My Random Stories

(Photo Source: www.wakatipuchurch.com/wp-content/uploads/Mother-waiting.gif) Kevin was coming home. It was 3 am in the morning. He had just been dropped off by his friends and was staggering to the doorstep. He looked up and saw the lights from the sitting room were on. He tried to wipe himself to look tidy, not like someone who had just spent the better part of the day smoking and drinking. After his futile attempts he gave up and decided he needed to sleep. He unlocked the door using his keys, entered and shut it. He removed his shoes and tried to tiptoe to his room, but he knew it was futile. "Halo Kevin." "Halo Mom." "Long night I see?" "Yes mom, I enjoyed myself." "That is good my son, but I have a question to ask, or rather a favor." "Not again mom. For crying out loud it is 3 am in the morning. Can't we just talk tomorrow?" "No we have to talk now." "Come

(Photo Source: nydailynew.com) Stephanie approached him, unsure of what might happen next. She had heard what he had been saying, listened in on some of his remarks and read his comments on social media. She knew how he felt or maybe she didn't. But for her marriage to work she had to confront him. "Halo." "Halo." He said distantly. "We need to talk." "You don't say, about what?" "I have noticed your reactions towards me. I have heard what you have been saying about me and I want to know why?" "why, what?" "Why do you hate me?" "Because I can." She was not shocked by his answer but had to pause. She looked closely at him as he tried to avoid eye contact. "Why didn't you come to Australia?" "I already replied to that." "I was not told the answer." He breathed heavily. She had touched a nerve. People close b

(Photo Source: polyvore.com) The other day I went to my sister's talent show at school. My mom had asked me to come along to learn how to 'parent'. I gladly went to also show my support for my little sister. I would do anything to see my sister happy. It was actually quite good. There were children making speeches, doing chemical experiments that left me amazed, and singing. My sister played her flute or recorder (she told us it was not a flute. It looked like a flute to me). It was generally a good performance and I marveled at what the children were showcasing. The events that happened at the end of the show were the ones that had me scared. The dancing. One girl came on stage and I almost went to cover her up, but because of the world today, my intentions would have been mistaken. I felt horrid and cringed in my seat. I wanted to support these girls dancing, but my eyes always fell on her. I felt sorry for her. She was around my sister's age (12-14). T

(Photo Source: ocdlife.ca/wp-content/uploads) "Halo" "Halo, Chris." "Yes Charlene, What is up?" "I see you you still have my number. I want to ask you a question." "Really? I am busy right now, how about some other time." "What other time?" "When I am free." "I think you know why I have called you?" "To tell me that you love me and breaking up with me was a mistake?" "No, you know what I am talking about." "Listen Charlene, stop talking in riddles, I am a busy man these days. I don't have time for nonsense." "Oooh, you are going to act like that huh?" "Is there something you wanted to tell me?" "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you going to upload another video?" "Another video of what?" "Do you know how much you have hurt me? I shared an intimate moment with