The story of the invisible little boy
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This is an actual memory that I adapted into a short story using my inner child's imagination. Some phrases I emphasized for my own benefit since they seem to be messages coming from my unconscious mind.
Jesse
This story is about a little boy who learned the secret of becoming invisible. Before the little boy learned the secret, he would always walk with his head down and was afraid to look at others in their eyes. The clothes he wore was often very old and torn, and his hair was dull and messed up from not washing it. The other little boys often laughed at him because of this and they stayed away and thought he was strange. So the little boy spent a lot of time alone reading books and he would walk by himself at night and remember things--he always hated to remember. This is one of his stories...
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A long time ago a little boy was born. He was not wanted by his parents because his father had believed the little boy was the son of another man who had slept with the mother. The mother knew this wasn't true, but the father still refused to believe her. This was unknown to the child, and the little boy always trusted his parents in whatever they did. He loved his parents more than anything and he wanted to be like his father when he grew up.
As the little boy got older, he began to notice things that bothered him. One night he remembers, the father came home very late and the door to the house was already locked. Because the father could not come in, he became angry and started yelling for someone to open the door. No one wanted to open the door. They were all scared and frightened from the yelling. The father even knocked on the windows and the thumping made the little boy's body shake all over and he couldn't make it stop.
"Mommy, why is Daddy mad?" said the little boy. "He drank too much," answered the mother. The little boy became more afraid of what was about to happen. The knocking got louder and louder. And the little boy's body trembled even more. The father started screaming nasty things to the mother and ordered her to open the door.
The mother became afraid and began to cry. She still did not open the door. The father was now very angry and he started to kick the door. His screams got louder and louder--and nastier.
Finally, using all his strength the father broke down the door. The door came crashing to the ground and it broke in two pieces. The father then began walking very slowly over to the mother; he could not walk straight. He then told the mother that this was the last time she would ever do that to him again because he was going to kill her. The mother became terrified and screamed for help. Nobody heard except the little boy.
The little boy ran and cried out to his father: "Daddy, please don't kill Mommy!" But the father would not listen. He pushed the little boy out of the way and grabbed the mother. He then punched her in the face and took her by the shoulders using both hands and pushed her back and she fell on the floor. The mother was now laying on the floor and the father then sat on top of the mother's stomach to stop her from getting up and he began to punch her in the face over and over again. Her face was dripping red.
"You will never do that to me again! Do you hear me you stupid bitch!?" The mother could not talk. She was crying like the little boy. When the little boy saw what had happened, he became very sad and confused.
Why did Daddy hit Mommy? Why didn't Mommy just open the door? She left it closed and Daddy wanted to come in. It was my fault for not opening the door for Daddy to come in. The little boy then saw that the mother was silent. "Mommy, are you asleep?"
"Go to bed now!" commanded the mother. "But Mommy--" "Go to bed now or I'll tell Daddy to hit you too!" The little boy did not understand why he needed to go to bed, but because he was scared of the father he obeyed and left in tears.
The little boy could not sleep and he was shaking under his covers. Why did Mommy send me to bed? I must be bad. Daddy doesn't love me because I didn't open the door. Mommy doesn't love me because I don't listen to her after she fights with Daddy. I must be a very bad boy. One day I will be a good boy. They will see that I am a good boy and they won't have to fight anymore. I have to be a good little boy. I will try harder to be good.
But the little boy was never good enough. The father and mother still fought. So the boy just gave up one day.
I guess I'm just a bad little boy and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll hide from Daddy and Mommy instead and then they won't have to see me when I'm bad.
And so the little boy one day went searching and found a magic potion that allowed anyone who drank it to become invisible. The little boy had been looking for a way to hide so the father and the mother could not see that he was bad and he finally found the secret to do it. The little boy drank the potion and never again did the father and mother see him. And the little boy was amazed because whenever he was invisible he never saw the father and the mother fight.
So the little boy decided to remain invisible. And the other children never laughed at the little boy again because they could not see him. Life was so much better being invisible. It was so good the little boy decided to become invisible forever--he drank the whole potion so he would never have to go back again.
No one knows what happened to the little boy after that.
