Unspoken Words

Hey yo guys I DID IT! It actually started to write something AND I completed it. Damn. I don’t even know what life is anymore.

I promised you that I’d post the story, so that’s what I’m doing now.
I hope you enjoy these 800-ish words.

Silent War

The argument they had was worse this time. A lot of screaming. A lot of yelling. Words unspoken and words that shouldn’t have been said.
It ended with him, storming out of the house in anger, face heated and blood boiling. The mother stayed inside. Brought out her handkerchief and wiped her damp eyes. She couldn’t see him, had never been able to, but the slam of the front door made sure she knew he was gone.

The day had started out quite normal. Like any other day, she’d followed him to school even though he didn’t need it and hadn’t done so for the last 10 years. And although his mother didn’t need it, he always held onto her, almost leading her the way, though she knew it by heart. For him it was a way to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, even if he knew she wouldn’t.

It was out of habit and routine, a comfort and safety thing. Even though she was the one who couldn’t see, she still wanted to protect him. He always let her, because he knew how much it meant to her, and no one had the nerve anymore to mock the guy being followed to school by his blind mother. Little kids were cruel, so he’d gotten teased for it when he was younger but now no one dared. He liked to think that the people he was surrounded with had grown kinder and more mature, and that it wasn’t his tough exterior that scared them off. Maybe he could throw a mean punch at anyone who really deserved it, and people knew that, but he didn’t want that to be the main factor.
Opposed to popular belief, he actually didn’t try to make people hate or fear him. It sort of just happened.

That’s why going to college and getting a fresh start was important to him. And he couldn’t do that here, surrounded by the same people he’d known all his life. He needed to get away. His mother he didn’t feel great about leaving behind, but he knew she would be fine on her own for a while. Maybe it would even be good for her too. This was him leaving for now, not leaving for good.

Somehow all that had gone lost in miscommunication, so she didn’t know that. No wonder her heart was breaking.

As she sat by the dining room table, she thought of how pointless this was. All it had done was start a silent war between them. Sometimes shots were fired, but most of the time they just stood silently on opposite sides, emotions and unsaid words whirling around inside of them. She much preferred the yelling over the silence, but neither were good with confrontation so it rarely happened.
There had never been a silence quite this loud and she was sick of it.

She wanted the best for him and she wanted him to live out his dreams. She hoped he would dare to take the leap in life, even if it meant crashing down sometimes. But most importantly of all she wished he knew, she’d be there for him until the day she’d die.
Telling him that now was crucial, if she didn’t want to push him further away. This time she had to put down her amour and accept the pain the truth would undoubtedly bring along.

Then she went to the small lake in the forest, because she knew he would be there. It had always been his safe spot, his thinking space and the place he sought comfort. Up until now he didn’t think she knew about it, but she always had. She just hadn’t said anything about it to him, because she wanted him to have that for himself.

He was sitting at the foot of an oak tree when she came into sight and somehow he instantly felt calmer.
Everything around him seemed to brighten up and a leave fell from the tree, as he stood up.
When she stood in front of him, it was like the words they thought they needed to fix it, suddenly weren’t necessary anymore.
This time there was silence, also in their minds. The winds had died down and the weapons lowered. The guards were down and they finally understood each other.
When he pulled her into a hug, neither let go for a very long time.

The next day when she walked him to school he gripped her arm and held on a bit tighter than he used to, as to reassure her he wasn’t gone yet. She squeezed back, letting him know it was okay, because as it turned out, he would be coming back again.


That was it for this story. I’m actually really pleased with the result and I’m proud of myself. This was inspired by something I saw when I was out with my friend. A guy helped a blind lady cross the road, or at least he walked with her.
I just really loved that and immediately wrote the ending down, though I had no clue it would be the ending and that it would turn out like this.

Fingers crossed that my friend likes it:)

Also guys, how do you like the featured image? I edited it myself! The photo is an old one of me, I took with my then bestfriend, and I thought it was perfect for this.

I’d love to hear your thoughts about the story, so please don’t  be shy to comment!

38 thoughts on “Unspoken Words

    1. Haha, I’m happy that you liked it, (and sorry for the laaaate reply), I hadn’t approved a bunch of comments and I just figured it out today… Oh but I guess better late than never right? 😛 Anyways, thanks for stopping by x


    1. That means a lot to hear 🙂 I accidentally haven’t approved a lot of comments, (I didn’t know you had to…), along with yours, that’s why I’m just replying now. I feel really stupid:P But of course I’ll have a look at your blog, if you’ll still have me that is stupid.


  1. Woah!!!! That’s a nice story…..
    You may not have good sense of humor but you certainly have that stairs telling art. I am jealous…..

    what’s the best part about blogging…. You get to know new bloggers and their amazing stories……

    PS: Pleasure meeting you(mind if I call you Cenorita for the time being????)
    Here is another guy with a bad sensed of humor

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    1. I kinda hate myself right now. I just found out that I had all of these comments waiting to be approved, (I didn’t know you had to do that), so my lack of reply is not because I’m rude I swear, I’m just a spazz! 😛 Aww thanks a lot! Exactly! I love connecting with other bloggers, and though I’m a year late, it’s nice to meet you too, fellow blogger with a peculiar sense of humour! Senorita is cool, so is Anika, (my name).

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      1. exact 1 year, its been!!! 😀
        oh come on it happens, don’t fret…..
        how you doing, Anika(that’s a very very pretty name)
        peculiar sense of humor, I’d like to take it as a compliment…..
        hope you don’t take a year to reply me this time 😀 😀

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