Tag: home

  • New Life

    Photo by Jocke Wulcan on Unsplash  As soon as I saw the house, I knew I was home.  That I was finally ready to start my new life.  A life where Jeremy would never find me.  I knew he would never follow me across an ocean to a country where he wouldn’t understand the language.  In a country whose native language isn’t English,…

  • Not My Home

    “This isn’t my home.  Do not leave me here.”  Michaela stopped at stomping her foot, but angrily crossed her arms in front of her chest.  I sighed heavily, knowing she wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning.  I turned back toward the kitchen we shared to get her a glass of water and see if we had any food she would eat.  I didn’t know what she had…

  • Limerick!

  • No Decision Here

    “There is no decision here.  You will not leave.  You will not leave this house.  This is your future.  Our family is your future.”  My father stood over me and I wondered how I would survive if I stayed under his roof for one more night.  My creativity was stifled by a man who didn’t…

  • Crime Scene

    I always thought our house looked like a bit of a crime scene.  Especially when I compared it to my friends’ houses.  My parents liked to refer to themselves as ‘creatives’ and I wondered if that was an excuse for not wanting to clean the house.  But at the same time, I loved it.  I…

  • The Mural

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  As soon as I saw the mural, I knew Scott had been here.  Here in the town I had called home for the last seven years.  I had successfully hidden from him for this long, only for him to find me by accident.  Or what I could only believe was…

  • New Beginnings

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  I knew I wasn’t going to leave the moment I stepped through the front gates. My new home was every dream I ever had and every place I wanted to live. The skies were almost clear and I knew once the storm passed, I would be able to see for…

  • The Earthquake

    Check out my story on the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog!

  • Winter Hideout

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew I was finally home when I saw the lights. I only saw the lights because I had finally had the courage to confront my past. And the first way I knew how to confront my past was to come back where all the drama started. I knew my…

  • The Raging Storm

    The storm was coming and I knew there was no way to avoid it.  I knew I should have left, but I couldn’t convince myself to leave my house.  If it was destroyed, I would accompany it.  All my worldly memories and possessions were tied up in this three bedroom house and I knew I…