Tag: 250 words

  • The Cradle

    I knew the cradle would be a problem the moment I walked in. I knew Max meant well, but this cradle was out of control. The cradle was just about the ugliest thing I had ever seen and looked like it was going to fall apart any second. I took a deep breath and wondered…

  • The Car

    I knew the car would be a problem before I even saw it. Greg’s idea of a working car was completely different from my idea of a working car. All Greg needed was something that would start. I needed something that actually ran well. A car I knew I could rely on. A car I…

  • Cobwebs

    The cobwebs were there as soon as I woke up.  What had happened last night?  Where had I gone and with who?  I knew I hadn’t any alcohol to drink so why was I feeling so foggy this morning?  Why couldn’t I remember anything I did last night?  As I stared at the ceiling, I…

  • Nightmares

    I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t have nightmares. They came hurtling out of nowhere and could be triggered by a single smell. A single noise. A single touch. As much as I tried meditating, yoga, running, any and all forms of exercise, I couldn’t get rid of my nightmares. I tried exhausting myself…

  • The Ghost

    Growing up, I never believed in ghosts.  Until I did.  My downfall was the night I spent at Amelia’s house.  Sleepovers at Amelia’s were a regular occurrence and our favorite nighttime activity was telling scary stories.  Amelia’s family were staunch believers in the Bible and absolutely did not believe in ghosts.  Which led us to…

  • Wander Away

    I had always had the tendency to wander away. It drove my parents crazy and I can’t count how many stores where I had to find a security guard or employee to help me back to my parents. As I grew older, I realized I had a desire to get lost, mainly because it allowed…

  • The Bully

    “You have until tomorrow at 1 PM to tell me what happened. After that, there will be repercussions.” Sandy turned and left the same way she came in. I had known she was on to me, but I hadn’t realized how close she was. It was time to start on Plan B. Plan B would…

  • Someone to Blame

    “I know you need someone to blame. But that someone is not me. And it will never be me.” Hillary pointed her finger into my face and her blush started creeping up her neck. I watched her start to sweat and knew it was her tell. I knew she was the one who had keyed…

  • The Neighbor

    Photo by Tom Rumble on Unsplash  As the ambulance approached my neighbor’s house, I wondered who it was picking up.  I hoped it wasn’t Mr. Cooper.  He was the only neighbor who understood me, much less talked to me.  Everyone else on the street often pretended I didn’t exist and often crossed the street if we were walking…