Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Seven
But things never go as one would like it to be.
Although Mary Jane struggled down the front stairs, she had that stubborn streak in her eyes again. I don't know if Robert or Bobby noticed, but I did, and my guard...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Two
The doctor sedated Mary Jane to get her to release her iron grip on Bobby's sleeves. Her hold began to weaken, then fall back as she whimpered, "Not fair...not fair..."
We left the room. The doctor turned to Bobby. "I...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Four
I could have lived with Jennifer Rosemary as the baby's name. But it was the style - the "fashion" - in those days - the quicker you changed an adoptee's name, the better.
Mary Jane had another reason. "'Jennifer Rosemary...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Seventeen
Robert and I returned home. We discussed the events of the morning as we crossed the river to the eastern shore.
I was upset. It seemed the Carlisle facility was no better equipped to deal with Mutter than the Mount...
I picked up some of the cans to see if they were empty or not, they were all empty. I went over to the blankets I saw a picture of a family. They looked happy. I thought to myself that they're probably all dead. I put down the picture and kept looking around. I found a lighter...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Seven
I didn't have too much time to miss my son and his wife and the babies. Mutter was still being difficult, and she was occupying most of my free time. Some weeks, it was almost daily. The Carlisle facility began to remind...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Eighteen
From that night on, we began to make almost daily visits - several times a week - to see to Mutter's well-being. The officials who ran the center didn't quite welcome our scrutiny in this matter. Oh, they didn't...
Serendipity is a word that makes my stomach churn in distaste and disgust; its greedy claws grasp at its victims and cloud their resolves until they lead foolish lives. Its allies are fear and faith and together, they wind their spell of false hopes and dreams...
I used to write when I was younger and had more time on my hands. This is something that I wrote and shared with my girlfriend long before she became my wife:Do what's right.PLEASE do what is in your best interest.DON'T stay because of me.GO.I will always love you.
How do you...
rural school bus rattled to a rumbling stop on the path just below the jagged rocks leading to the moors. I descended from it and watched it drive away with just a few more of the students who lived closer to town than I did. I lived the furthest away from school, so I was...
we're cocky , spoiled , and live a silver spoon fed lifestyle .
We love to party, get high, and sleep with anything that breathes.
Drinking til we vomit , we're the future leaders of the new world !
Technology vs knowledge , we will carry the fate of the next generations...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Eleven
Between my failing mother and my expecting daughter-in-law, I didn't know who I worried about more.
Mary Jane didn't say so, but I knew she deeply appreciated any and all kindnesses during her confinement. Bobby might...
There, in the tail of that comma, in that ethereal silent pause between whispered words, we are suspended in a universe of our own making. I pirouette on your full-stop period and leap onto your curvaceous parenthesis. I caress its hard sensuous curve and coax it to unleash...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Thirteen
My husband stood up. He put his newspaper aside, then took my hands and drew me alongside him, making me sit down in the recliner he had just vacated. He bent over me.
"While you were gone," he said in the...
If I am just a little room to you,
Then wipe your feet.
Take off your shoes..
As a matter of fact,
I want to get prints
on every corner you've preyed.
If you are a predator;
Tell me why I have to be afraid of a Hummingbird with a...
as though within them lay the fountain of youth. His fixed stare burning holes into my skin making me feel every insecurity I have ever held. I was afraid he would notice that my one eye was bigger than the other. Afraid that he would see the bump of the scar beneath the cover...
The Teardrop Prison
Inside a teardrop looking out The joy and happiness inside See the pain and sorrow Surrounding, retaining surface tension
The drop does not fall The triumphal, salient feeling inside Moves the drop on its slide down Descending the cheek of humanity
Faithless,insolvent, a slow incessant burning,
Seductive, involvement, this romance with hurting.
At a distance, honesty and compassion,
truly more listless, living by reaction.
Emptiness is consoling, as misery purposes,
there awaits an unfolding, of vermillion roses.
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Eight
When Diana had been born stillborn, Mary Jane was upset but she managed to cope because she was still very young. When she was expecting Judy, too soon after Diana's death (as the doctor told Bobby and he told me...
filling the village sounds of screaming and violent yelling was everywhere. I looked around to see what was going on men in odd clothing was ravaging the village burning houses children was being slaughtered in the street blood soaking the dirt road I watched in my hiding place...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred One
We were on our way back to Mary Jane's room when we met the doctor on his way out of it and down the hall. I felt suddenly sick - he looked so foreboding.
"I was looking for you," he said to Bobby.
"The nurse sent us out...
The one who writes for necessity
obligation, vocation or vanity.
The one who disappears giving chance
to the text to stand out.
The one who is a Best seller
And the anonymous as well.
who writes true literature
and virtual ones
The punctuation needs some work, sorry for that, well..this really.
[A sea of deep red
Crashes upon itself in swells,
The ship is shattered,
It now floats in pieces scattered.
The few survivors
Are all out of breath,
Their lungs are...
For what seems almost a year i've been suffering from a major writers block if I got lucky i could wright a page...maybe. Last monday (11/18/13) I found myself in the mental ward. I stayed there almost a week but not quite. Any ways while i was there i found myself a "inmate...
