His first act in the world saw him strangled by his mother’s umbilical cord. The next was to suffer the pain and humiliation of having both his legs break when he slid out of the midwife’s arms before falling to the floor. Those poor, little legs, reduced to butter-smelling jellification. His first nervous murmurs escaped his lips with a rasp, and as the nurses wished for an end to his breaths, their wishes were left unmet. His mother did her best to rid the world of him, but alas, things have a way of never playing out as you imagine. It’s neither good nor bad, it’s just how it is. If God exists, our trivial lives don’t mean shit to him; if he doesn’t, then they mean even less. When the broken baby grew into a broken kid, the other kids choked him in the playground until his face turned blue. They threw his clothes into the urinals and jumped him after the last bell. Their knuckles buckled his already less than perfect teeth, and when he collapsed under the trauma, yet again he felt his mother’s other arm wrapping itself around his pale neck. She’s been dead for years now. As dead as his teenage dreams that met their demise when he discovered that love wasn’t the meaning of existence but an excuse for people to exist. They poured bleach over his testicles—scrubbed his balls with sandpaper lifted from Wilko’s behind the back of an ageing security guard trying to remember the meaning of virtue. Life as it was, will never taste as heady as it did back when the prospect of tomorrow was just a whim and not a probability. That’s what fucks you more than anything; the realisation that bliss turns to shit quicker than a donkey drowning in quicksand.
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Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
That’s what fucks you more than anything; the realisation that bliss turns to shit quicker than a donkey drowning in quicksand. – Really powerful lines. This piece resonated with me. It’s bleak, sad but so very real. Excellent writing.
Thank you for your kind words, my friend. I’m touched that this piece reached you, especially those last few lines.
As it did me. When will you write something I disagree with?
Hopefully never! That’s the motivation to keep me from getting lazy 😉
I am sure you won’t!
Here’s hoping! 😊
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A bad beginning, often defines us, and we allow our bad childhoods, to make us into, who we grow up to be, as adults…
Absolutely. We must try our hardest to not let history repeat itself
Amazing piece of writing, Stephen. ❤
I am so moved by this incredibly deep downpour. Awesome writing,
That’s so kind of you, Holly! Thank you 🙂 x
It is my pleasure, for some baffling reason I’m not always able to leave a comment to express how awesome an experience is it to read your unique and fabulous writing ( a WP conspiracy ?) when I’m on my phone but I’m always genuinely blown away by the adventure.
I’d definitely say it’s a wordpress conspiracy! Thing’s always playing up. I’m touched whenever I know you’ve been reading my words, and hopefully entertained by them too. A comment is the icing on the cake 🙂 x
I wouldn’t miss a word! 😊x
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