My mom is the best. Seriously. Here she is flying effortlessly over Chicago. Sorry Air Jordan, but this is some superman level flying.
Below is my first prose. It was fun to write, and the words came pretty naturally. I might start writing in this style more often.
This particular piece is of a story that my mom has told me many time but I have no recollection of it. Thanks mom for all the ways in which you show your love. Happy Mothers Day
I stood there
Below is my first prose. It was fun to write, and the words came pretty naturally. I might start writing in this style more often.
This particular piece is of a story that my mom has told me many time but I have no recollection of it. Thanks mom for all the ways in which you show your love. Happy Mothers Day
I stood there
Innocent
Barely
three years old.
You
knew
I
knew
But
I wanted
To
get away with it.
I
lied to you.
Not
with words
With
my eyes
But
the evidence
Was
there.
The
stool
So I
could reach
The
stove.
The
cupcakes
Turned
to muffins.
My
mouth
Sugary
sweet and guilty.
You
sent me
To
my room.
I
raged
And
raged
And
raged.
I
stomped off to my room.
I
laid on the floor.
Except...
I
stuck my feet
Out
the doorway.
An
act of rebellion.
Stupid
rebellion.
What
did you see
In
me in that moment?
A
sinner?
A
stupid child?
Surely
I was both.
Yet
you loved me
All
the more
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