A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was zaidi preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like zaidi of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face inaonyesha no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s moyo as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice alisema softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a jogoo laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to songesha again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was zaidi preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten used to in the few weeks that passed. Outside’s mocking sun shined through the window, a reminder that time was passing that didn’t seem to get through the house grieving of its missing occupant.
Grimly, Alice tugged at the torn sleeve of her father’s overly worn shirt, causing him to stir from his unconscious sleep, the whiskey falling out of his grip and spilling over Alice’s school clothes.
“Ugh.” Alice mumbled, catching the bottle over her pants before it could spill over more, setting it at the floor on the edge of the old ragged sofa.
“Love bug?” she heard her father’s nickname for her, hoarse and barely audible, unlike the love-y its-gonna-be-alright fatherly tone he usually used with her, reassuring and annoying at the same time.
“Hi dad,” Alice told him, attempting a smile for his benefit, but what she was sure came out like zaidi of a grimace then anything.
“Why aren’t ya in school?” he asked, his speech coming out slurred, his face inaonyesha no attempt at disapproval.
Alice shrugged. She hadn’t been to school for two weeks.
“Yur mum was supposta take you.” her father murmured, his voice already fading. He took the bottle of whiskey from the floor, frowning at the amount left of its contents.
A shock of agonizing pain went through Alice’s moyo as she thought of her mother. Alice opened her mouth, preparing to say ‘Momma’s gone, she left’, but decided against it.
“I guess she forgot.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” he said, smiling a drunken smile. “Now I got my little bug to myself for the whole day.” he exclaimed, a faint happiness in his voice.
But he was already fading, the alcohol taking its toll so soon after relieving it. A mixture of bile and something else went up Alice’s throat, tears stinging her eyes.
“Yeah dad.” Alice alisema softly, speaking in a prayer. “The whole day. Just us.”
“My little girl...” he mumbled one last time before he closed his eyes again.
Outside in the distance a jogoo laughed, and the children played. Mothers yelled out at their children in the front of their yards, and the children rolled their eyes at each other. Couples shared a secret, whispering things in each other’s ears that would make them both laugh. Loners walked along the sidewalk, staring into space, a mysterious mist surrounding them.
The clouds passed through the sun, giving the world an odd moment of silence and timelessness. The wind whispered a few secrets, but the plants never moved. Tumble weeds held their breaths.
Just for a moment.
Then the sun came out, Victorious as the world started to songesha again. But instead celebrating the sun, Alice decided to live in brief moment the clouds granted her.
Fulfilling a silent promise, Alice crawled up into her father’s arms, ignoring the lump fighting up her throat, never minding she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
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"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton alisema as I was asleep in history class."What?" I alisema when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the kengele rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell wewe the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I alisema with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I alisema with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and wewe must go to sleep on time." She alisema with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."
You’re keeping me up at night as siku breaks
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what wewe do, got me feeling so blue
When will wewe see
wewe have to let it be
When will wewe see just how much wewe really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do wewe think you’ll be able to understand
My upendo might be killing me
I hope wewe realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do wewe think you’ll understand
wewe drove me to a far off land
When will wewe see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will wewe finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell wewe that firsthand
wewe have my moyo and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, wewe mean the universe and the galaxy to me
It’s all for you
Yeah that’s what wewe do, got me feeling so blue
When will wewe see
wewe have to let it be
When will wewe see just how much wewe really mean to me
Why is it just so hard to send that card
When do wewe think you’ll be able to understand
My upendo might be killing me
I hope wewe realize I’m just a fool
Damn! You’re so cool
When do wewe think you’ll understand
wewe drove me to a far off land
When will wewe see
I can’t just let it be
Come on try to set me free
When will wewe finally understand
I care about you
I’ll tell wewe that firsthand
wewe have my moyo and my life
I hope soon I’ll get a chance to be your wife
I hope soon you’ll see, wewe mean the universe and the galaxy to me
Race:half Italian Human,Otaku,Reader Fanfiction,I upendo my Marafiki and Respect them i Speak American English Fluent and i like the sound of the ocean and beach, pwani inayopendelewa animals:Dogs,Wolf,Dolphins,Horses,Panda,Tiger,Orca
Beluga Whales
anime i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my inayopendelewa sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
Beluga Whales
anime i love:Naruto Shippuden,Swords Art Online,Inuyasha,Vampire Knight,Rosario+Vampire
my inayopendelewa sports are:Basketball,Tennis,Swimming
I'm the youngest child my mother have I have a biological brother and mom also my brother is a electronic Engineering
I have one small cute Malchi dog
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Since the beginning of time Harley Quinn has had an accent and, guess what, no accent in the new Suicide Squad. And since when does Harley Quinn dress like a fucking slut.
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My mother used to write things like stories au poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
uandishi is really fun to do and I upendo it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write barua pepe on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really upendo uandishi so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an mwandishi when I grow up. :)
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Again I really upendo to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
My mother used to write things like stories au poems and letters.My mom inspired me to write things now.
uandishi is really fun to do and I upendo it alot!Sometimes I write things like my mom did.
Whenever I feel mad I usually write things in the Write barua pepe on the computer and write things that have been on my mind for a couple of days,then I erase them because I always feel better after I do that and I usually feel much calmer and I get it out of my system.
Since I really upendo uandishi so much I was thinking that maybe I could become an mwandishi when I grow up. :)
I wouldn't just write poetry au stories,I would also like to write makala for other people to read (just like I'm uandishi one right now).But of course I would write it on a piece of paper.I would also like to write new vitabu for kids.
Again I really upendo to write and it's sort of special to me in my life.
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