Patricide Stories

The brutal story of one young girl in a terrible situation.

The Galactic Order I, II and III are all put together.

She likes to sleep. But each time she closes her eyes and presses Snooze, death gets closer.

On the day that you came, the mist at first light lay heavily on the surface of the sea, an edgeless barrier of rose, lilac and emerald swirls that forged secrets between the mouth of the cave and the world far beyond. Where it lapped and bunted against the rock, water formed in the glacier scars and weather-beaten boils, before dropping in a slow shower onto my shoulders, the tops of my toes and the floor of the hollow.

Elle Blue Skye was just your average pre-teen girl. Well, she was until the morning her father turned into a zombie. She was just like her classmates at school, until the man she once called "daddy" attacked her and attempted to tear her apart in his crazed hunger for human flesh and blood. Elle Blue was just like her girlfriends, until she had to kill the man who'd been her most beloved parent and had become a monstrous beast before her very eyes. Yes, Elle Blue Skye was just a regular girl, until she had to become the Z Slayer!

postponed due to yuri fucking LOL

Under the cover of night a boy seeks out his father, resulting in an emotional confrontation. This is a oneshot short story (my first one ever actually) and I would really appreciate any feedback! I hope you enjoy and I look forward to writing more. I might add a part two (which would be an insight into the past relationship between the two but I am unsure as of right now.)

A short tale from the fantasy world of Galtea. High-king Yullr Storm-sworn rules a happy realm in the snowy northern lands of Altreach, but his son, Weard is plotting something sinister against his father and the people's prince, his brother Larren.

March 14 Patricide I never killed my father. Why finish a job that someone is completing all on his own. It’s not that I didn’t wish him dead; I did and do for that matter. Don’t misunderstand me, I wish him no harm, it’s just that he is like a creature so tortured that he is nothing but a danger and a misery. Left to live he is a hazard to everyone he has contact with, an agony to live inside. What can I wish for him, but departure and rest, something he can never give to himself. I don’t plot, don’t scheme, I only know; know in part, the terrible lie he lives and hurt he drags from place to place acting like it is not there and nothing matters; let’s just get by. So, if he is not dead he should be. He is the embodiment of the hurtful impotent god and I don’t kill that man but I kill the image, perish that thought. Provide for the future of your sanity * You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault

Dad holding his baby hides from his other children as the world crumbles down.

Abandoned, injured and forgotten. Rozak was left for the wolves literally after the battle of the barbarian hordes of Breck against soldiers of Sir Edwin. However, the blood of his grandfather flows through his veins. Blood that will give him the power to take his vengeance

He should have said "I love you'', that night. Then maybe things would have ended differently. But he didn't. And now she was gone. ~C~ Aric's backstory from Aric's father's POV