A short story I wrote, any critism is welcome. I have been doing short stories for awhile and I thought I would put one up.
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Male Mail
Greg stumbled downstairs to the kitchen. As he wandered into the kitchen his wife looked up from her breakfast.
“Ah, you’re finally awake,” she said.
“Don’t start Anna,” Greg replied.
“I’m not starting, but before you sit down can you be able to get the mail?”
“I’m sorry, which male?”
“You know, the bills and stuff.”
“Um ok, I’ll just go get the Bills.”
“Thanks.”
Greg turned around and strolled back out of the kitchen perplexed. He climbed up the stairs, walked down the short hall and knocked on his son’s bedroom door.
“Come in,” said a voice from inside the bedroom.
Greg pushed the door open and stepped inside the bedroom.
“Bill your mother wants to see you.”
“Yeah alright, what for?”
“I don’t know, she just said to come get you and your brother. By the way, where is he?”
“Why would I know? You’re the parent.”
“Alright, don’t be a smart ass, just come downstairs and see your mother.”
“Okay.”
As he said that he got up and followed his father out of his bedroom, along the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“I could only find one of them,” Greg said to Anna.
“What? There was only one bill?” Anna replied, looking up from the newspaper she was reading.
“Yeah, the other must be in the toilet,” Greg replied.
“In the toilet?” Anna said, sounding confused.
“Well, maybe somewhere else, I don’t know.” He said as he wondered why his wife sounded so puzzled.
Anna stared at her husband, wondering what he was talking about. Had he gone mad? Perhaps he was on drugs… She looked around the room and her eyes landed on Bill.
“Bill, what’s wrong?” She asked.
“Uh, nothing, dad said you wanted to see me.”
“No I didn’t.”
“He said you wanted me and Bill.”
“What?” Anna replied sounding aghast.
“What’s wrong Anna?” Greg asked.
“Why the hell did you go and get me Bill?”
“Because you asked me to.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did, you asked if I could go and get the Bills.”
“So where are they then?”
“Well, one’s right here and the other is…”
“Oh, for fucks sake you’re an idiot, I meant the bills, as in the letters.”
“Ah, alright, well why didn’t you say so.”
Anna glared at Greg as he left the room. He walked to the front door and picked up the letters that were there. Anna was still cringing from her husband’s stupidity when he came back into the kitchen, he put the letters in front of her, and when she opened the first letter she gave a huge sigh of relief. It was the divorce papers.
EDIT: This is the alternative ending to the story, it probably isn't as good as the one above though. It may be a bit hard to know what it means, well people who have read it have had that trouble.
Anna glared at Greg as he left the room. He walked to the stairs and called out.
“Bill, can you come down stairs and when you do, bring a pen, your mother needs one.”
Greg turned around and walked back into the kitchen to find his wife looking distressed.
“Anna what’s wrong?” Greg asked her.
“Shoot me now,” she replied…
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Professor Intellegent
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Male Mail
Greg stumbled downstairs to the kitchen. As he wandered into the kitchen his wife looked up from her breakfast.
“Ah, you’re finally awake,” she said.
“Don’t start Anna,” Greg replied.
“I’m not starting, but before you sit down can you be able to get the mail?”
“I’m sorry, which male?”
“You know, the bills and stuff.”
“Um ok, I’ll just go get the Bills.”
“Thanks.”
Greg turned around and strolled back out of the kitchen perplexed. He climbed up the stairs, walked down the short hall and knocked on his son’s bedroom door.
“Come in,” said a voice from inside the bedroom.
Greg pushed the door open and stepped inside the bedroom.
“Bill your mother wants to see you.”
“Yeah alright, what for?”
“I don’t know, she just said to come get you and your brother. By the way, where is he?”
“Why would I know? You’re the parent.”
“Alright, don’t be a smart ass, just come downstairs and see your mother.”
“Okay.”
As he said that he got up and followed his father out of his bedroom, along the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“I could only find one of them,” Greg said to Anna.
“What? There was only one bill?” Anna replied, looking up from the newspaper she was reading.
“Yeah, the other must be in the toilet,” Greg replied.
“In the toilet?” Anna said, sounding confused.
“Well, maybe somewhere else, I don’t know.” He said as he wondered why his wife sounded so puzzled.
Anna stared at her husband, wondering what he was talking about. Had he gone mad? Perhaps he was on drugs… She looked around the room and her eyes landed on Bill.
“Bill, what’s wrong?” She asked.
“Uh, nothing, dad said you wanted to see me.”
“No I didn’t.”
“He said you wanted me and Bill.”
“What?” Anna replied sounding aghast.
“What’s wrong Anna?” Greg asked.
“Why the hell did you go and get me Bill?”
“Because you asked me to.”
“No I didn’t.”
“Yes you did, you asked if I could go and get the Bills.”
“So where are they then?”
“Well, one’s right here and the other is…”
“Oh, for fucks sake you’re an idiot, I meant the bills, as in the letters.”
“Ah, alright, well why didn’t you say so.”
Anna glared at Greg as he left the room. He walked to the front door and picked up the letters that were there. Anna was still cringing from her husband’s stupidity when he came back into the kitchen, he put the letters in front of her, and when she opened the first letter she gave a huge sigh of relief. It was the divorce papers.
EDIT: This is the alternative ending to the story, it probably isn't as good as the one above though. It may be a bit hard to know what it means, well people who have read it have had that trouble.
Anna glared at Greg as he left the room. He walked to the stairs and called out.
“Bill, can you come down stairs and when you do, bring a pen, your mother needs one.”
Greg turned around and walked back into the kitchen to find his wife looking distressed.
“Anna what’s wrong?” Greg asked her.
“Shoot me now,” she replied…
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Professor Intellegent
