Casey Laday
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Mother and Son
By Casey Laday “Can you make it? I know you want to do this on your own, but I don’t mind helping you walk the rest of the way.” His normal grouchy voice seemed to soften as the elderly woman walked up to the picture-perfect house. Perfect in the way that the grass seemed to lay across the ground like a blanket across the dirt letting the only thing to escape it be the neat orange and brown leaves that fell from the sky. They seemed to fall in slow motion as they slide off the old roof that had seen better days but still gave off the impression that it would keep you safe from the fall nights. At any given time you could blink your eyes and take a mental picture of this place put it in a frame and have yourself a beautiful piece of art work.
By Casey Laday4 years ago in Motivation
Sinner
Sinner By: Casey Laday We lost five years ago. I know we did, I was there. I mean blood was pouring from my stomach like a river and my left eye had already been destroyed, but I was aware enough to know defeat. Victory is a sudden shock like ice cold water being thrown onto you unexpectedly. Your body freezes up because you don’t know what’s happening, then all at once everything triggers. Defeat is different, its like hunger. You’ve seen the people on the streets? Its dull at first, but then slowly starts to eat at you from the inside. I think that’s why after certain wars a rebellion starts. They feel that nulling hunger and they think that if they just keep fighting they’ll get that win. That food their body needs. Eventually they starve, yesterday I starved. Five years of loss, but yesterday was the day I felt defeated.”
By Casey Laday4 years ago in Fiction
