Father Day Stories Novels & Stories

"City? Yes!" It's his lucky day that I am the kidnapper. I let him hold Six's leash as we toured around the city near Cardozen. Squandering dough to spoil him with sweets, he's also satisfying me with his stories about his father. "Dad said she enchanted that eggplant to beat up the bad guys' balls and saved the day! then he'll smile on his own and tell us 'that was how I met your mother.'" He told the story by mimicking actions, and I can't help but laugh with him.

"Hayden, out uptown. You are trying to distract me; I want the story." "I'm not. If you want the story, then I will tell it to you when you are on top of me. That or nothing." I squirmed "Fine, tell me." I had a feeling he was looking for a way to avoid telling me the story, but I was not going to give him one. "Fine, Father believed that my mom was cheating on him with her best friend from behind, and one time they had quarreled was on her way back to him, but she died before she could do so."

Father asked. "Oh, it was just in a random alley." He said and met my eyes and winked. "You see, I was having a bad day. My folks always fight every night that it was hard for me to bear." He said. "So there I was, sitting alone in the alley drinking a bottle of beer when your daughter came by. Our gazes met. She smiled. I fell in love. The end." Well, that story sucks! And he changed it! Men were ganging up on him!

Mom cried, urging me not to, since he's my father. She recalled countless things from the past in front of everyone. She recalled how good they had been to me over the years. Back in elementary school, my brother got a perfect score and excitedly brought it home to show Mom and Dad. Dad was too engrossed in smoking in the yard to look up. Mom was busy cooking for me in the kitchen, so she just gave a perfunctory nod and told him not to be too arrogant. Then, I also came home.

He looked at me and I smiled back at him waving my hands, telling him to go on, like he understands it, he then continued introducing his Dad. "Uhmn, right here is my Daddy, his name is Daddy Clyde, he loves me a lot and my mommy too. Every day before I go to sleep my daddy will always read a storybook to me until I fall asleep. I am proud of my dad because he helps a lot of people with his business. That’s all, thank you." He said bowing his head before looking at his Daddy who bares a loving smile and a proud look at him. Everyone clapped their hands, Some parents smiled at me and whispered “You have a wonderful family.” Which makes me smile.

I didn’t want to lie to my father anymore then I have. “Yeah ok, I’ll send you some in a bit ok. I got to go my dad’s back.” I hung up the phone, and put it into my pocket and went to greet my father. My father was really happy talking about how he was talking to this lady today at coffee, she was really nice and asked him to meet him for dinner. It was cute to see him get all excited over a date, my mother passed away when I was 3 years old from cancer. He hasn’t dated since besides the odd conversations, I was so happy to see him willing to meet someone knew.

He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal. "I've been in London for five years," Julian continued, his voice echoing off the book-lined walls. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand the sight of my father’s greed. But then I get a call. He’s in a coma. And he’s married to a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. A girl from the Vance family—a family of bankrupt liars." He stopped in front of her again. "My father’s lawyers want to throw you out on the street. They want to call the police and have you investigated for elder abuse. For murder."

My father arrived mid-morning, bringing with him a gust of fresh air and a deliberate, cheerful ignorance of the antiseptic smell of my room. He spent a solid half hour entertaining me with stories about his afternoon at the park with Sam. It was a masterclass in deflection; he navigated the conversation like a minefield, carefully stepping around any mention of my monitors or the reason I was stuck in this bed.

They had cheese and bread to fill themselves up, a typical poor-man’s meal, and his father’s cheesy laugh and large body was enough to shelter under the baking summer sun. At home, his father was a very different man. He is a very committed reader while daily tending to their crops and other flora. When he’s on the road, however, he opens like a book. Telling stories like how a traveler gathers his stories and shares them with others. “Hey bud, I have something to tell you…” He would start before sliding into stories which included myths and monsters. He will not remember these stories, but he will remember the way his father shares them. The words flow as smooth as silk dangling down his sk

It took a lot of convincing for Noah to get me out of the house. I haven’t even been able to be with another man during this year, and I haven’t wanted to either. Noah, Finn and I walked inside the house and split up. Noah to the kitchen, and me and Finn to the living room. “Mommy, tell me about daddy,” Finn pleaded. Every night was the same, he didn’t want bedtime stories, he wanted to know about his father. “Your dad was so funny. He knew how to make mommy laugh with all the crazy things he said. He was strong and brave so when mommy found out she was pregnant, I knew I had to name you after him because you would also be wonderful just like him,” I told him.