Category: Short Stories

  • Graffiti

    I knew my fingers would never return to normal.  Not after what they had felt and what I had seen.  I wanted to go back to how it was when nobody paid any attention to me and when I could slide under the radar.  But now, I couldn’t walk down the hallways at school without…

  • Jordy’s Revenge

    “What have you done?” the headmaster bellowed, all eyes now turned to me as he stood over the lifeless body on playground. I turned around and looked behind me because surely everyone wasn’t thinking I had anything to do with the body. But in fact, he apparently was staring straight at me. I could feel…

  • The Unluckiest Man

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  • Inked

    The moment I got the tattoo I was scared. Scared my parents would see it and know what had really happened when I left for college. I had a fairly normal upbringing with sports, art and social activities, but my parents had always been against any kind of piercings or tattoos. The piercings I could…

  • The Wrong Lips

    “The lips seem wrong,” I heard Jerome mutter to himself. I sighed internally because I knew he was going to start all over again. We had a show in less than two weeks and he was obsessing over the lips on his third painting. He needed to have no less than ten paintings and he…

  • Keep it Clean

    “All I wanted to do was to take a shower and no one would let me!  Every time I went near the bathroom, someone would block the door.  I didn’t understand what was going on.”  Elizabeth acted indignant, but I knew she really just wanted everyone to listen to her. She was obsessed with being…

  • Professor Trelawney

    Hannah always wanted us to refer to her as the shaman of the group though none of us really understood why. She always wanted to be able to future and had somehow tricked some of our classmates that she actually could. She was beginning to have a following of people who wanted her to read…

  • The Cookie Monster

    I always knew my neighbor was a villain. Not a criminal, but a villain. He didn’t break any laws when he yelled at people for walking on the sidewalk in front of his house or driving too slowly down the street, but I think he thought someone was spying on him. All the time. I…

  • The Milk

    When the milk was gone, I knew we were in trouble.  Milk was a necessity in our house and when it was gone, I knew my mom was back in one of her ‘moods’.  We never knew when one of her moods was going to hit or how long it was going to last.  I…

  • The Laundromat

    Check out my story on Booked Solid in Santa Fe, a blog courtesy of the Santa Fe Public Library.