A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was thêm preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like thêm of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face hiển thị no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s tim, trái tim as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice đã đưa ý kiến softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a con quạ laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to di chuyển again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was thêm preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like thêm of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face hiển thị no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s tim, trái tim as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice đã đưa ý kiến softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a con quạ laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to di chuyển again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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These sách are great for summer đọc I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
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1 Rebecca bởi Daphne du Maurier
These sách are great for summer đọc I can honestly say that anyone that reads them will want to read them again.
10. Deacula bởi Bram Stoker
9. The Hobbit bởi Tolken
8. I'm the king of the lâu đài bởi Susan Hill
7. 1984 bởi George Orwell
6. The secret diary of Adrian nốt ruồi bởi Sue Townsend
5. Pride and prejudice bởi Jane Austine
4. Jane Eyre bởi món ăn bơm xen, charlotte Bronte
3. Lord of the Flies bởi William Golding
2. The curious incident of the dog in the nighttime bởi Mark Haddon
1 Rebecca bởi Daphne du Maurier
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So bạn need not try to remember something,
bạn remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that bạn could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
bạn try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, bạn try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So bạn need not try to remember something,
bạn remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that bạn could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
bạn try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, bạn try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went bởi and thêm pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went bởi and thêm pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust