Tag: Family

100 Word Story – False Mother (Finale)

“It wouldn’t stop crying, it just wouldn’t stop…”

Eugene ran over to the bed and grabbed his shaking wife, “Love, relax. What happened, who wouldn’t stop crying?”

The wife couldn’t contain herself, her hands trembling as she was pushing down on a pillow. She shook her head with fright when she spoke through her sobbing, “I should have told you months ago that I didn’t want this. Seeing it in front of me, hearing it cry—I hated it.”

Eugene didn’t understand what she was saying. He looked around the room, “Where’s our son?”

The wife slowly lifted the pillow.


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Six)

Black grocery bag in hand, Eugene climbed the stairs to the second floor of the house, trying to keep his heavy feet from irritating the old flooring.

Not paying attention to his footing he accidentally tripped on the final step and sent the bag flying out of his loose hand, “Shit. Hope I didn’t wake them.”

Eugene walked down the hallway and picked up the bag, noticing it landed right in front of the master bedroom. When he picked up the bag he could hear a faint sobbing coming from behind the door.

He burst into the room, “What’s wrong?”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Five)

With his wife and child finally sound a sleep Eugene crept his way out of the bedroom and the house, getting into his car to drive into town.

As he drove down the empty suburb roads, he couldn’t get rid of this gut-wrenching feeling within. Something was telling him to turn back now, but he ignored it. He thought the relaxing drive into town would ease his worry.

He glanced at the rear view mirror, seeing his own wrinkled reflection staring back at him, “Christ, I look like death.” However, he still smiled, “Guess it comes with raising a family.”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Four)

“Is there anything I can get you while I’m out? Any kind of medicine or ointments?”

Eugene’s wife rolled over in bed to face him, her eyes struggling to stay open, “Just some aspirin. I’m having really bad headaches again.”

Eugene nodded and he headed for the bedroom door. Before he made it out the baby began crying. However, his wife had her ears covered, thrashing around in the bed. Without thinking, Eugene ran over and picked up the baby, slowly rocking it to try and soothe it.

“Make it stop,” his wife screeched out, “shut that fucking baby up!”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Three)

Under the bright blue sky Eugene carefully pushed the wheelchair out of the hospital, making sure his wife and son were comfortable in the seat.

“Are you feeling fine, love?” Eugene politely asked.

His wife didn’t bother looking back, keeping her eyes forward as she replied, “Yeah…”

Seeing a black car pulling up to the curb, Eugene called out to the driver. The driver quickly got out and assisted the wife and child into the backseat.

Before closing the door, Eugene noticed his wife had her hand over the child’s face, “Protecting him from the sun?”

“You can say that…”


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part Two)

“Turn down the lights, they’re hurting my eyes.”

Eugene quickly obeyed, “Sure, love.”

Turning a small dial on the wall, Eugene dimmed the lighting in the room. However, even in the darkened room, he could see the faint glowing of his newborn child resting in his wife’s arms. Wrapped up in a sky blue towel with a matching baby beanie hat, Eugene smiled at his child peacefully sleeping away. Noticing his features, Eugene chuckled at the sight of his son’s nose, “It’s pointed like yours, dear.”

His wife didn’t respond, her eyes locked in a dreaded stare at the baby.


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100 Word Story – False Mother (Part One)

Eugene paced back and forth in the empty waiting area, the bleak-looking hallway echoing with his footsteps. Not too far away he could hear the agonizing cries of his wife coming from behind the door, hearing her begging for it all to just end.

Eugene balled up his fists, feeling guilt for having to put his loving wife through so much pain. However, he knew that everything would result in a beautiful thing.

His wife’s crying halts and a doctor comes out of the room, a bright smile on his face.

“Come welcome your newborn son into the world, Eugene.”


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100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Finale)

The black bag quickly sank below the water’s surface, vanishing into the dark, cold trench beneath. We waited on the dock, watching to see if it would suddenly float back up. Five minutes passed and nothing happened, the water coming back to an eerie stillness.

“There,” I said, heading back to the car. “Like it never even happened.”

Samantha’s footsteps followed behind, a small distance between us. She started sobbing when we got back into our seats.

I wiped the tears from her eyes, giving her a small smile, “Don’t tell anybody about this. Got it?”

She nodded, “Yes, Mom.”


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100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Four)

Most of the car ride was in silence, me focusing on the empty roads while Samantha lost herself in the passenger side window, obviously deep in thought. I took a quick glance at her, seeing her let out a loud sigh.

“You alright, dear?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

“I’m still thinking about how I killed that man,” she admitted, whispering as if a stranger was nearby eavesdropping. Her hands were trembling in her lap. “Mom, I’m scared. I don’t want to go to jail…”

I reached over and held Samantha’s hand, consoling her, “You won’t. Promise.”


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100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Three)

“There’s nobody outside right now.”

I tossed my key ring to Samantha, and she caught it with both hands. “Go bring the car around. Back it up all the way onto the curb without driving on the lawn.”

Nodding, Samantha dashed back into the house and headed for the garage. Out on the front step of the house I looked up and down the streets, the cover of the nighttime sky protecting me from any unwanted attention. I put on a pair of plastic gloves and dragged the trash bag to the curb, seeing a limp arm fall out.

“Fuck.”


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100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part Two)

“Mom, the blood isn’t coming up—it’s still sticking to the wood.”

“Keep using the paper towels, dear. Just get up what you can.”

Samantha grabbed the last few pieces of paper towels and did one large swipe across the floorboards. The paper tore, forcing her to toss it into the nearby trash bag.

“We’re out of paper towels,” she announced with fright. I heard her come running to me, in the kitchen. “What do we have left to use?”

I let go of the hacksaw, feeling its sharp edge stuck in the bone of the home intruder, “Bathroom towels.”


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100 Word Story – Mother & Daughter (Part One)

“When did this happened?” I shouted angrily. “I was only gone for five minutes, and this happens.”

Samantha was rushing to clean up the mess between us, the mop quickly soaking up the liquids on the floor. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she pleaded, her voice panicked. She rung the mop out in the small bucket next to the mess and continued cleaning, “I didn’t have a choice. The guy broke through the window, and I had to stop him.”

There was a giant red trail leaning from back in the living room to here.

I ordered her to get the bleach.


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