confidence, maybe?
No, not all. I know that no one reads this so i can post a story knowing that it's not going to get any bad criticism so here it is:
a push over war vet who murders his holy roller, controlling wife
“Rowland! Don’t ignore me, be a man and listen!” She yelled while trying to catch her breath. Rowland looked away and nervously scratched his head. “Well? Why didn’t you stand up for me? You’re my husband, and you’re supposed to protect me.” He still looked away but now mumbled something under his breath. “What was that?” He continued to ignore her. “Damnitt Rowland! Stop being such a wimp and answer for yourself. ”
“Donna all I am saying is he wasn’t on our property. You should have minded your own business and there wouldn’t have been any problems. You’re always stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong.” He belched it out as if it was an accident. His small, frail frame looked relieved but afraid at the same time.
“Rowland, he ran up our fuckin’ stairs and he knocked on our door as if we weren’t even there. Forgive me lord, he done gone and made me curse.
He saw us working in the yard, but he chose not to acknowledge us. And that’s not our business? You’re a liar and a punk,” she cried hysterically, “and I can’t be with you any longer. I’ve dealt with this for five years and I can’t take it.”
“Donna, you need to calm down. It’s not that serious,” he said with a little more confidence.
By the time he belched out that one, she had already left the room. He remained in his seat while he contemplated what to do. He wanted to go after her, but he knew that if he did he would have to argue with her even more. The further he debated on what to do, the tighter the wrinkles in his forehead came together. Suddenly, his forehead relaxed and he re-adjusted his body in the chair.
An hour later he was awaken by sobs coming from his bedroom, he didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep until he was awaken. Following the sobs he faintly heard his wife’s voice. To his surprise she hadn’t left yet. His peppered eyebrows scrunched together as if something was hurting him. He again considered going up stairs and reasoning with his wife, but yet again he stayed in his seat.
He woke up and was startled by his smiling wife. Her teeth shined like ivory and distracted Rowland from the glass of bourbon that Donna had in her hand. “Rowland, you were right. I am always in other peoples business, I need to mind my own. I’m sorry for yelling at you. How could I ever leave you? I love you too much.” She handed him the glass of bourbon, and he noticed that her fingernails were painted red; he couldn’t remember the last time that his wife had painted her fingernails.
He tipped back the bourbon and his eyes closed, bourbon tastes better that way. When he opened them he saw his wife still standing in front of him with her ivory smile. “Thank you dear. I love you so much. I-I don’t know what I would do with out you.” He realized that what he said was the truth, and this thought made him feel warmer than bourbon could ever make him feel.
“Well…I know what you would do with out me, you would probably die.” Her cheerful demeanor suddenly turned cryptic, but then bounced back to its former state of cheer. Rowland nervously chuckled. “Would you like anything to eat honey?”
“Sure, I’m starving.” He abruptly looked down and ran through everything that had just been said, and then said “Thanks baby,” as if it were a life or death situation. He awoke to the sound of his wife’s voice.
“Here’s your sandwich babe.” His wife’s ivory smile took the backseat when she gave him the picture perfect sandwich. His appetite took control of his eyes and they were fixed on the sandwich. The zeal of a condemned man at his last meal had somehow possessed his body.
“That sandwich was great Donna. Thank you.” But when he finally looked up from his plate she wasn’t there. He awoke to his wife standing in front of him with her relentlessly ivory smile and her hands folded behind her back. “I must’ve dozed off. What have you been up to?”
She didn’t answer his innocent question but continued to stare at him with an unflinching smile. He wondered why his wife didn’t answer him for a moment, but dropped it after a few seconds. “I love you baby,” Donna said to her husband. Faster than Rowland could reply she whipped her hand from behind her back. In her hand was Rowland’s pistol, the one he kept under his bed for emergencies. Then there was a bang.
Rowland woke up in a cold sweat. When he looked up he saw his wife standing there with a glass of bourbon. His body froze and his soul panicked. Was it all a fantastic dream? Did the sandman think that it would be funny to play such a cruel joke on him?
. “Rowland, you were right. I am always in other peoples business, I need to mind my own. I’m sorry for yelling at you. How could I ever leave you? I love you too much.” He had heard this before. She handed him the bourbon, and to his horror he noticed her crimson nails.
