Death By Dad Farts Book Novels & Stories

Dad damn near tackled me on the front walk, hugging me so hard my tits almost crushed against his chest. He smelled like sawdust—blame that on his strange wood chopping hobby— and the same old cranberry cologne he’s worn since Mom died. “My baby graduated!” he kept screaming at the top of his voice, like he couldn’t believe it. Not that I could blame him. I had a really hard time after mum died. Sometimes, I’m equally surprised I managed to get through college at all. “You’re just in time for poker night! The boys are all around.”

I remember how excited I was about the water camping trip, you know being a child who absolutely adored the water , and having my dad just come up one day and say that we are leaving in the next two hours to Philly water park with our yatch made my day totally, but I kind of noticed that they both looked too bright eyed and frantic, which I just dismissed as excitement. But when we did get into the yatch I noticed something odd, my dad was the one steering it, he never does that and mum came out without any makeup too, but I still brushed it off, until I stepped out to talk to my dad and found him in the water hands flailing, but before I managed to pull him out he was white and dead , ran

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

"Dad's so awful! He's trying to report you for taking bribes during surgery. He's trying to get you banned from being a doctor! "You didn't even take the money, you gave it back to the patient! But Dad believes Denise, and he didn't even bother to check! "Mom, please! Please don't die. I don't want to be dead anymore, especially with a Dad like that." I didn't know if my sadness was affecting her, but through my tear-filled eyes, I thought I saw her fingers twitch. My heart leaped with hope, and for a brief, shining moment, I thought she might wake up.

He could make you feel small with just a look, and that stupid smirk of his could annoy me so much. “He died unexpectedly.” I started. I hadn’t talked about my dad’s death in some time. Once I was pregnant, that took all the attention away from everything else. "Mom called me, telling me dad had died. He was sick and had pneumonia, but nothing really serious. Healthy people don’t die from having pneumonia.” “So what happened?" Cas asked, his thumb moving back and forth over my stomach.

That's straight-up murder! [You monster! You sacrificed your own kid for views?] The very last frame before the signal cut was Dad's twisted, panic-stricken face. It wasn't because he'd lost me, though. It was because he knew the public persona he'd crafted carefully had just gone up in flames. … The cops arrived. So did the ambulance, though it was purely for show at this point. The doctor did a brief check before pulling a white sheet over me. My time of death was two hours ago, which was right when Dad had taken his first sip of champagne. It was right when he'd looked into the camera and said that I had incredible acting.

When Mary came to clean the house that morning, she found the place in complete disarray, and Dad looked as though he had aged ten years overnight. He sat motionless on the couch, surrounded by a small mountain of cigarette butts. Mary thought he was devastated because of my death. She offered a few gentle words and quickly cleaned up. Dad didn't respond. He only stared at the bone sculpture in front of him, his hands trembling nonstop. None of Mary's words really sank in. The only thing that stayed with him was what she said at the end. "Mr. Wade, the dead are gone. You have to pull yourself together. Ms. Wade wouldn't want to see you like this from heaven."

‘Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.’ -Haruki Murakami Ember Killian and Bastet stood close by me watching down each end of the hallway we were in as I stood at the door of the room my father was in. My mind was racing with the possibilities of how this was possible. How did he survive and my mom not know it?

The first thing I got was what looked like a normal picture album. Expect, it had pictures of interrogations. However, I had a feeling every single person in this book was dead. There was a before and after picture. Hundreds were lined with dried blood along the edges. Dad didn’t even wash his hands before he put this together. Dirt covered the corners, an obvious worm line ran across the front and it smelled like death. Flipping to the back, I was surprised to see the dead men that dad left on our doorstep. That meant all these were recent.

Dad replied. He turned to Mom and Felix, asking for their opinion. They both agreed with him that they would drag my body to the back of the mountain and bury me, letting me vanish from the world without a sound. After her gaze swept over them a few times, Grandma neither agreed nor disagreed. She only said, "Bring his body inside the house and lay him on the bed." Inside the room, the three of them stood silently around my body, waiting for Grandma to speak. She shakily reached into a cabinet and pulled out an old, worn diary before handing it to Dad.