Tag: short short story

Growing up, Sarah knew she wanted to live in New York City.  She scoured the internet for apartments, for jobs, for restaurants.  She knew exactly where she would shop and eat and how she would live her new life in a big city.  She was tired of the small town life.  Tired of wide open skies.  Tired of everyone…

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.  I almost screamed with excitement.  They were the most exotic red, yellow and orange colors I had ever seen.  The fact I had been cooped up in my house for the last six months probably enhanced my fascination with the changing colors.  The last…

I always wanted to move to a different country.  To travel.  To get out and experience ‘life’. I literally could never get it out of my mind.  My fiancée, however, wants to stay in the town he grew up in and would happily live next to his mother for the rest of his life.  No way in hell am I…

I never understood the people who always wanted to go back to their high school reunions.  I liked high school to a certain degree, but never felt like I needed to go back and relive all the ‘good ol’ days’.  I was happy to graduate and take my high school parking pass off immediately.  I kept up with a few…

As night became day, he started to understand the truth.  He knew who his father was.  What his father was.  But he could not reconcile himself with the outcome.  Henry was always told that his father was a hero, a saint, a man who was revered by all.  Now he knew better.  It all started the day his…

I really hated apples and I most definitely hated apple picking.  But I sucked it up and went with my family.  Every.  Single.  Year.  All the apple picking did was make my stomach and my heart hurt.  All I could remember was the year my brother had vanished and how everyone said that he was…

The first time Paul brought it up, I was skeptical.  Spend the night in a graveyard?  My bed is far too comfortable to want to spend the night on a hard ground.  In the cold.  But Paul brought it up again.  And again.  And again.  Finally, after hearing about it for what seemed like weeks, I…

The house was gigantic; far bigger than any house I had ever seen, much less spent any time in.  Walking up, I could see why Joan thought it was haunted.  It was old, it was dark and it had a slightly dingy quality about it.  I had banked on her ability to exaggerate and told myself nothing…

As soon as I walked into the house I knew it was haunted.  But I knew better than to bring it up to my aunt.  She was obsessed with ‘spirits’ and explained her bizarre behaviors by telling everyone that she was overcome by my dead mother.  Her sister – my mother – died when I was five and asleep…

My first Halloween as a ghost was a full range of emotions – I went from despair to happiness to anger repeatedly and quickly.  I never knew which emotion would show up next and never knew to what extreme I would feel.  I had been very alive and fairly happy up until the moment I wasn’t.  My parents weren’t…