The ShamRock Open - Ides of March (675 hits)
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Submitted by ghola (View user info) at 2006-02-22 07:52:00 EST
He kisses Grace's temple and runs a finger across the arc of her eyebrow.
A dim lamp illuminates his sharp little nose, pointed chin and the short red hair that curls around his ears and bristles on his chin.
She's had too much to drink. She feels his hands on her and smells his musky scent but she can't quite make out the image hovering over her.
"Stop," she murmurs. "Don't."
There's a rustle and his little green suit falls to the floor. He laughs, not bothering to remove his hat as he fingers the clover atop its brim.
"This shamrock always brings me good luck."
She cries out, "Stop. This isn't right."
He ignores her and pushes her body into the couch, creating a mold of her outline. He bears down, pressing all of his weight on her as he jerks her head back by the ends of her hair.
"Lucky me..." he whispers.
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Nine months later Grace screams out in pain, digging her fingernails into her nurse's plump arm.
"Fuckkkkkkkk."
It's not at all what she'd expected. The pain shoots up her abdomen, wraps around her back and her eyes roll back into her head with each contraction.
She's beyond crying and blood runs down her face where she'd long ago bitten and punctured her own lip. Her white hospital gown is soaked with sweat and clings to her trembling body.
"Fuckkkkkkkk," she screams out again.
It goes on for hours and Grace sees no feasible end in sight. She expects that this new pain will be the bane of her existence. It will never end. How could it end?
Then there's the final push, followed by a slap and a child's cry.
"It's a girl," the doctor says.
Grace shrugs her shoulders and closes her eyes when the doctor offers to let her hold her newborn infant.
"Just take her..." she murmurs. Out of the corner of her eye she can see him, squatting in a corner, grinning, and his cheeks as rosy as ever. She shudders and falls asleep.
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Grace awakes to screams of "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy."
She feels Sara bouncing on the foot of her bed and closes her eyes tighter.
After five more minutes of unrestrained hopping it grows obvious that Sara has no plans of quitting.
"I'm getting up," Grace says with a sigh.
Light shines in the bedroom, where Grace had left the blinds up. She always left the blinds up. She liked for light to shine in her home. That meant there were no shadows for him to hide in.
"Mommy," Sara says. "What are we going to do today?"
Grace pulls a clean sweater over her head and zips up pleated grey slacks. "It's your birthday," she answers dryly. "Your relatives are coming to visit and we're having a party.
Sara twirls around the bedroom and knocks over several bottles of perfume that sit precariously on the edge of her mother's vanity. She skips back and forth and finally skids into the bedroom door with a thud.
"Sara, calm down," her mother chides her.
"Okay, Mommy."
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The lights are dim and a little chorus of voices sings out "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sara. Happy birthday to you." Everyone claps, Sara's eyes light up, and twin pigtails bounce above her rounded shoulders.
She leans forward to blow her candles out and looks across the table at her mother. Grace's face is grim, all straight lines, drawn in grays and blacks.
"Mommy?" Sara asks. "Mommy what's wrong?"
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," she says. "Happy Ides of March."
Grace stands up, stares at her daughter for a moment, and pushes her chair halfway underneath the table.
Sara sits at the table, hovering over her softly glowing birthday cake. Seven candles flicker and wax runs down their edges and covers soft pink roses. Grace's bedroom door slams shut and Sara swallows back tears. She scoops up a handful of icing and smears it across her lips in what should have been childlike glee.
"Go ahead," the little ones coax her. "It's your birthday cake, go ahead and eat it."
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Two days later a neighbor knocks on the door, pounding away until Sara shyly answers.
"Hello," she says very prim and very proper.
She knows that Mr. Edwards is the man that lives across the hall and that sometimes he brings her cookies or the prizes from his crackerjack box.
"Is your mother home?" he asks.
Sara stares at him unblinking. Dried cake crumbs gather around the edges of her mouth and icing is smeared across her cheeks.
"Is everything okay?" he asks her.
She shrugs, skips across the room and settles down on their tan suede couch.
"The Saint Patrick's day parade is on," she calls back over her shoulder. "I watch it every year."
Mr. Edwards closes the door behind him and scratches his head. He taps his foot on the old cracked linoleum and looks around.
"Is your mother okay?" he asks. "Where is she?"
The little girl giggles and turns to look at him, peering over the back of the couch.
"Oh don't worry. You don't have to pinch mommy. Mommy doesn't have to wear green this year. She is green. She's been napping in the shower for while with a rope around her neck."
Sara turns back to the television and claps her hands. "Oh, this is my favorite part." She glances up at the window ledge and asks, "Isn't it yours daddy?"
User Reviews
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-02-26 03:37:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You sick twisted girl.
This was awesome. Sicko.
Submitted by MichelleNJ (user info) at 2006-02-24 08:51:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Very entertaining
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2006-02-23 16:51:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
-2 SO I HAVE A BETTER CHANCE OF WINNING!
ha.
not so much.
this was sweet.
sweet... but nasty.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-02-23 00:31:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
First +2 I've given out so far in this comp.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-22 19:59:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ah, bejesus, me lass. And was it a +2 ya were expectin'?
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2006-02-22 19:30:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You have a great style, always fun to read.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-02-22 19:12:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
FROSTED LUCKY CHARMS - THEY'RE MAGICALLY DELICIOUS
Submitted by pragmatic (user info) at 2006-02-22 18:10:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2006-02-22 17:36:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked this. Just the right amount of mystery and cryptic-ness -- any more and it would have been too confusing.
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-02-22 15:20:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
More people should be reading this.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2006-02-22 12:42:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
My husband has red hair.
Hmmm...
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-22 12:33:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ghola could be a leprechaun. Just saying.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-02-22 12:11:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Susie_Derkins (user info) at 2006-02-22 11:17:38 (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:33:08 (#)
Ranking: 2
Leprechaun rape!
Is this an Uber first?
Submitted by HighVoltage900 (user info) at 2006-02-22 11:23:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
(/ejaculates)
I'm sorry what? I was...uh...thinking about something else....Yeah....that's it.
Submitted by Susie_Derkins (user info) at 2006-02-22 11:17:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:33:08 (#)
Ranking: 2
Leprechaun rape!
Is this an Uber first?
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2006-02-22 10:17:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Mommy's green... Hehehehehe.
I'm a horrible person.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:52:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Lovely, twisted, haunting.
Damn mankind if the two of us and our twisted minds ever copulate and bear child.
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:33:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Leprechaun rape!
Is this an Uber first?
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:12:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
*clapping hands gleefully* Good story, ghola. This was freakish and amusing.
Submitted by Brian_Blessed (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:08:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I LOVE THE IRISH!! HEARTY FELLOWS WHO LOVE A DRINK WHAT?!
Submitted by PokeyPecker (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:07:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd kill myself too with a brat like that.
Hey...
*I* wrote a Shamrock Open story about childbirth.
WTF?!?!!??!?!?!?
Submitted by Unabonger (user info) at 2006-02-22 09:00:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
fantabulous.
Submitted by ripple (user info) at 2006-02-22 08:54:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome
Submitted by phuzzygish (user info) at 2006-02-22 08:44:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuckin hell. It's a lump of purest green.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-22 08:05:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Why would she go green? Surely blue? Otherwise good. Childbirth is a piece of piss though - women take it far too seriously.