“Thank you dear. I’m sorry too.” He was almost too shaken to mutter those words, but managed to do so after downing his glass of bourbon. Once he recollected himself he came to the logical conclusion that it was all a coincidence, but just to make sure he recited a line from his dream, as if he were in some kind of play. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Well…I know what you would do with out me, you would probably die.” She recited her line perfectly, which made Rowland’s face turned whiter than his wife’s smile.
a push over war vet who murders his holy roller, controlling wife
“Rowland! Don’t ignore me, be a man and listen!” She yelled while trying to catch her breath. Rowland looked away and nervously scratched his head. “Well? Why didn’t you stand up for me? You’re my husband, and you’re supposed to protect me.” He still looked away but now mumbled something under his breath. “What was that?” He continued to ignore her. “Damnitt Rowland! Stop being such a wimp and answer for yourself. ”
“Donna all I am saying is he wasn’t on our property. You should have minded your own business and there wouldn’t have been any problems. You’re always stickin’ your nose where it don’t belong.” He belched it out as if it was an accident. His small, frail frame looked relieved but afraid at the same time.
“Rowland, he ran up our fuckin’ stairs and he knocked on our door as if we weren’t even there. Forgive me lord, he done gone and made me curse.
He saw us working in the yard, but he chose not to acknowledge us. And that’s not our business? You’re a liar and a punk,” she cried hysterically, “and I can’t be with you any longer. I’ve dealt with this for five years and I can’t take it.”
“Donna, you need to calm down. It’s not that serious,” he said with a little more confidence.
By the time he belched out that one, she had already left the room. He remained in his seat while he contemplated what to do. He wanted to go after her, but he knew that if he did he would have to argue with her even more. The further he debated on what to do, the tighter the wrinkles in his forehead came together. Suddenly, his forehead relaxed and he re-adjusted his body in the chair.
An hour later he was awaken by sobs coming from his bedroom, he didn’t even realize that he had fallen asleep until he was awaken. Following the sobs he faintly heard his wife’s voice. To his surprise she hadn’t left yet. His peppered eyebrows scrunched together as if something was hurting him. He again considered going up stairs and reasoning with his wife, but yet again he stayed in his seat.
He woke up and was startled by his smiling wife. Her teeth shined like ivory and distracted Rowland from the glass of bourbon that Donna had in her hand. “Rowland, you were right. I am always in other peoples business, I need to mind my own. I’m sorry for yelling at you. How could I ever leave you? I love you too much.” She handed him the glass of bourbon, and he noticed that her fingernails were painted red; he couldn’t remember the last time that his wife had painted her fingernails.
He tipped back the bourbon and his eyes closed, bourbon tastes better that way. When he opened them he saw his wife still standing in front of him with her ivory smile. “Thank you dear. I love you so much. I-I don’t know what I would do with out you.” He realized that what he said was the truth, and this thought made him feel warmer than bourbon could ever make him feel.
“Well…I know what you would do with out me, you would probably die.” Her cheerful demeanor suddenly turned cryptic, but then bounced back to its former state of cheer. Rowland nervously chuckled. “Would you like anything to eat honey?”
“Sure, I’m starving.” He abruptly looked down and ran through everything that had just been said, and then said “Thanks baby,” as if it were a life or death situation. He awoke to the sound of his wife’s voice.
“Here’s your sandwich babe.” His wife’s ivory smile took the backseat when she gave him the picture perfect sandwich. His appetite took control of his eyes and they were fixed on the sandwich. The zeal of a condemned man at his last meal had somehow possessed his body.
“That sandwich was great Donna. Thank you.” But when he finally looked up from his plate she wasn’t there. He awoke to his wife standing in front of him with her relentlessly ivory smile and her hands folded behind her back. “I must’ve dozed off. What have you been up to?”
She didn’t answer his innocent question but continued to stare at him with an unflinching smile. He wondered why his wife didn’t answer him for a moment, but dropped it after a few seconds. “I love you baby,” Donna said to her husband. Faster than Rowland could reply she whipped her hand from behind her back. In her hand was Rowland’s pistol, the one he kept under his bed for emergencies. Then there was a bang.
Rowland woke up in a cold sweat. When he looked up he saw his wife standing there with a glass of bourbon. His body froze and his soul panicked. Was it all a fantastic dream? Did the sandman think that it would be funny to play such a cruel joke on him?
. “Rowland, you were right. I am always in other peoples business, I need to mind my own. I’m sorry for yelling at you. How could I ever leave you? I love you too much.” He had heard this before. She handed him the bourbon, and to his horror he noticed her crimson nails.
“Thank you dear. I’m sorry too.” He was almost too shaken to mutter those words, but managed to do so after downing his glass of bourbon. Once he recollected himself he came to the logical conclusion that it was all a coincidence, but just to make sure he recited a line from his dream, as if he were in some kind of play. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Well…I know what you would do with out me, you would probably die.” She recited her line perfectly, which made Rowland’s face turned whiter than his wife’s smile.