father wasn’t very happy when he came home in the night his little girl, playing video games and enjoying snacks and having an occasional sip from mother’s wine and cider on the couch in the living room at 01:27 AM, could tell Father was very sad even though he came home with money and a car full of stuff He shied away from mother’s kiss and hug “What the fuck’s with you?” mother asked, seeing him like that. “You got caught or somethin’?” Father looked down at his shoes. “I’d rather get caught...” “What?” said mother “I said… Ah, forget it. I can’t do this shit anymore. This is no way to live life!” He reached into all the pockets of his pants and coat and fished out money, very crumpled bills, and threw them to the floor. “Look at this. Look at it and think. In six days it’s Christmas! And the children from the foster home I’ve burglarized are all going to find out they’ve been on Santa’s naughty list. Holy shit, I feel like… shit right now…” “Huh? Is that it? Guilt? Really? You feel guilty now? What’s this, a sign of getting old?” “If not then it should be,” he said. “The two of us grew up in a foster home just like that one, didn’t we?” “Yeah,” she said, “and we hated every second of it. So what? We didn’t get presents for Christmas. We were lucky if we got more food and an extra hour of TV, dammit. Kids today are too privileged. Fuck ‘em an’ let’s count this cash.” She went on her knees and started collecting the crumpled bills. He stepped away from her. “I need a break from this.” “Bullshit,” she said. “What you need, darling, is to first of all stop being a pussy, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of your daughter, and second you need a strong drink and a good fuck. I can take care of the last two, but the first one is up to you alone, okay? Oh, by the way, did you also steal a new tablet? I broke another one today.” “And a phone charger for me,” said their daughter from the couch. “I didn’t break it. Just can’t find it anywhere.” He sighed and took off his shoes and went into the bathroom to take a shower, unable to get those poor children off his mind. He hated himself “Shit,” he said. From the living room his wife and daughter started blasting really loud music with over the top, obnoxious and dirty lyrics “This is my life now,” he whispered against the water that flowed down from the top of his head. I was better off in the foster home. Sometimes it’s better to be hurt by others and struggle to stay alive than to know the only way you can stay alive is by hurting others. It’s times like these that make me think about what that nun said to me in the foster home when I learned to write. You’ve a knack for it, she said. I see a great future for you as a writer. Believe in yourself and keep at it. Shit… if I kept at it… I’d probably write a story about a sad burglar now instead of living it…
Good stuff my dude. Great ending and the dialog was strong and sounded authentic.
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(つ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つThank you!
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Amazing, really I felt like I was watching a movie, all those expressions have so neatly been described. U r writing is deeply expressive.
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( ノ^ ω ^)ノ゚ Thank you for checking it out!
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Beautiful 🥰
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Thanks! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
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This writing is gripping. Keep it up my friend
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Thank you! ヽ( ᐖゞ)
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This is good
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(ゝᗜ╹)/ Thanks!
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The lines,
“Sometimes it’s
better to be hurt by
others and struggle to stay alive
than to
know the only way you can
stay alive is by hurting others.” are so powerful.
This is great.
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(๑´ᗜ`) Oh, thank you!
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Great story, Bogdan, had me hooked right from the beginning! The ending was delicious. 🙂 You’ve even got me wondering if you’re living a double life now! 😉
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(๑*◡*๑) Thank you!
I sure am living many lives, as we all are. In our wonderful imaginations :))
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You’re welcome, Bogdan! For sure! lol
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Thanks for liking my blog. This piece is very, very good. I think it’s a story really, but excellent as either a story or a poem.
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ヽ(•‿•)ノ Oh, thank you!
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Behold the birth of a writer. But in this case, the burglar took charge and threw that dream away. Love how you you string this together. Sad, shocking, and the brutal truth. 🙂
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Thank you!
I think true brutality would be if the poor guy actually went for the writing career and later found out that it made him even less happy than being a burglar ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )
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Hahaha! The horrid truth. 🙂
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The Lines:
“Sometimes it’s better to be hurt by others and struggle to stay alive than to know the only way you can stay alive is by hurting others.”
Touchy. Heartbreaking.
But this shouldn’t be the end. The man is simply giving up. He should leave that family, its not worth saving, and be a better human. Struggling can be hard, but at least he will have a clear conscious, and a life he actually earned.
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( ^◡^)っ Thank you!
You’re right. Though I was viewing the character more like a tragic hero :))
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No doubt, the story is great, in a painful way. But nicely written.
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