--From the memories of Little Jesse
This is an actual memory that I adapted into a short story using my inner child's imagination. Some phrases I emphasized for my own benefit since they seem to be messages coming from my unconscious mind.
Jesse
This story is about a little boy who learned the secret of becoming invisible. Before the little boy learned the secret, he would always walk with his head down and was afraid to look at others in their eyes. The clothes he wore was often very old and torn, and his hair was dull and messed up from not washing it. The other little boys often laughed at him because of this and they stayed away and thought he was strange. So the little boy spent a lot of time alone reading books and he would walk by himself at night and remember things--he always hated to remember. This is one of his stories...
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A long time ago a little boy was born. He was not wanted by his parents because his father had believed the little boy was the son of another man who had slept with the mother. The mother knew this wasn't true, but the father still refused to believe her. This was unknown to the child, and the little boy always trusted his parents in whatever they did. He loved his parents more than anything and he wanted to be like his father when he grew up.
As the little boy got older, he began to notice things that bothered him. One night he remembers, the father came home very late and the door to the house was already locked. Because the father could not come in, he became angry and started yelling for someone to open the door. No one wanted to open the door. They were all scared and frightened from the yelling. The father even knocked on the windows and the thumping made the little boy's body shake all over and he couldn't make it stop.
"Mommy, why is Daddy mad?" said the little boy. "He drank too much," answered the mother. The little boy became more afraid of what was about to happen. The knocking got louder and louder. And the little boy's body trembled even more. The father started screaming nasty things to the mother and ordered her to open the door.
The mother became afraid and began to cry. She still did not open the door. The father was now very angry and he started to kick the door. His screams got louder and louder--and nastier.
Finally, using all his strength the father broke down the door. The door came crashing to the ground and it broke in two pieces. The father then began walking very slowly over to the mother; he could not walk straight. He then told the mother that this was the last time she would ever do that to him again because he was going to kill her. The mother became terrified and screamed for help. Nobody heard except the little boy.
The little boy ran and cried out to his father: "Daddy, please don't kill Mommy!" But the father would not listen. He pushed the little boy out of the way and grabbed the mother. He then punched her in the face and took her by the shoulders using both hands and pushed her back and she fell on the floor. The mother was now laying on the floor and the father then sat on top of the mother's stomach to stop her from getting up and he began to punch her in the face over and over again. Her face was dripping red.
"You will never do that to me again! Do you hear me you stupid bitch!?" The mother could not talk. She was crying like the little boy. When the little boy saw what had happened, he became very sad and confused.
Why did Daddy hit Mommy? Why didn't Mommy just open the door? She left it closed and Daddy wanted to come in. It was my fault for not opening the door for Daddy to come in. The little boy then saw that the mother was silent. "Mommy, are you asleep?"
"Go to bed now!" commanded the mother. "But Mommy--" "Go to bed now or I'll tell Daddy to hit you too!" The little boy did not understand why he needed to go to bed, but because he was scared of the father he obeyed and left in tears.
The little boy could not sleep and he was shaking under his covers. Why did Mommy send me to bed? I must be bad. Daddy doesn't love me because I didn't open the door. Mommy doesn't love me because I don't listen to her after she fights with Daddy. I must be a very bad boy. One day I will be a good boy. They will see that I am a good boy and they won't have to fight anymore. I have to be a good little boy. I will try harder to be good.
But the little boy was never good enough. The father and mother still fought. So the boy just gave up one day.
I guess I'm just a bad little boy and there's nothing I can do about it. I'll hide from Daddy and Mommy instead and then they won't have to see me when I'm bad.
And so the little boy one day went searching and found a magic potion that allowed anyone who drank it to become invisible. The little boy had been looking for a way to hide so the father and the mother could not see that he was bad and he finally found the secret to do it. The little boy drank the potion and never again did the father and mother see him. And the little boy was amazed because whenever he was invisible he never saw the father and the mother fight.
So the little boy decided to remain invisible. And the other children never laughed at the little boy again because they could not see him. Life was so much better being invisible. It was so good the little boy decided to become invisible forever--he drank the whole potion so he would never have to go back again.
No one knows what happened to the little boy after that.
--From the memories of Little Jesse
