Her words made the paper walls quiver. Her voice shaking the statuesque house. He would choose to leave, but the metal locks and the mahogany doors had the strongest relationship in this house. She didn't pause, no oxygen entering her lungs, each exhale infinite. Effortless nods, slight exhales; he couldn't let himself listen to her toxic words. Each announcement based on ignorance and arrogance. She was meant to be a mother, but the only thing she managed to nurture was her anger, housing it until each sentence was formed, until they had aged, matured. Her lectures of complete disgust had been formulated for 9 months, but she never complained until the due date. She didn't crave affection or food during this time. And after the insults came rolling, she never discussed her outrages again. Similar to how she dealt with the burden of her son.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