I can remember it as if it were yesterday. The thought of the-- incident-- even now makes my blood run cold, as if a thousand cold invisible fingers running over my body. This old diner that smells of old grease and staleness also reminds me of another like it in my past. Believe...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Six
By the end of March, 1968, we had all the furniture installed in the new house. We decided (Robert, Bobby and myself) to celebrate Mary Jane's twenty-first birthday at home with a family-only party dinner. That following...
Well,ı think it is time to tell about me a little:) A lot of people who ı am friends with ask me why ı didnt write somethings about myself. For nearly 2,5 years ı have been a member in here. ı like this site indeed.My name is Emre.ı live in Turkey but ı was born in...
Here are 20 Writing Prompts, you are invited to tackle 'em and share 'em...
1. Pick the person you most want to see in the world right now. Write a monologue or a letter to that person and then continue the story.
2. Write a scene between your parents (living or deceased...
LOL. That's my BIG problem. I write down all my thoughts for a novel out of order and in strange vernacular so my editor's head just pops off. She only deals with me because she loves my work, so I guess the talent outshines the mania. This is for Married to Madness. Google it.
bedroom window when my dad and what feels like the world is asleep. It makes me feel safe and difiant somehow. Like I'm slowly crossing the bridge between who I have to be for the sake of my parents and the world and who I am inside. A person breaking off from a home I will one...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Five
Mary Jane and Bobby were good and attentive parents.
My son, I knew, would be patient, kind, and loving. I had no idea what my daughter-in-law's parenting skills would be.
For the next six months, while final details...
My son, Matthew, is a computer genius. Last week he gave me the latest version of his newest invention, a Computer Assisted Writing software program called CAW 2011. In a few minutes he’d loaded the software into my computer.
"Hello," my computer said...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Sixteen
What seemed like an interminable winter finally melted into a watery but very much appreciated springtime.
About mid-March, the landscaper Bobby had contracted came back and began his digging and lowering. Mary Jane...
This will probably make more sense to people that play videogames, nonetheless, I hope whoever reads it finds it a bit humorous :D
Life is a new MMORPG, that is, Massively Multiplayer Online Role-playing Game, on a scale that is larger and more intricate than any other game on...
White crested waves cascade onto charcoal tinged pebbles, creating a sea mist that blurs the vision of adjacent hills.
Car headlights become more visible than the cars, but the sounds of the sea remain constant.
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Eight
I was still a little shaky as I parked the car and walked inside.
As I signed the visitor's registar, I was marginally aware of noises behind a door - Mutter's? - down the hall. I paid no attention until I stopped with my...
There is a slight history to this story; there is also a reason why it is vague in some aspects. Hopefully not to vague for the reader to not be too bored by it :)
“Nieyma, is that you?” She looked over at me a moment longer; her brain scrounging...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Three
It was two nights later that we prepared to bring Mary Jane - and BOTH babies - home.
Mary Jane was numb when Bobby first proposed his idea. Then outraged. Then Bobby took her down to the nursery. As he had been every...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Fifteen
Despite my worries about Mutter, I returned my attention to the problem at hand.
We moved the younger half of the Gordon family into Harrisburg for the balance of the wintertime months and until our new grandbaby made...
once upon a time there was a dollgirl. She was very, very sad. her hair fell out sometimes. she lived on a shelf. it was very high and very narrow. sometimes she would fall. it took her a long time to get back up to her shelf. but she knew she had to or else the dog would come in...
simply because I want to try out lots of things. One of the only things I ever allowed myself to be proud of was my ability to write. In middle school I had a really great English teacher and two periods of English for some reason. She was cool in the way she would read us...
Part Three - Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Nine
Although she didn't much like it, Mary Jane accepted the doctor's advice in stoic silence. After all, she did feel a bit weak after she came home, and she needed to get her strength back. The sooner the better.
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Fourteen
The next morning, after a mostly sleepless night, I was on my way to see Mutter. Me...and Bobby.
I had called Mary Jane to let her know about Mutter. She burst into tears and dropped the receiver of the phone. She...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred Ten
Mary Jane and Bobby were locked in an ongoing daily battle that upset the girls as well. When the weather began to get and stay wet, icy, and gloomy, Bobby put a stop to Mary Jane's Carlisle visits. In fact, he didn't want...
Epilog - Germany Isn't Germany Any More
In the numbing days that followed my Mutter's passing, I had the bitterest fights ever with my siblings over final details.
Not with Bobby, Jimmy, or Robert. They knew, they sympathized, but they kissed me in comfort...
though, far bigger and brighter than any ever to be seen, and this is what made the magic come alive.
Underneath the moon, you could see a girl in a majestic silver bubble, with glistening silver smoke, floating away as it sparkled across the skies. What lay ahead for this...
Part Three - Chapter Two Hundred
Barbara's personality made a 360-degree turn after the tragedy of Judy. She made up to Mary Jane in every way imaginable. I was still slightly suspicious but in Mary Jane's weakened condition and her grateful nature, I didn't...