Category: 250 words

  • Good For

    “That’s all he’s good for, really.”  I tossed the picture of Eric off to the side and started sorting the next stack.  I was ready to move on.  “So are you really going to push him aside just like that?  After all you two have been through?”  Samantha started stacking the books in piles that didn’t make any sense,…

  • The Swing

    “I did all my homework at that swing,” I said pointing at the old tire swing hanging in the open field.  “And wrote all my stories for the paper there.”  The tire swing looked as if no one had used it in years.  When I still lived at home, I had tried to oil the tire a few times…

  • Discreet

    “Please be discreet,” I though as the principal walked into the classroom.  We were in the middle of a test that I didn’t know any of the answers to so even though I was trying, my mind kept wandering.  As I watched the principal confer with our history teacher, I knew it had to be about what…

  • Chaotic

    “This looks a bit more chaotic than what you’ve done in the past,” Mr. Ross told me as he crossed his arms.  “Life is chaotic,” I stammered.  I didn’t really want to tell my teacher what really was going on.  It was really none of his business.  He couldn’t do anything about my personal life.  I knew I couldn’t,…

  • Small Time

    “That’s small-time life for you,” I told my cousin.  “Everyone knows everyone and everything.”    “I know, but sometimes I hope people will forget to notice.  And that they won’t talk and won’t start rumors.”  Eliza had taken off her shoes and was dipping her toes into the lake.  “I think you’d have to move to a bigger city for that to happen. …

  • Pictures

    “If you come this weekend, I swear it will be a party you’ll never forget,” Joe said the third time he called in the last thirty minutes.  “Why are you desperate for me to come to this one party?  You’ve never really been into going to parties before now.”  I cradled my cell phone against…

  • Vanishing Act

    “You’re the only one who hasn’t let me down,” I whispered.  “Why do you have to leave me now?”  “I have to go,” Sarah whispered back.  “I can’t stay here any longer.  If I don’t go back to college they are not going to let me back in with my scholarships.  I’ll be back as much as…

  • Pack Your Bags

    “Oh sure, ship me off and make me somebody else’s problem,” I said to my mother.  “I know you never wanted me to come back anyway.”  “Go ahead and pack your bags.  You have ten minutes and I expect you to be gone.” I sighed as I watched her turn on her heels and walk down…

  • Sincere

    “There was not an ounce of sincerity in his apology,” I told my therapist.  “There was nothing.  I don’t believe anything he told me.”  I took a deep breath before I continued.  I wasn’t sure how much to tell her because I honestly don’t know how much I trusted her.  I had not written down…

  • Stomping

    I stomped into the house after a long day of working at the library.  I knew why I was irritated, but there were too many problems for me to solve in one day.  All I wanted was for the managers to do their jobs, but apparently that was too much to ask.  Today they had…