His greatest disappointment (519 hits)
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Submitted by Tokerson (View user info) at 2005-03-04 21:51:28 EST
A pitiful voice rose from the bowed head of a teenage boy, whose pasty-white skin, greasy hair and un-impressive stature gave him the appearance of a plant that didn't get enough light, "I don't know, Father..." A powerful voice, belonging to his proportionately powerful Father rang out in an almost loathsome tone, "What do you mean you don't know? Are you honestly that stupid, or do you just enjoy disappointing me?" the man looked down his nose to his only son in a combination of disgust and loathing with arms the size of hams folded across his barrel-chest, awaiting the response of his evolutionary mistake. A sniffle and lone tear paving a path down the boy's cheek, the tell-tale signs of crying, precluded his speech, which was periodically broken up due to his throat choking up, "I'm sorry Fa- Father, I do- don't know..." In lieu of the standard approach of paternal comforting that would normally ensue in such a situation, the Father sneered at his child's sign of weakness, though did fight the urge to strike the boy; it would only open the flood gates further. Not a master of self-control, the man compromised by grabbing his son firmly by the shoulders and shaking him hard, "Stop this! Why the Hell are you crying, boy?" Under the man's vice-like grip, the boy managed to squirm and writhe out, eventually winning freedom from the grasp. Looking up to his tormentor in uncharacteristic defiance, he managed to choke out between sobs, "Don't touch me..." A cruel bark-like laugh erupted from the man upon being told what to do. Though as the pleasure of tormenting his son began to subside, he deemed it necessary to end the confrontation with, "Go to your room before I give you a real reason to cry." Lips upturned into a satisfied smirk as he raised a hand and stepped forward to show he meant business when his son turned on his heel, openly weeping at this point, and fled to his room in the basement, leaving a dual trail of urine and tears in his wake.One hour and several whiskey sours later, the Father stumbled into his bedroom to change a shirt he'd moments ago vomited on, to discover that his bottom dresser drawer was open. Upon closer investigation, he noticed his Colt .45 missing, as well as a lone bullet from his small box of ammunition. He raised his head in mild confusion as a muffled <bang> permeated the house, the source of the noise being in the basement. Eyes widened and jaw dropped as he moved swiftly to the stairs, though even now fully aware of what he'd find. He was deeply saddened by what he saw... the cleaning bill would be phenomenal.
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Submitted by DavyJones (user info) at 2005-03-05 04:07:50 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Paragraphs for the win.
Submitted by grandturismo (user info) at 2005-03-05 03:24:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Wallstreet (user info) at 2005-03-05 02:32:28 EST (#)
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My alter used the picture first
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Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-03-04 23:23:38 EST (#)
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use that razor to cut ya some spaces (aka paragraphs) up in that post
Submitted by cheruboo (user info) at 2005-03-04 22:05:52 EST (#)
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-2 for being shitty and for stealing that graphic from maddox.
Submitted by EbolaMay (user info) at 2005-03-04 22:04:19 EST (#)
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ha ha ha. Oh boy, that's funny stuff. Wheee. Child abuse, alcoholism and suicide! Topics for all to enjoy! Shithead.
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2005-03-04 22:02:22 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
paragraphs are your friend.
by the way, stop listening to all the Emo and go eat a cookie. you're too pale.