"He's my son."
"But we're your daughters."
"He was such a sweet kid. My baby boy."
"But we're your daughters."
"He is my only boy, my precious son."
"But we're your daughters."
"He didn't mean it. He was drunk."
"He chose to hurt your daughters."
"He didn't know it would cause harm. He wasn't thinking straight."
"He chose to hurt your daughters."
"He didn't mean to. He's sorry. He has apologized."
"He chose to hurt your daughters."
"If I say something to him, he will stop talking to me."
"If you choose his side, you will loose your daughters."
"I don't want him to be angry with me. He said he was sorry."
"If you choose his side, you will loose your daughters."
"Why can't y'all forgive? He won't do it again."
"If you choose his side, you will loose your daughters."
"I just wish things could go back to how they were."
"They can't. They never will. He chose to hurt your daughters."
"He is my son, my kid, my only boy."
"And we are your only daughters."
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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Wondering
She shuffles the streets, rubbing her gloved hands together. Downtown is quiet today with only the occasional slide of tires on the fresh snow. The temperature has plummeted to the negatives and the shelters are full. She must keep moving. Her last cigarette sits in her pocket but she is waiting to smoke it when the sun creeps out of sight. The nights are long and the warmth of the smoke in her lungs is to be spared.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Fiction
Gravitational Pull and the Moon
"That's an amazingly astute observation. I couldn't have said it better myself." "Yeah, but like — just because I can reach that conclusion logically doesn’t mean I can feel it. You know? Like my emotions are on the other side of the planet from me. No, they're on the fucking moon, and I'm here, and my logic means nothing at all because I can't get myself to feel what I know, and there's no oxygen where my emotions live, and I'm suffocating."
By Mallory Rose2 days ago in Fiction
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Ugh, that person such a red flag! Loved this!
DISOWN HIM 😢