Sep 20, 2009
Sep 18, 2009
The Tale of a Pregnant Woman with Three Lovers
This is another assignment for class, a story with every sentence starting with 'he said' or 'she said'. The story is wild and confusing. Be sure to read the title. I hope you understand it and like it.
She said, “I love you but I can no longer see you until he dies.”
He said, “If you would just let me kill him we could be together and I could raise my child that is growing inside of you.”
She said, “There is no need to kill him; he is already dying; the pain is becoming more unbearable for him daily.”
He said, “I will wait for you my love, but you must know patience is a virtue I lack immensely.”
She said, “Where are you going?”
He said, “To kill him, my patience has already run out.”
* * *
“She said she loved me and she would not leave me until death parted us.”
“She said she never loved you, but she couldn’t disappoint her father; you were the only man he wanted for her. She said she tried to love you, but the more you knew her, the more she began to abhor you.”
“She said she never loved you, but she couldn’t disappoint her father; you were the only man he wanted for her. She said she tried to love you, but the more you knew her, the more she began to abhor you.”
* * *
“He said he was going to kill him.”
She said, “Did you tell him that you were going to leave him for me?”
“He said he would die before he loses me.”
She said, “Well you know what you have to do, I hate it when you let them inside of you, it sickens me.”
She said, “Let’s go find them so I can end it all.”
She said, “Did you tell him that you were going to leave him for me?”
“He said he would die before he loses me.”
She said, “Well you know what you have to do, I hate it when you let them inside of you, it sickens me.”
She said, “Let’s go find them so I can end it all.”
* * *
She said, “I’m sorry.”
He said, “What are you doing, I thought you loved me?”
He said, “Who is that gun for?”
She said, “Both of you, I don’t love with either of you, I’m in with love her.”
He said, “What are you doing, I thought you loved me?”
He said, “Who is that gun for?”
She said, “Both of you, I don’t love with either of you, I’m in with love her.”
* * *
She said, “Now we can be together forever.”
Question for My Father
This was an assignment for class. I had to write a 300 word sentence (i.e Girl by Jamaica Kincaid). Let me know what you think.
Bastard where were you when I needed you, where were you when I cried for you every night, what made you think that I didn't need you, what made you think that buying me one pair of Reebok sneakers would replace all the times my mother struggled to put food on the table for me, did you ever think about me as much as I though about you, do you know my favorite color, how about my favorite food, why did you choose another family over me, wasn't I good enough, wasn't I pretty enough, smart enough, what did I do to make you choose to not be apart of my life, when did you decide being someone else's dad (whom was no blood relation to you) would be better than being my dad, was my mom the problem, did she forbid you from seeing me, do you know how I feel when I see other girls with their fathers, do you know how it tears me apart knowing that at times you lived down the street from me and never came to see me, do you know how it feels to know that I am an unwanted bastard, do you know how it felt to want the attention of my father but only found it in the arms of useless men, do you know how many times I joined my body with another in attempt to fill this void but was only left more empty than when I began, do you know I hate myself because I have never been affirmed by a man, do you know that the only time I felt ‘loved’ by a man was when his body was pressed against mine, do you like that image of your daughter, your baby girl giving herself away?
Bastard where were you when I needed you, where were you when I cried for you every night, what made you think that I didn't need you, what made you think that buying me one pair of Reebok sneakers would replace all the times my mother struggled to put food on the table for me, did you ever think about me as much as I though about you, do you know my favorite color, how about my favorite food, why did you choose another family over me, wasn't I good enough, wasn't I pretty enough, smart enough, what did I do to make you choose to not be apart of my life, when did you decide being someone else's dad (whom was no blood relation to you) would be better than being my dad, was my mom the problem, did she forbid you from seeing me, do you know how I feel when I see other girls with their fathers, do you know how it tears me apart knowing that at times you lived down the street from me and never came to see me, do you know how it feels to know that I am an unwanted bastard, do you know how it felt to want the attention of my father but only found it in the arms of useless men, do you know how many times I joined my body with another in attempt to fill this void but was only left more empty than when I began, do you know I hate myself because I have never been affirmed by a man, do you know that the only time I felt ‘loved’ by a man was when his body was pressed against mine, do you like that image of your daughter, your baby girl giving herself away?
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