Tag: death

  • 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…

  • Monsters

    Just after I died, I sat up.  I hadn’t expected my plan to go so well, but everyone had been convinced I was dead.  I knew I had precious little time to make it out of the house before everyone came back to do my final funeral preparations.  I knew my parents were especially suspicious…

  • 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…

  • Gratitude

    I wanted to feel an overwhelming crash of gratitude, but could only trigger disappointment.  The wave crashed harder with each passing day.  Adam had to notice me and with each glance he seemed to look right through me.  There was never a smile, never a lingering glance, nothing.  All I had really wanted was to be his…

  • Science

    “No way you found teeth on your walk.  We live in the city.  People walk these streets all day every day.  Someone would have picked them up before you.”  My father stared at me as if he was begging me to contradict him.  He would never let anything he considered magical or untrue into the…

  • The Waterfalls

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  I heard the waterfalls long before we made it.  This is the moment I had been waiting for, for six years and I couldn’t quite believe I made it.  Even though I had been hiking and training for months, I was winded. My heart was beating fast, but I couldn’t tell…

  • Red Rose

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew the only thing that needed to move to the new house was the rose. The single red rose was the last memory I had of Johnson. This memory needed to stay with me forever. I wondered how I could keep the rose alive when in reality, I knew…

  • A Death in the Family

    “Are you even sad?  Have you even cried?”  Ryan crossed his arms and stared at me.  “What do you want me to do?  Scream?  Cry?  Make a scene?  What, exactly?”  I waited for his reaction, for him to tell me how I should be acting in the wake of our father’s death.  “I want you…

  • The Gravestone

    Everything changed the day I found my name and birthdate on the gravestone.  As I stared at the marker, I could feel the bile rise from my stomach.  Everyone knew I came to this cemetery to take photos for my photography profile. But who would go to this extent to put my name, birthdate and…

  • Final Explosion

    “All he wanted to know was if the plan was successful.  He didn’t ask how I was, how you were, how the family was.  Why do you continue to let him return?  Why is he always coming back?”  I wanted to scream.  To shout.    “Sam, I’m not sure why you ever thought Dad was…