Mama's And Papa's

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Summary

I am writing this as part and parcel of the mother series. I hope it involves you all and sets the scenes for the many things that has happened in the world.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
6
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

My parents both divorced and then were widowed from their partners. Then got together again because I had been difficult to kill.

Their partners were killed off and they did a well-deserved respite. Joint jobs and joint ambitions and what to make and do was to sort out all the loafing. The loafing was that they had killed off their former spouses and they did not get it done without being caught.

Look they have plenty of partnerships and they do it best when they are separated and then reunited. It feels so good.

Having numerous lives makes them nasty because no one asks the right question when did they get together?

"We have been married forty-odd years."

"Yes ?"

"Odd is the word," Ha ha.

"Are you bananas?"

"Not exactly I have been disbelieving what I have found and now it is time to spell it out. For the common fellow in order to make it perfect for them. If they don't know what can happen to the world?

If the world does not know then no one can help the world.

"The worst thing to happen is when I am blameless."

"You were never that."

Four hours from here and Cyprus and even less to other parts of the world. We have to weave this story apart. We do not believe in the facts.

Look it is factual evidence and all that I did not go mad by accident they drove me to this desperate act of writing the whole truth when I can become their object and their designing tool.

It gradually dawned on me as if the lightening flashed as if the whole perverts had something in common with the likely mood of life.

The battering went on. The thoughts said that it did not happen. The things that mattered did not matter anymore. I always wanted a mother.

Then was ousted and placed for adoption. Then when we did not live life as if the world had stopped.

The whole of me was in a relationship with the people called parents. They did not like me. The family had so many passports. The members were the lords of their own destinies.

Made them men and women. They did not have to deny themselves the delicious things in the world. The repast and then the repast did not mean anything but fucking.

Behaving like everyone else in social respect. But being a criminal who did not want anything at all. We deny the world our truth and true selves if the world only knows us they would be so into us.

"Makes the villains on the television appear tame."

"No distinguishing features means we can become anybody,"

"Pa I am pregnant."

"Good girl I will make the man marry you,"

"I am married already,"

"You silly girl now we have to kill him,"

"Which one do you want to die?"

"I can't decide," There is almost a charm about the whole girl. She is so silly.

Zeks said as if the matter is not amusing the whole story will come out if only you did not want to know.

"I am not going to speak,"

There is a bad omen here I felt the procrastination of the world did not happen to these people.

"We enjoy life so much,"

There almost said it out loud I am a sour puss.

What did happen to the parents?

They had to enjoy life and see other places and be in some other mindsets.

How many lives did your mother have and how many does your dad have?

When I was about twenty Dad had two hundred children. Look what did happiness bring him with the two hundred-odd children? I have more nephews and nieces.

I am doing this for the greater good of the whole clan that Dad has dropped in the ocean. We must all say the worse thinking.

The things did not like me.

The brothers and siblings thought I was a betrayal of them and their hiding selves. They like vampires found out in the camps feasting on the truth and the drainer of the life force of the whole trees in the forest.

Knowledge did not like. To be acknowledged was to point them out. To point someone out is like making them obvious. To find things they had to be lost.

To feed them it is like order and the ordeal was nothing much to munch about. There was not much to find out about me.

There is not much to answer. They did not like me to behave like someone other than them. They almost always asked me out. They would laugh out later.

"She is odd never been married,"

"How many are you on?"

"I am young still it is my tenth wife swapping,"

"When did it happen that I have a lazy son?"

"That is not true I have so many things to do work was busy. I also had to go and fight the courts for embezzling,"

"We told you not to cook so many books,"

"The boss died."

"Good no loose ends,"

"His wife did it. So in love with me,"

"Such a gullible woman as if my kid would go to someone quite so ugly,"

"Sheer nonsense,"

"What you two talking about?"

"Never tell that anything she talks,"

"Make her stiff?"

"Not yet we must train her she is good with kids,"

"She doesn't want to look after the kids?"

"No way,"

"Disoblidging?"

"We make her look after them anyway,"

"How can you Pa?"

"No pa and all that she always falls into some trap,"

"When she is finished we will kill her,"

"Are the kids not fond of her?"

"Do not like her because she is bad with money. It makes them cruel."

"That is good pa."

"Train them well,"

Behaving like there was nothing else did not make it like anything on their minds but life and matter. and many things. did not invite me over and when they did they put me under various specimens of themselves.

They just did not like to think of some loose canon that was disruptive and destroying their lives.

The whole of life was the way forward towards someplace not like the second or third lives they have. Their life is something like that. One spaced out.