روايات وقصص ضمن My Evil Mother Atwood

She growled at me, her red eyes glaring at me. “You were the mistake; that’s why Mother hated you,” she snapped, breathing out. I chuckled dryly. “Mother never hated me; she was harsh on me because she knew how evil you would turn out. She tried to change you with her motherly affection, but she didn’t know you were a rotten egg, and she should have gotten rid of you long ago before you sent her to an early grave. Mother was a goddess, the moon goddess, but you sought the forbidden sword and stabbed your mother in the back because you couldn’t get what you wanted. How evil can you get?” I asked. Standing above her. She smirked.

Then why, I begin to wonder, do I feel the voices in my soul? The vision before me has long disappeared. In this delirium, I witness now the visage, the memory, of a mother leading her child into the brush. Sorrow, deception, murder welling beneath the darkened shells of her eyes as she lures the child to his doom. She gazes at the stars, as oblivious as I am to the child’s muffled moans of agony as the knife pierces his flesh. This is where everything seems to come to an end. The mother smiles malevolently, but I would shed tears for her if there were any that remained, for she knows not what she is doing, nor the curse that will soon be wrought upon her. I should know, better than anyone.

The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left Until in a few minutes, Evie's coffin was not visible. Now there is only solid soil that has begun to cover the grave. Olivia hugged her mother who wasn't strong enough to let go of Evie's body, her mother was really fragile. Olivia was reminded of a moth with wings that would make any animal think twice about attacking it. The moth's wings have a pattern like a pair of eyes of a sinister creature that lives in a dark world formed by thousands of deaths, but on the other hand the moth's wings are so fragile that they can be easily crushed with a single touch. That's what her mother was like in Olivia's eyes

“You are not alone. I too am glad actually.” My eyes passed to my mother for a moment before returning to Elaine. Despite the two of us talking about her aunt, her own bloodline, Elaine looks calm as she listened to us. She even joined our conversation slowly, starting by saying, “…I guess I’m evil too.” Me and my mother went silent as we listened to what she wanted to say. Elaine paused, fiddling her fingers for a few moments as she cast down her eyes. The dark glimmer on the violet hue of her irises turned bright when she pulled her gaze up.

“It was Greta all along. I never suspected Nick like she wanted us to. She worked with Nicola to have me and the kids kidnapped…” “Lies! Those are all lies from this evil woman! You all don’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth. Have you all forgotten her mother was a dark wolf? She’s as evil as her mother! They are all evil beings!” Mother screamed at the top of her voice. I was appalled by her constant change of emotion. Here she was trying to make things right and now she’s going hysterical.

It was as if she only asked that question in passing. They came back home, and my mother went into my room for the first time in her life. Books were strewn about haphazardly on my desk. She picked up a random one and flicked through a few pages. After a beat, she clenched her knuckles. I highlighted a lot of points in the chapters outlining the effects of biological families on a person and thoughts of self-harm. The pages were hanging to the spine loosely and would get torn out if someone so much as tugged them the wrong way.

Day Six There are so many memories in my brain now. I can smell my mother. I see my father. The fight that started this mess. Why? It is hard for me to understand why a garden built for humans can cause so much pain and suffering. The truth. The ugly hidden truth about the topside and the humans living there. The garden is home to everything needed to end the topside. Somehow in this mess, my mother became the caretaker of evil. When humans failed the garden and were tossed out my mother was the only one left there. No way out.

… The next morning, I took a day off to bring Natalie to the mall. I bought her a new dress and a new backpack. Everything that was hers had to be brand new. We shopped, had a good meal, and went to the movies. For once, we did everything an ordinary mother and daughter would do. That day, Natalie finally broke out into a bright smile. … In the afternoon, I received an unexpected call. It was from my mother-in-law, Catherine Brown. Her cries filled my ears as soon as the call was connected. "Whitney, you heartless woman! Haven't you ruined Arnold enough? What more do you want?" Catherine's high-pitched tone stabbed at my ear.

she hissed. "Why? Are you offended?" I said challengingly. "Isn't that right? You are the mother of two children. Peter and Eva. After what they went through, as a mother, are you not moved at all? If not, then what I said earlier is true. You lived longer than them, so your evil nature has been deeply ingrained and is difficult to change. Your two children, they tried to change themselves for the better after several bad events. You? I think you and your evil nature will only die together." Moira's face turned red. I didn't care about her. It wasn't my fault she would receive a fairly severe sentence.

But this time, it wasn't cold, condescending, or disgusted—it was broken, hesitant, and quiet. "Can we talk? Let me explain everything! I know what I have done is terrible. But I am your mother. I have—" "Please!" I held up my hand. "Don't call yourself a mother!" Finally, I shifted my attention to her. "Some people don't deserve to be a mother. And certainly, your role fits as a monster. A woman who would watch her husband beat her toddler. A woman who would watch other people bully but ask the child to suck it up. A woman who pressed her child's neck against the floor to kill the innocent child. A woman—" I took a deep breath, my voice shaking as I looked straight into her eyes,