“You need to allow your son more freedom,” Francis, my therapist, said. “Why? I’m just protecting my son,” I said. “He’s 36 and doesn’t need your protecting. He needs independence. He’s not a damn baby,” Francis shouted. “You just don’t understand a mothers love. He’ll always be a baby to me,” I said and smiled. I approached him and grabbed his pencil. “What are you doing?” He asked. I stabbed him, took him home, chopped him up and cooked him. I invited all my friends over. “Fillet of Francis, anyone?” I offered. Francis just didn’t understand a mothers love.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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The Ghost in the Attic of the Mansion who Stared out the Window All Day and Scared People
My name is Earl. I live in the attic of the mansion I died in. Most of the time I would stare out the window. When new buyers would see me, they’d get frightened away. I didn’t mean to scare them. Jesse wasn’t scared. She saw me and bought the house anyway. “I’m Earl,” I said. “Cool, I love ghosts. Let’s be friends,” Jesse said. “I need a friend. Finally, someone I can possess so I can live again. Thank you, kind Jesse,” I said. “Wait, what?” She said. I entered her body before she could speak again. I’m alive!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
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I love this! Mothers can be out of control! Sometimes crazy!
Lol, this is like a part 2 to my story, Don't Be A Mommy's Boy. Danny’s Mom is capable of doing this hahaha. Loved your story!