Tag: flash story

  • You Don’t Know Me

    “When you see me, please pretend like you don’t know me.  You don’t know me, you don’t know me,” I thought.  I closed my mouth and hoped that I didn’t actually say that out loud.  Nobody around me seemed startled so maybe I did just think it to myself.  Mr. Garcia, my Calculus teacher, had just entered the small restaurant on…

  • Incapable

    “I am incapable of feeling,” I told my teacher.  “I can’t do it even though I have tried.  I’m not even sure what to do anymore.”  When Mr. Stewart didn’t respond, I stood to pick up my backpack and headed toward the door.  I knew I shouldn’t have told Mr. Stewart what was going on. …

  • Clouds

    “His head is always in the clouds,” I overheard my teacher tell my parents.  “Is that a bad thing?”  My mom asked tentatively.  It was probably the fact her head was in the clouds most of the time, but I knew the rumors weren’t true about either of us.  She was just using her art to escape the trauma of her…

  • Tears

    “This story will end in tears,” I thought to myself as I listened to the young couple at the table next to mine.  As I waited for my husband, I couldn’t help but listen to their whispered argument.  They apparently had gotten into a minor fender bender on the way to the restaurant and for…

  • Bad Habits

    “I picked up that habit from Brianne.  I know it’s a weird one and can be super annoying, but I’ve done it for so long, I can’t stop.”  “You can stop, just try harder,” my mother snapped.  “You can’t blame Brianne for everything.”  I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew it wouldn’t work.  When…

  • Empty

    My truck rolled to a stop as the arrow passed the E on my gas tank.  I knew it was coming and had been hoping to make it a little farther from home before running out of gas.  Justin wouldn’t find out I was gone for another hour and a half.  If I was lucky.  I had…

  • The Painters

    I thought the painters looked suspicious the moment they pulled up in a murder van.  My sister and I had been listening to way too many podcasts about true crime and it was all we could talk about.  Suddenly everyone looked suspicious and everyone had the potential to be a murderer.  My sister laughed about my overactive imagination…

  • Make or Break

    I knew the next decision would make or break my academic life.  And I only had two minutes to decide what to do.  I had been working two jobs and going to school to finish the last of my degree when I realized I had a ten-page paper due the next day.  Art history was not on…

  • Dr. Jordan

    “What kind of crazy would you call that?”  Sam and I watched our professor from the back of the classroom.  Dr. Jordan was frantically writing on the board.  In a weird way, it was oddly soothing since she was usually very calm and collected.  For me, it was nice to see someone who acted just as crazy as I felt in the…

  • Only Desire

    My only desire was to get out of town as soon as possible.  I needed a fresh start and with my history in Phoenix, I knew nothing here would change.  The reach of my ex-boyfriend was as wide as he was rich.  Growing up in a middle-class family, I had never had access to private planes and the nicest…