This is going to be my stories page, none of the stories on here are mine. There just ones that i found interesting and thought i'd share them with you. This page is being partically dedicated to Dan, because alot of the stiories on here are by Matthew Good, and i know how much he loves him! :) muhaha

THE UNIVERSE OF ONE
By Matthew Good
One can attain immortality through one's own children. That's not to say that things always work out as planned. Just that they work.
The years sped like clouds in wrathful passing. Last year she was 25, this year she's 42. Somewhere along the way she encountered a man. And
Then, some years later, they had a child. Then, some years after that, the man left. It is not unlike men to leave. Parents die slow deaths so that their young rally in their stead and get a little back for their sake. Some men, the good ones, know the difference between aiding in this principle and foolishly battling against it. But it is not unlike men to leave.
In the mornings she would often find herself staring at the seat of her chair, contemplating the years she spent sitting in it. The carefree days of hoping to be a cruise ship events coordinator were far away. Here she painted coral and the word MAUI. Somewhere else presumably in MAUI, tourists purchased the coral and send it to the people back home that they cared little for.
She named her son Jack. She had always liked that name. She did not know a great many things. She was lucky.
When Jack was born, his father, who had also worked at a factory, accidentally dropped him. The boy tumbled from his grasping hands to the floor and sustained massive head injuries, from that day on Jack became what professionals like to call special. Jack's father left, afraid he would kill the boy by accident in the future, or so the story went. Jack never did learn to speak like normal people. He never did learn to swear or talk to girls with his friends. He had no friends. As it turns out special people only have friends on specific days of the week, depending on the state of health care. One life, no chair, and friends with union benefits.
The day it happened she was doing what she always did. She was sitting painting coral. Then she was painted the letters blue and put the finished product in a box. The box was collected and taken to another table. And someone at that table glued a plastic dolphin on to it. And that's how it had been going for almost 30 years. The day that it happened was no different.
The morning Jack hadn't eaten. Some days he ate, some he didn't. It depended on his mood. The friends of special people rarely tried to push the matter. If he didn't want to eat then they didn't bother trying to make him. They went back to playing cards and let him sit in his wheelchair, staring out the window. On that particular afternoon Jacks eyes closed and never opened again. His mother, to whom jack was everything, was most likely painting coral when her son slipped quietly away. Perhaps Jack had no comprehension concerning the ramifications of mortality and his part in it.
Jack was discovered by the friends of special people. They thought he was sleeping. His mother walked into the room, ran her fingers
Through his hair, and realized that he was cold. And she was left there, alone to rediscover that horrible truth. It is not unlike men to leave.
One day, not so long ago, the world came to an end, a women stands on a beach, her feet brushed by the advancing and retreating water. In her hands she holds a piece of coral emblazoned with a word and a little dolphin. She is standing on that word. She is looking out to the sea, talking to her son.

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