Allegorical Story || The End

Rinnnnggg! Rinnnnggg!

The phone wailed behind me, but it was as if I was under water. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I could not. I could only stupidly stare at the frail woman in front of me.

Mom?” Without her signature frown, my mom was no longer recognizable. With a strange smile on her pale face, she was beautiful in death. Her graying hair fanned out behind her face in a lovely dark blanket, and her hands were folded across her stomach. I must have sat there for over half an hour. Thinking about the years she’s been entrapped here like some kind of animal made me lose the power in my knees. Guilt blurred my world. Guilt, not because of her death, but rather how much happier she looked in it. Then, I felt a calm sort of anger that scared me. Once again, it was my fault. If only I had been with her. Continue reading

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Paranoia (1)

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The adults sipped their coffee and scoffed at the children laughing in the open rain. They scoffed to blend in, swallowing the bitter brew, because everyone else did so too. There would have been  no need to make an effort if they had all just stopped. But they didn’t, and they continued to cross and uncross their legs, smiling at unfunny jokes whilst taking longing, jealous glimpses of the children on the other side of the dirty cafe window. Age often comes with adulthood, and adulthood is inescapable. But the children on the other side failed to notice any of these things, readying themselves  to go play in the creek. Oblivious to the heavy rain and the dropping temperature, they applied their sunblock with determined looks on their pimpled faces. There were seven kids, and all of them were absently shivering in the missing sunlight.

A fat man looking out the window snickered, and that snicker turned into a giggle, and that giggle into a start of mean laughter. He could not stop. His laughter burst out in waves, the curdled fat on his stomach jiggling in harmony. It’s 60 degrees outside with no sun, but they’re using sunblock? No, it’s 60 degrees outside but they want to swim in the creek? Stupid kids. His outburst began a choir of echoing laughter from the rest of the adults. But no one except the fat man knew what was so funny. He suddenly felt very sad and looked down at the stubs that were once fingernails. Time where have you gone. I was that thin and stupid just yesterday, he thought. When he looked back up, both the laughter and the children were gone.

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An awkward kid with glasses almost down to the corner of his mouth flailed his thin arms around, excited. He yelled, “Welcome to the game of Paranoia, where a teen can be a teen.”

“Hey, shut up and hurry. And take off your slippers. You’re gonna slip on the rocks and crack your head wide open. I don’t wanna deal with that.”

“Sheesh, yes mother.”

The short haired girl hid a smile and stretched out her arms like a tightrope walker to balance on the wet rocks. She hopped to the front of the line of children when she heard a splash, a high-pitched shriek, then loud laughter from the kids. She looked back only to see that the lanky boy had fallen into the cold water. He was all long limbs as he struggled to find his glasses and climb back onto a rock.

“Omigod I’M DROWNINGGG! HELP!” The unimpressed line of children continued to laugh and snicker as they all hopped by. The boy’s games no longer fazed them.

The girl with short hair rolled her eyes and hurried to land, under a tree.

“Guys let’s-s-s just wait for the rain to s-s-s-stop.” The soaked boy hurried to catch up to the moving line of children, his teeth chattering with the cold. With every chatter, ice-cold droplets of water flew off the ends his hair and found their victims the way bullets find theirs.

“Please? Anyone? Then let’s at least wait for the sun. We’re all gonna catch a cold,” he whined as he moved forward.

When no one responded, he said, “Hey, hi-p-p-p-po! Aren’t you already sick? Let’s just wait yeah?”

The big girl turned bright red, her arms darting down to cover her lurching belly. “Quit calling me that. And worry about yourself. If anyone’s gonna get sick, it’ll be you, skinny bones,” she yelled behind her shoulders between heavy pants. Her greasy hair was stuck to her big face in thin, black vines.

“Well, I wasn’t really worried about anyone but myself, but okay,” the boy muttered.

“Okay we all here?” The short haired girl motioned for the rest of the group to come to the small patch of land adjacent to the creek.

“Then Let’s Begin.”

 

Childsplay || Part 3

I was only in my briefs when I finally woke up. It felt like I hadn’t moved for days; my body was stiff, and I could taste the day-old breath. Just get up and leave. Don’t think about it. It doesn’t matter anymore as long as you hurt her. I got dressed and got ready to leave. Wait. My bag. They took all my stuff: my food, my clothes, and my money. I was alone in the blood red room, with nothing but myself and my phone to carry me through the next few days.

By the time I was out, the night was young, and the moon hung proudly in the starless night. Continue reading

Childsplay || Part 2

The sun was already beginning to rise, and I was far gone from our apartment unit. Now, instead of the familiar aura of a busy city, I was surrounded by the stench of hidden streets and dark corners. But I didn’t care.

I walked on, deeper into the alley until I found a kid. At first, I didn’t even notice him. He was so dirty, he was practically hidden in the shadows. He reminded me of myself when I was younger. Alone, hurt, and covered from head to toe in filth. Except his filth came from dirt and mine from lies.  Continue reading

Allegorical Story || 3

Mom?”

An unrecognizable voice of a terrified little girl echoed through the penthouse unit. I sensed something off as soon as my feet hit the floor of our house. The kitchen lights were dim and the area quiet and lifeless. Usually, It was filled with the sounds of cooking as my mom got dinner ready for me, but today, as I walked through the lengthy hallway past our kitchen, there was absolutely no noise. The hallway I was so familiar with seemed completely distant without the usual clang and clatter of my mother’s cooking to accompany it. Shadows of all kinds of shapes loomed over my body and twisted around as I looked away.

Then, I saw her. Continue reading