Category: Short Stories

  • The Shed

    I pushed open the old, creaky door and wondered if I really wanted to look inside the shed. I knew the noises had been coming from the shed, but wasn’t sure if I was ready to know what exactly was making the noises. I had hidden under my blankets all night, hoping and praying that…

  • Underwater

    I had always been afraid of the water. My brother had thought it would be funny to push me in the lake when I was five and I have never fully recovered. I forgave my brother fairly quickly because at that point none of us knew how afraid I was of the water. It was the…

  • Hunted

    “I didn’t mean to kill her.  I didn’t mean to kill her.  I didn’t mean to kill her,” I kept repeating the line to myself as I drove home.  I made sure not to speed as I didn’t want to get pulled over.  I knew if I got pulled over, I would tell all of…

  • The Traitor

    I always thought the greatest sin would be to disobey my parents, but I learned quickly that was not the truth. The greatest sin would be to obey their every word. Instead of being told what I wanted, I had finally learned to think on my own. I didn’t want to go to church every…

  • Caught

    All I wanted to do was relax, but I could never find a second to myself.  I knew if I didn’t process what happened the night before, I would never be able to survive.  I could never survive another night under this house if I had to explain my actions to anyone else.  Or defend…

  • The Deep End

    I knew Greg would go off the deep end as soon as the story dropped.  I knew I had to prepare.  But I didn’t know how to. Even though we had been friends for years, I still didn’t know how he would react to certain situations. Half the time I didn’t think he was really…

  • Friends Forever

    I always wondered what kind of a friend I was. Was I the confidant? The rebel? The scapegoat? I wandered from group to group during middle and high school just to see what would happen. Who would accept me? Where could I be my odd self and not worry about what was being said when…

  • Elect

    I was desperate to be elected class president.  It was everything I had worked and dreamed for.  I knew I would finally be accepted if I could only win at something.  And that something had to be the presidency.  Otherwise, all of my plans would be for naught.  Everything had started when I was in…

  • Football

    Growing up, I had never had an interest in football, but always managed to fall in love with football players.  Thus, I was required to attend every single football game my boyfriend was playing in.  Most of the time, I had to make up my own games so I wouldn’t be bored to tears watching…

  • Consistent

    “If nothing else, at least you were consistent,” I said as Flynn drove away. “Consistent enough for me to know exactly what was going to happen today and prepare myself.”   I stopped muttering to myself as I noticed two teenagers give me a wide berth on the sidewalk. I smiled sweetly at them –…