Red-SkinNotice: Please read the description before you choose to read the story. Thanks!More Like This
To children, the past -even the very near past- can be an unreachably distant thing. Children are at times fantastically resilient creatures, but with that resilience comes a heavy price.
A growing child's mind can be compared to a small pond of clean, pure water. The water is fresh and cool, blue as the morning sky. But sometimes, when a child witnesses a particularly violent or graphic event, the child wraps this undesirable piece of grief tightly in a cushioning layer of oblivion and tosses it away into that untainted, pure water. One or two bits of misery at the bottom usually do not harm the child later on in life, but sometimes- especially when great heaps of hurt and repressed memories are stacked at the bottom- that cushioning oblivion grows rotten and falls to tatters, poisoning the water years afterward.
Just such a thing happened to an eight-year-old Alice Preston o
Bob the Gobble SnobThere once was a big, fat turkey named BobMore Like This
And he was quite the barn yard snob!
He thought that he was the very best
And everyone else was just, simply a pest.
He'd strut and gobble around the farm
"Certainly the pigs didn't have any charm,
And those cows all they do is chew and moo
And those silly chickens are useless too!"
"What good is a quacking duck?"
He'd boast "I'm the one with the best of luck!"
He'd told everyone he was the best around
Everyone could hear his snotty, gobble sound.
Bob knew farmer Stan thought he was great
Stan had been giving him extra food of late
Bob was getting so big and fat
"He likes me best!" he said to the cat.
Bob thought the other animals were really quite rude
It seemed they all had a bad attitude
"Bob the Gobble Snob" was his nickname
"They're jealous" he said, "It's such a shame"
"They aren't as fat or as full as me
I'm the prettiest. It's plain to see.
And just for me there is a special day
Thanksgiving is a day for turkey display!"
The horse snor
i would not wanti would not want your teeth whiter.More Like This
what would remind me of that
bitter and black coffee you drink?
i would not want your waist thinner.
how would i remember the thick,
melting ice cream we've shared?
i would not want your hair dyed.
what elegant gray would show them
what we've been through together?
no, i would not want a face unmarked by lines.
those are the map of the years-
years you gave to me, willingly, without regret.
those are the map to my memories. my heart.
This joke has gone too farYou ask me how I am.More Like This
"Fine, thank you."
You ask me if I speak the truth.
You doubt me.
You want me to talk.
"No, really. I'm fine..."
I cock the gun and put it to my head.