Tag: short short story

  • Sitting Heavy

    I had never felt so sad, so heavy, until the day I received my first rejection letter.  I had wanted to go to college and get out of town since middle school.  I had a good life, but things could be better.  Friends could be better.  My friends had been great in elementary school, but…

  • A Magical Time

    I had never had a better or more magical time than when I went camping with my family,  There was a freedom in the air and the cool breeze kept tempers at an all-time low.  I never have been close to my father because he would fly off the handle at any given moment.  Except…

  • Overwhelmed

    The moment I walked into the art gallery, I was overwhelmed.  How could my art hold up to the art already displayed at the Rosewood Art Gallery?  Was I even going to ask my friends and family to come or would I be too embarrassed?  And I had ever wanted to be was an artist,…

  • Table of Contents

    The table of contents had always been my worst enemy.  I was always tempted to skip forward to the chapter that sounded the most interesting and in doing so often treated chapter books like they were of the Choose Your Own Adventure genre.  The librarians knew my proclivities and tried to gently guide me toward…

  • Accessories

    I had always been obsessed with accessories.  I wore bracelets.  I wore barrettes.  I wore earrings.  My parents were always trying to get me to tone it down, but after a while, they quietly gave up.  There was no use.  Maybe I used accessories to distract everyone from what was really bothering me, but I…

  • The Barn

    “You are taking too long,” Greta whispered loudly.  “We’re going to get caught.”  “If you are so worried about getting caught, you can leave.  All you’re doing is distracting me.”  I kept my eyes focused on the lock, knowing we only had a matter of minutes before Jared got home.  If we didn’t get this…

  • Marching On

    When I joined band in middle school, I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it.  Both parents were musicians and had always had instruments in their lives.  I loved music, but I wasn’t necessarily amped about being forced into playing someone else’s music.  I had heard nothing but horror stories about middle school band and about the…

  • The Principal’s Office

    “How did it feel?  Are you proud of yourself?  Feel good about yourself?  Do you want to try that again?”  I was sitting outside the principal’s office, trying not to get sick, I didn’t know who exactly who he was talking to, but I had a pretty good idea of who it was.  Bruce was…

  • Step Into Your Power

    “You have to step into your power,” I whispered to myself.  “On the count of three…”  I had been hyping myself up all morning for the exact moment.  I only needed to confront Emily once.  I had been rehearsing what I wanted to say so the words would come smoothly and freely.  This was my…

  • Is this Friendship?

    “Is this is what being friends means, I don’t want anything to do with it.  With you.  Lose my phone number.”  I stared, dumbfounded, as Stacy turned on her heel and walked away.  My mouth was still hanging open as I watched her get into her car and drive away.  “What was that all about?” …