mom says we have to start including you when we do stuff."
"Oh," I should have known. Mother is always the reason that Spencer and Todd hang out with me. They wouldn't even speak to me if she didn't make them. They all keep playing the game; never offer me a turn or anything. They talk amongst each other. It's boring, really. After a bit, I get up to go do something else, maybe homework.
I walk to my room, pluck a book off of my shelf, and get to reading. It's a favorite of mine. I could say
Slender Son - finalIt hurts. Everything hurts. I am in an apartment. Had I fallen asleep in the woman’s car? How could I have done that? She could be against me. I look around, my neck aching a little bit. I am at the tail-end of my growth spurt. The major pain has subsided. This apartment is neatly furnished, for a woman with no family to live with. All white walls, white and glass décor. Even the couch that I am laying on is a weird egg-shell color.Slender Son - final2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stand, I encourage myself. You need to stand and find a way out. Just then, the woman walks into the room. I lay my head down and pretend to still be passed out there. She walks over and leaves water on the coffee table next to where I lay. She then returns to the other room. I sit up. Is the water safe? Am I thirsty enough to want to find out? No. I am not.
I stand and walk over to the room that the woman has entered. Peeking in, I glance around, making sure that I am not spotted. This is the kitchen. Backing away from that doorway, I head to
1The moon and the stars12 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter
They told me....They told me I wasn't good enough.They told me....2 years ago in Drama More Like This
They told me that I was a freak.
How would you react?
The tears are real.
When I was young.
I was naive.
They never listened.
My voice is here! It's not nothings that should end up in the wind.
Feelings are a funny thing.
I don't think we should have any.
But then where would the world be now?
A heartless race with even more killing then before.
I tried to talk. I tried to show kindness.
That kindness was considered annoying and I learned the hard way, that you can't trust people.
I'm not ADD or ADHD. Those are fine people as well.
They judge me. They don't even know me.
I'm alone in this fire. It gets closer and traps me in it.
I sat there and sang my heart out. I stayed good and pure.
My friends were with me. They know my sadness and will stay with me till the end.
The fire gets closer. It warms me uncomfortably.
Everyone pressures me. They spread rumors and horrible words that shake me to my knees.
How could they say those things?
My friends they l
4Legs, running towards42 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
an uncertain future, brave
not knowing danger
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