Tag: flash story

  • 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…

  • The Shed

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  As I stood on the sidewalk, I couldn’t decide if I should call the police or check out the shed by myself. I knew the man had come this way, but where could he have gone? Was he really hiding inside the shed or was he just waiting for me?…

  • 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 –…

  • Ashes to Ashes

    PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox  I knew from the moment I walked in, I would never leave and I would never eat anywhere else. Every meal was prepared right in front of my eyes with a smile and a nod. The chef and I never had a conversation as our languages were so diverse, so…

  • Hidden

    I had always been adept at the art of being able to hide.  To disappear. My proficiency at hiding in plain sight came about mainly because I had always been suspicious of other people.  My father had always been wary of others spying on our family and did everything in his power to pass along his…

  • Comfort and Lies

    All I wanted was the comfort of my own room.  My own place where I could be myself and not have to talk to anyone.  But I knew I wouldn’t have a room to myself anytime soon so I resigned myself to having to share.  At least I shared a room with Ashley and not…

  • The Wedding Dress

    The single photograph I had of my mother was from her wedding day.  And it was only of her.  Though I had no memories of my mother, the stories I had made up over the years about her childhood, college days and marriage to my father filled notebook upon notebook that I stashed on the…

  • The Family Business

    I never wanted to be part of the family business. But I knew I had to. My sense of duty overweighed my happiness. At least for the time being. I was being paid well and with a steal on mortgage rates, most of my paycheck went to my savings account. I was simply counting down…