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A short story by Angela Raines "How's the Little Parasite today?" Aunt Gertrude asked as she walked into the kitchen. I hated to be called a parasite. She constantly called me that. It was not my fault my parents got themselves killed. She took me in when no one else would. She never stopped telling me the story and making me feel less than a person. I was constantly hearing her say "You will do what I say. If it weren't for me you would be dead. You should be thankful instead of complaining about what little work I have you do." It was so bad that I heard those words in my sleep. Little Parasite, Little Parasite. My name was Charity. Why couldn't she just call me by my name? "Little Parasite, you better get this kitchen cleaned up. The floor is a mess." I looked at her and the next thing I knew she was swinging the birch switch again. "I told you not to look at me. I can't stand the site of you. Now get back to work." I dropped m...

True Love a short stort by Angela Raines My mother just didn't understand how it was. She never had the kind of love I had for John. He was the one who sat across from me in study hall. He had the deepest brown eyes and the softest blond hair. He played basketball, football and ran track. Just the kind of man I wanted in my life, and at fourteen I knew exactly what I wanted my life to be like. One Friday, he finally noticed me as I walked through the parking lot. “Hey, cutie what are you doing after school tonight?” he called as he winked at his friends. Stunned I just stood there, then looked over my shoulder to see who was behind me. There he was sitting in his yellow SS396, looking like the perfect person I thought he was. He gave me the, yeah I’m talking to you, what are you going to say look. What could I say? I mean he was the answer to all my dreams. “Nothing.” I stuttered. “Well you are now, let’s go have some fun.” “Okay.” ...

1840 California Street by Angela Raines I was just a sapling when the Krieders' moved into the house on California street. Rolf had made his money back east and moved with the family to the arid air of Colorado. It seems their son Oliver didn't do well in New York. The hope was that the clean air would help him return to health. To see the family together made me wonder what was the glue? Rolf was a large blonde haired man with a fine beard. Grace was just a tall, but with dark hair that seemed to always be flying away. Their son Oliver was a small child with hazel eyes and brown hair. So many different looks and temperaments. The Christmas of 1881 was a year I don't think the Krieder's will ever forget. They had moved into the house that July and by December they felt that things were going well. So well in fact that Rolf decided to do something special for his family that year. I watched as Rolf went out to find the best tree for his family. He was gone almost the who...

Gina was so tired. She had been working six days a week just to keep the roof over their heads. Gilbert was not much help. Sure he made good money, but he gambled most of it away. There were many a day when she was ready to give up, divorce the bum and move out. But every time she started the proceedings something stopped her. Gina was not given to self reflection, but as the holidays were approaching, she wondered what she would do. If she left Gilbert then she and the children would have an even harder time. Gina knew what her friends would say, move out, get on with your life. Still Gilbert did pay for the house and when he was feeling guilty he would stop for a few days and then they would have steak instead of beans. What to do? What to do? Gina was so tired of asking that question. Finally one day she had enough. Gilbert came in later than usual and was smiling. That make Gina so angry she forgot her decision to never bring up the gambling. “And what are you smiling about?” Her t...

This story is the sole property of the author. It may not be copied or published without the permission of the author. This blog or blog address may be forwarded with this information included in the forwarding. October 31 by Angela Raines I know what you are thinking. How could she be so gullible? Well you see I got it from a random e-mail. It seemed so innocent. You simply swallowed this concoction and it would make all the warts go away. Yes, I have warts thanks to that stupid kid last Halloween. They are all over. Small tiny bothersome things. Yes, some are larger than the head of a pin, but not many. Some people even think I have a rash, but I know better. Yes, I was stupid to let him touch me. Still it was Halloween for goodness sakes. It's a special time. Children do so love all the candy and dressing up. It really was an accident. He was reaching for the candy I had prepared, you know how good my candy is, and in his rush he brushed my hand. The next thing I knew I was brea...

This story is the sole property of the author. It may not be copied or published without the permission of the author. This blog may be forwarded with the above information included in the forwarding. "Drink the tea dear." How many times had I heard those words. Drink the tea, drink the tea. I was so sick of hearing that. I can hear you saying, you sick? Well of course I was sick. Who wouldn't be if you were forced to drink twentycups of the noxious brew a day. I couldn't wait to get out of this prison. Oh you didn't know I was in prison. Well I am! Why? Well, all I did was kiss the boy. You know the rest of the story. You don't? Well I kissed the boy and his girlfriend got upset. Nothing major. Just upset, why would that put me in prison? Well, she pulled a knife and since I didn't want to be maimed or killed, you know I have my looks to consider, I broke her neck. You say that would be self defense. That is what I thought, but the judge said since she ha...