Tag: flash story

  • Wishful Thinking

    Growing up, all I did in class was daydream.  I was constantly getting in trouble for staring out the window, wishing I was outside.  I hated having to stay inside and wondered why we couldn’t have class outdoors.  My parents were constantly getting emails from my teachers about how I never paid attention, but most of the…

  • The Ocean

    I always told everyone I met, I would rather go to the mountains instead of the beach.  The ocean was full of terrifying organisms that A) we couldn’t see and B) we had no real idea about every single creature living in the depths of the ocean.  If I couldn’t see it, I didn’t want to be near…

  • The Haircut

    I never knew a haircut could leave me completely traumatized.  I had had high expectations and now I was just hoping to not have a complete meltdown.  As I started my car, I started to hyperventilate.  How could I even go on with my life if I had problems going to the hairdresser?  I thought I had been…

  • Sick

    “I am sick of this,” I said as I opened the door and stepped into the sunshine.  “I’m not sure how much longer I can last working here.”   “It’s really not that bad,” Jeremiah said as he followed me out.  “I don’t mind it too much these days.  I mean, we have a steady paycheck and health benefits.  Should we…

  • Imminent Death

    My sister’s imminent death had me reeling and I knew I needed to dial my emotions back, but couldn’t figure out how.  The thought I would have to live without my sister in my life was the scariest thing to ever happen to me.  I felt like I was constantly in motion starting the moment…

  • Patience

    I lost my patience for stupidity a long time ago.  Most of the time I believe in the statement of ‘there are no stupid questions,’ but then the real questions come and I start to lose my mind.  Maybe I wasn’t meant for working with other people.  A job that didn’t require me to talk to anyone I…

  • Looking For

    “You know what I am here for.”  Chris crossed his arms and waited.  My stepfather was an imposing man and was not someone to be messed with.  I wasn’t going to back down this time.  I had backed down too many times in the past.  “No, I don’t know what you want.  You’re going to have to help…

  • Lovely Evening

    “Lovely evening we’re having,” Jeff said as he pulled me toward the front door.    “Everything was fine until Bryant came over.  He was not invited and I mean to tell him why.”  “Bryant had nothing to do with what happened tonight.  It was all what you and your sister did.  Not Bryant.”  Jeff turned and pointed his finger…

  • In the House

    “Somebody’s here.  Somebody’s in the house.”  I desperately tried to find my phone while trying to not make noise or turn on the lights.  I wondered why Henry hadn’t started barking, but then I realized that meant something else entirely.  Either Henry knew who was stumbling through my house or whoever it was had done something to him.  As I struggled to…

  • Nice Things

    “They blame us for why they don’t have nice things.  It’s not my fault they can’t keep their affairs in order,” Jennifer muttered as she walked away from me.  My eyes started to burn since I knew she had muttered loud enough so I could hear her.  I’m not sure what I had done to…