Tag: moving

  • The Bucket

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  The large bucket had been sitting on top of the armoire for as long as I could remember.  My parents would never answer questions about why we had the bucket or what they had used it for.  I had to find out and I had to find out soon.  I knew I had to find out before…

  • Hurricane

    I knew the hurricane would be exactly like the last major storm we endured, mainly because of how my father was acting.  He was pretending like nothing was wrong, was avoiding the news and questioned me on why all the neighbors were leaving.  Nothing I could say would change his mind.  Instead, I packed my…

  • Witches

    Townspeople crying  Never moving, never leave  Where is the mayor 

  • Ghosts

    He never believed in ghosts  Which is a lie that he boasts  He was always one to scare  His heart being almost bare  Maybe he should move to one of the coasts 

  • Oklahoma Zine!

    Here’s a short video of my latest zine!

  • Short End of the Stick

    I always knew I had the short end of the stick being that I had two older brothers.  I wanted to be with them for every hour of every day.  I wanted to do everything they did and sometimes they let me and sometimes they didn’t.  My parents obliged my fantasies of playing flag football,…

  • Square One

    “Square one? We’re really back to square one? How could we possibly be back here? We’ve been working on this for weeks!!” I knew my voice was getting hysterical, but I couldn’t help it.  “Listen. I don’t know what you want me to say, but our plan isn’t going to work. Riley has figured out…

  • Backup Plan

    “You have a backup plan, right?  Like where are we going next?  What’s the next step?”  Adam sat down on my front step and looked at me expectantly.   “Hey you two!  Here’s lunch!”  I was saved from answering by George coming up behind me carrying the pizza I had promised the two of them.  I…

  • New York City

    “I always knew who I was looking for,” I told the bartender. “I knew he would show up soon enough if I was patient. And now, here he is.”  I gesticulated toward Anthony and the bartender looked quizzically at the barstool next to me. People often had this reaction when I told them about how…

  • Breaking Rules

    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  I knew I shouldn’t be listening, but I couldn’t help myself.  If I stopped now, I knew the details would pass me by and I would never be able to recover.  What my teacher was saying about Amanda was shocking, but not unbelievable.  I knew she had a…