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| Alison Summers ♪ | Jun 24 2012, 06:35 AM Post #1 |
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All Hail the Crimson King
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| mermerluvs2dance | Mar 9 2013, 04:17 AM Post #2 |
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Time to feed some chickens!
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[dohtml] [align=center] <div style=" width:500px; height:375px; background-image: url(http://i1106.photobucket.com/albums/h364/mintymeowz/Cody%20Anderson/roll02-1-1-1.jpg)"> <div id=box01" style="position:relative; width:290px; height:312px; right:5px; left:95px; top:10px; bottom:45px; overflow:auto;"> <font color=white> <br>Cody Anderson<br> Date: Spring 15, 12<br> Time: 2:00 PM<br> Tag: closed<p> Cody gripped the letter tightly as he stared at the box labeled "outgoing mail." It was addressed to his mother Emma Anderson... She didn't deserve the title mother. Not anymore at least, and yet here Cody was, standing outside the post office on Mother's Day with a letter to his crap mother.<p> It wasn't all that great of a letter. Just a few simple words, really.<p> So... Happy Mother's Day I guess... I know I haven't seen you in a long time... and I know you probably won't forgive me for running away and not wanting to be with you, but I just couldn't stay. You had changed and I missed the old mom. Though I am grateful that I found the people who took me in--and I realize that would not have been possible without you--I can't help but wonder what things would be like had everything not changed.<p> What would things be like had you not given me a strong distaste for canned foods? What would things be like had you not put all your time and energy into hating Dad? What would things be like had you remembered my birthday, called me "Cody" instead of "Kid," or taken the time to be a mom?<p> But I can't dwell on those things because I will never know. I can't undo what you've done, nor can you. I don't really know where I'm going, but I know it's to a better place than you could have ever given me, and I'm not sorry for leaving. I'm sorry that Dad died while I was out trying to evade you, but I'm not sorry for you and the loneliness it causes you. You brought all of this upon yourself, and this is very likely the last you'll ever hear from me.<p> Farewell,<br> Cody<p> Yes, just a few simple words. Simple words aimed to hurt, yes, but they spoke the truth. Out of all the despicable people in the world Emma ranked among the highest... And yet, he still felt inclined to call her his mother... Why?<p> This is what Cody pondered as he clenched the letter in his fists before that mailbox. Why did he dare call such a pitiful, slimy, vile woman his mother? It was an insult to women like Mrs. Lupei. Why didn't he feel right about calling Mrs. Lupei his mother? She was as good as, even better. Galaxies better.<p> Cody thought and thought, and as he thought he remembered something stored far back in his memory. When he was five, before all of the drama with the divorce happened, he was outside riding on his scooter. The breeze was cool and the sun bright. The birds tweeted on their perches, and the squirrels scurried from tree to tree. But as Cody went to turn a corner, he miscalculated and turned the scooter too sharply. He toppled over and received a nasty scrape on both his knees.<p> Seeing the incident from the kitchen window, Emma put down what she was doing and ran outside to Cody's aide. She carried him inside, cleaned him up, and kissed his knees to make them better. In those two simple kisses, something at the time that was magical, but in reality was simply a clever trick to get a child to stop crying, meant so much to him. They meant a mother who actually cared for him instead of herself.<p> That woman had existed once... Maybe she was still in there somewhere deep down.<p> Cody shoved the letter in the box and turned to walk off. He had had enough of thinking about her for one lifetime. He would give the woman who kissed his wounded knees a week to respond. If not, she was surely dead, and what purpose was there to mourning the dead? </font></div> </div> [/align] [/dohtml] |
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