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8 Short Stories with deep meanings

 

1) She was very excited today, after all the
school was re-opening after a long summer break.
Now, once again, she could start
selling stationery at the traffic signal to
feed her family.

 

2) She, a renowned artist and a strict mother,
often scolded her 6- year-old son for he
could never draw a line straight.
As he breathed slowly into the ventilator,
she begged him to make one more crooked line
on the ECG.

 

3) "Everyone goes with the flow… but the one
who goes against it becomes someone
remarkable."
Before I could explain this to the traffic police,
the man issued me a fine.

 

4) Their love was different. She was
happy every time he kicked her in the
stomach. Every time he kicked she loved
him more.
She waited for the time she would
hold her baby for the first time.

 

5) All my toys are yours..!
Read her brother's death note.

 

6) They took his father,
and only returned a flag.

 

7) At 25, I became a mother of one;
at 27 I became a mother of two;
and today, at 55, I have become a
mother of three!
My son got married today,
and brought home his wife!

 

8) Once a 5-year-old boy was standing
barefoot in the shallow water of the
ocean. He was repeating the same
sentence to the waves –
"Even if you touch my feet a thousand times,
I won't forgive you for taking my parents

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View this email on a browser Forward to a friend October 31, 2017   Shadowbox   Susan Rich

That night the air stank, the stars obscured behind wild horses of clouds. I walked on cobblestones on the edge of something   I could not name: new land of unalterable decisions like a retinue of assassins coming right for me, who kept coming   in a bad dream that dissolved like a black-and-white movie, the dark mouth enveloping the entire screen. The End. Then the aftermath   like a heroin addict waking up in the overgrowth of a river path, no longer young. There are nights that pummel your life, chart   an alternate course unasked for and colorless—the way it was the first time you encountered the one ready to eat out your heart—   an innocent remark—a joke about ocelots or the weeds of purple          carrots. That night I was caught in a before and after, an unsayable horror film   of half-lives as we hipswayed and grunted along the Seine. When someone passed us, their teeth shone like those of a vampire   happy with the waste of the world. Ready to drink it in. My body was four months pregnant, crossing over to a nightmared path   of no return. But isn't this the truth of every moment? To revise our lives into the I belong—to this tribe of the unreliable   narrators, luminous in our stories and in our squalor.            Copyright © 2017 Susan Rich. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   "I began 'Shadowbox' during a morning writing session with a friend where we took different end-line words (horses, something, decisions) and wrote toward them. Not controlling which end word would come next allowed for our own buried obsessions to rise up and fill the void. I love the term shadowbox for its multiple meanings, as in shadowboxing with the self or in reference to the dreamlike assemblages of Joseph Cornell where memory and history are juxtaposed to create surreal landscapes of the mind." —Susan Rich   Susan Rich is the author of Cloud Pharmacy (White Pine Press, 2014). She teaches creative writing at Highline College and lives in Seattle, Washington.       Poetry by Rich   Cloud Pharmacy (White Pine Press, 2014) "Dirt Being Dirt" by Carl Phillips "West Virginia" by William Brewer "Diving into the Wreck" by Adrienne Rich Poem-a-Day   If you value Poem-a-Day, please consider a monthly donation or one-time gift to help make it possible. Poem-a-Day is the only digital series publishing new, previously unpublished work by today's poets each weekday morning. The free series, which also features a curated selection of classic poems on weekends, reaches 450,000+ readers daily. Thank you! Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038