Short Story Sitting Motionless On His Rocking Chair

Sitting motionless on his rocking chair, Joshua reads the letter for the third time, craving to relieve the lost memories of his loving father. His father had been his inspiration throughout his lifetime, exposing him to the hidden secrets of the world that he so often took from granted. He glances over the handful of photos across his gallery room, reflecting upon the happiness dad shared with his closest friends: Alexander and Jonathan. The hardened frown finally cracks open into a smile, giving him renewed energy to brew his morning cup of coffee. The tranquil silence slowly dissipates in subservience to his children’s energetic voices. As usual, they were catching up with the latest adventures on the Discovery Channel. Promptly, he†¦show more content†¦Alex and Jono have been planning for this expedition to Mata Nui.... I must go†. â€Å"I’ll be home soon† he responds, caressing my hair in reassurance. â€Å"There’s something I need to give to you before you leave†. Between his sweaty palms, i placed both my parker pen and a notebook, prizes in which Dad had blessed me with while i was young. Puzzled, he glances at both objects momentarily, before fixing his gaze back towards me – a sign that my subtle love message had been skewered into his hearts. Accordingly, he responds, hugging me once again. â€Å"â€Å"I’ll be back son†. ******** Noun: Curiosity- [kyoo r-ee-os-i-tee] - A strong desire to know something: Our family has been used to dad’s absence for many years. However, it wasn’t the same this time. He was meant to return 2 days ago- he always kept his word. Thoughts plagued my fragile mind, leaving my beckoning soul with lingering questions- perhaps he had been attacked by pirates? I looked over to mum- she was in a different world. â€Å"He’s probably left me for that girl Bianca.... stupid fool... knew I couldn’t have trusted him†. Her mind was festered by a relentless disease, one that was corrupting and polluting the once graceful and genial mum i knew before. I was next on its hit list. Escaping, the balcony received me, clothing me with a blanket of peace and in its process conjuring the fresh conversation I had with dad a few nights ago. â€Å"Alex and Jono have been planning for thisShow MoreRelatedZealous Essay1056 Words   |  5 Pageswhite two story country house in the anxious dark of the night. The dim lights from the curtain drawn windows cast a warm look over the lawn before him. There was only one thing on Andys mind. He hadnt seen his daughter Cat in months, and only bad news filtered through to him from the tiny countryside towns residents. His daughters life was more important than his own. There were multiple ways this could all end, yet none looked good. Andy was going to end it here and now, his terms, his way. AndysRead MoreThe Ballad of the Sad Cafe46714 Words   |  187 PagesThe Ballad of the Sad Cafà © and Other Stories by Carson McCullers Back Cover: When she was only twenty-three her first novel, The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter, created a literary sensation. She is very special, one of America s superlative writers who conjures up a vision of existence as terrible as it is real, who takes us on shattering voyages into the depths of the spiritual isolation that underlies the human condition. A grotesque human triangle in a primitive Southern town. . . A young