Tag: 250 words

  • The Photographer

    I recognized Henry Blakenship as soon as I saw him. He was the face behind the camera that had documented my biggest fails. The secrets he revealed to the world resulted in my downfall and the decimation of my reputation. Henry had no regard for privacy and would now be basking in the glory of the…

  • Talking Trees

    “The house is perfect,” I whispered. “I don’t want to live anywhere else. I can’t live anywhere else.” I turned slowly to look at all the trees surrounding the property. I had always dreamed of being surrounded by large trees because they always reminded me of the house my grandparents lived in. I was obsessed…

  • The Warehouse

    “I always knew there was something funny about this place,” Amanda whispered into my ear. We were lying in the field, staring at what was supposed to be an abandoned warehouse.  “It has to be some kind of jail, right? Do they run experiments in jail? Maybe it’s some kind of secret operation?” I was…

  • The Earthquake

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  • The Baker

    “Your great grandmother was revered for her bread baking.” My aunt’s eyes started to mist as she told the story of Edna’s bread baking. There was nothing spectacular about Edna’s bread – no magical powers, no new recipes, nothing extra added. Nothing. I still couldn’t figure out why we were still telling stories about such…

  • The Bogeyman

    My greatest nightmare was coming to life just like I had dreamed. Just like the bogeyman had planned. My closet was his passage to access the real world though I knew he was only here for me. Everyone told me it was impossible. But I knew I had accidentally invited him in. Accidentally opened the…

  • The Architect

    I didn’t know nerves until I started my first day of my senior year of college. Until that sunny September day, I had never had an identity crisis. But the first step into the cool, dimly lit library, I felt my perception of life change. The truth was I had spent my entire life thinking…

  • The Mantel

    Henry was the only pet I had ever mourned. The only one I truly missed after his death. But it was weird, I was constantly seeing him. Hearing him. Dreaming about him. At first, I had been comforted by the thought his soul would always be with me, but everything changed the day my grandfather…

  • The Assistant

    From the day I could talk, I knew fame and celebrity was calling my name. I told everyone around me about the journey I was destined for. As soon as I could hold a pencil, I started to draw and the older I got, the better my drawings became. Throughout school, I took every theatre…

  • The Orphans

    As I stared at the once magnificent building, I wondered about the children who had grown up there. Did they survive? Were they traumatized? Were they leading productive lives? Teachers, doctors and lawyers? Growing up, I had heard the stories about the children who were abandoned on the doorstep of the orphanage. But that’s what…