Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Paste
When his mother died, he didn’t know what to feel, grief or relief. A life of luxury, adventure and parties, endless parties with high end booze and drugs, now no more. Part of him felt lost, part of him felt liberated, from all the powerful, wealthy and filthy men, there was also this remaining part felt angry which was suppressed by numbness.
How do you suppose to feel that the woman who raised you was also the pimp, died before you could get an answer out of her, why did she hate you so much to do unspeakable things to you from a young age. The mother and son relationship was emotionless, copy and paste, repeatedly being showered with affections then thrown into another perpetrator’s den to endure the rejection.
His mother died, and his breakdown and healing have just begun.
Flicker of Thoughts 
May his healing begin. The booze and drugs alone could lead to addictions.
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Indeed..God can do the impossible.
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This. Is. So. Powerful. Cassa, really. This is writing that speaks beyond the sentences.
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Thank you Bree, I am truly humbled by your comment.
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It’s hard to believe only six sentences can create such a deep and vivid and disturbing world. This tale is incredibly intense. Each word and each sentence packs a punch. It’s so dark, too, but there’s perhaps hope in the end. Amazing writing, Cassa! 🙂
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Trauma is such a long road to freedom. But it has to start somewhere. Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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It’s devastating when the abuser is the one who should be the protector. I hope that the worst is over. Well written, Cassa. So meaningful. 🙂
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A new beginning starts. Hopefully it is a much brighter one.
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Very powerful and sad. The saddest part is there are likely relationships like this one in real life.
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Yap…there is a history of incest / child abuse in history in high society.
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A powerful no punches pulled tale, Cassa. Is it all the more obscene because it takes place in high society? Rather than say a poor, working class setting? The survivor, whatever his class, still has to bear the same tragedy and pain.
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Hi Ford, this micro story is actually based on a recent documentary ‘Tell Me Who Am I’:
https://g.co/kgs/F8Nr5G
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Hi Cassa. I just read the outline of that true story you linked, and it’s so harrowing. I felt sorry for the brother who tried to keep the horrible truth secret from his twin to protect him and also because he was so traumatised himself. It’s good that the truth finally came out (for both of them), and good you were inspired to write your micro story about what happened.
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That documentary stuck with me because it’s a different type of evil all together. Similar to what you said in the earlier commment, regardless which part of the the society, crime, trauma and pain are not prejudice.
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Some parents just don’t know how to be parents. She was so badly damaged herself she couldn’t help but inflict it on others. It’s so sad. I do hope healing begins.
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Hope, always hope, human beings are so very resilient.
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Ya gotta admit, the darkside of human nature makes the demons and devils of old fairy tales and myths look positively innocuous and innocent.
powerful story-telling.
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It’s impossible to see the light in such darkness, sometimes.
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“The woman who raised you was also the pimp”. A sad indictment of some part of human nature, selfishness, and lack of empathy to its core.
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You said it! Unimaginable, isn’t it. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Broken people creating more broken people. It’s so sad.
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These relationships that should be so simple really are often complicated instead. Powerful piece!
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