Beau

Charlie is my husband, he’s very manly and I just love him so very much. We live in a nice little neighborhood with lots of trees and cars on the street and no sidewalks. Charlie works hard for what we have. I had to quit working after I lost Julie and stay home with little Beau. Beau’s only six years old but had to be pulled out of school for behavior problems, so I stay home to teach instead, but I say there is nothing wrong with him. The shrinks all say that he’s too hyper but I just give him half of one of Charlie’s pain pills and that seems to clam him and me down after 20 minutes. Charlie is Beau's best friend. He listens to everything his daddy says. I can hear Charlie talking to Beau about his friends while I’m was cooking dinner. He takes little Beau to the back porch to play a game with a mouse little Beau had found. He tells Beau that he doesn’t want him playing with his friend Derrick anymore, as he grab a bottle of gas and an empty coke glass telling him no son of his is gonna be a pansy ass. Beau looked wide eye up at his father and says oh. I could feel the uncertainty of Beau's voice. I tell 'em I don’t think he should be telling Beau this; he can be friends with whoever he wants. Charlie gives me a sharp look and I know what that means. Charlie looks down at Beau again and tells him don’t you let a women tell you what to do; they are good for nothing but cooking and cleaning. He tells him you’re gonna be a man Beau, you’re not gonna be like me, working for nothing to come home to a bitching wife. You’re gonna be something, but Beau feels torn. Not understanding why his father is so angry, but wants to please him in anyway. Charlie stuffs the tiny mouse into the bottle, Beau watches closely for what he'll do next, as Charlie dowses the tiny mouse, he tells Beau that kids like Derrick are not like our family that it’s not the Christian way and that it’s not the American way. He tells Beau what if that kid is president someday, you want some fruity guy running your country? Hell no boy! That’s why I’m here, to teach you what’s right. Charlie stuffs some paper into the top of the coke glass, he looks down on Beau and says watch this, it’s gonna be good. They head for the front yard to the middle of the street Beau struggling to keep up. He watches his father carefully as he lights it on fire and throws the bottle down the street and laughs as the little mouse runs and squeals from the burning hair on its body. Charlie screams with laughter, look son look how he's running look at that. Beau runs into the house and into his room crying while Charlie runs after him screaming. Son you’re no pansy it's just a stupid mouse. I can hear the anger in Charlie’s voice and know what coming next. I run down the hallway almost slipping on the rug, and see Charlie throwing things around. I try hard to think fast, Beau is scared and crying. I push through the doorway blocked with toys, to get in front of Charlie. He doesn’t seem to see me ‘cause I keep getting clipped by toy trucks and blocks being kicked and thrown around. I can feel Beau’s terror and all I can do is tuck my arms to my chest and squeeze my hands to my ears and try to push Charlie out of the room. He’s just a boy Charlie is all I keep telling him, he’s just a boy.

Reading at Flour Fusion

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from Lake Elsinore will present their work on

Friday . August 28 at 2 pm

at

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Come out and support this group of fantastic emerging writers.

Tracey Cooper

Salvador Vasquez

George Cadenas

Lettin go

I am lying on bed staring at the ceiling just thinking to what ever comes to mind. I wonder what I am really thinking of tho?? Could it be wat I might do for the way........wat I did last night.......?? Or maybe I'm just letting my mind go free. I start to look around in my room, seein how everything has either a meanin or memory to it. Startin with my TV, Wow!! This TV that I have is so old that its not even funny. You know how old it is?? Its so old that the VCR is built right into it. I think its time for a new one. Continuing to look around I come across my radio. Goin back into time to the day that I got it, all I can remember is that I know I got it for one of my birthdays. For a whole yr I never had turned it off. Well of course i did turn it off, but there was not one day that went by that I didn't turn it on. As I start to get up from the bed I look directly into my closet seein boxes an boxes of shoes, clothes on hangers, a hamper that was over flowin. Why did I have so much stuff I wonder. I grab my keys an begin to walk out the door. As I was walkin out the door I came to find that I knew wat I was thinkin of the whole time!! It was that I didn't know where I was goin to go. Maybe it was to the store, the mall, a friends house. Who knew. I was just goin to get in an DRIVE!! Just drive and drive an see where the roads take me.

The Way

The way of life my son hard times, haters imitaters and trageties drama so called karma, tears, emotions, the streets alcohol drugs, the pain, the stress many up and down's the struggles iv'e been through this world new faces, old faces, bruises old memory's scars the past my future my life, my family. Friends either good or bad success is my power god is my faith nagative i once knew but positive is my path. The way of everything iv'e written about has kept me going keeps me growing this is the way i am and definately won't let anything bring me down im going to keep rising keep shining and keep fighting to reach all my goals this is what iv'e faced and what i had to battle to open up my eye's and make me see the better way in life like i was once was told it can't rain forever ain't nothing changed but the weather it took some time to get my life together the way of life has made it all better.

The Gift

It was her 18th birthday. her mother had invited the whole family over for the surprise party that they were going to have for her. The time came to when she was standing outside the front door. Everyone kept quiet till the moment she stepped into the house. "SURPRISE!!" everyone yelled. She was shocked and greeted everyone that was there. She walked around to say hello to every that she had missed, she also saw the table full with gifts. But when she had walked into the kitchen though, she had noticed that there was just one gift that was sitting on the counter by its self. She wondered was it was doing there. Walking up to it so see who it was from, trying to see who's name was on it. But all it read was "To: Julie" Puzzled, and wondering who had left it?? The little box was rapped carefully with a ribbon around it.

The Body

Our body is a very complex thing if you really think about it, well in my opinion. How it works is just amazing to me. How it can heal its self from a cut or wound to getting an organ removed or fixed. I don't think that anyone can fully understand how it really works. Yeah we can read an study about it but to really understand it though?? Naw, you cant, I cant, we cant.

The Meal

Lets not talk about food right now. I haven't ate anything this morning besides the toast that my mom made for me before I left. I'm looking to leaving an getting something to eat. Sitting here writing about food and smelling the slice of pizza that the guy had, ain't helping not one bit. Boy would I give anything to leave right now and grab something to eat. Something like pasta mmmm..... Fettuccine Alfredo sounds really good with a side order of garlic bread. Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about.