Tag: short short story

  • Back to the Farm

    “When are we going back to the farm? When can I see Folgers again? Does he miss me? Will he remember me?” Zach went on and on with his endless questions. Part of me wanted him to stop asking so many questions, but I also knew I would miss his questions.  “Zach, you know when…

  • Home Alone

    “We’re not alone,” my sister whispered in the middle of the night.  She crawled into my bed like she had done most nights in the last week.  You would think, at ten years old, one little ghost story would not scare her as much as the Boogeyman. My father had grown up loving scary stories…

  • Flickering Flames

    As I watched the fireplace flicker, I wondered if this was what the rest of my life would be like.  Sitting, watching and waiting for the next event.  I wasn’t sure how to get things done, how to get things started.  I needed to get out of this house, but I couldn’t let my aunt…

  • Professional Creative

    Johnson often went around town telling everyone who would listen that he was a ‘professional creative’ though I’m not sure he understood what that meant. He was only nineteen and only had a ‘name’ for himself because one of his videos on TikTok went viral. That’s it.  He was a freshman in college and had…

  • The Zookeeper

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

  • Team Player

    “Don’t be afraid to skin your knees. If you get knocked over, just get back up.” My father spoke softly to me as we stared at the field. I would soon be lacing up my soccer shoes to play in my first game. To play in my first game against all boys. My small town…

  • Investigators

    “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the biggest lead we have. We cannot fail. We cannot quit until we find the culprit!” My boss’ voice boomed across the room as I tried hard not to roll my eyes. This was the first time he had been in the office in weeks, and it was only because…

  • Dude was Scared

    I knew my brother was scared when his clothes weren’t pressed and ironed as usual. He had always been very particular about his appearance and he had been doing his own laundry since he was in middle school. I always joked he spent more time on his hair than I did. I tried asking him…

  • Among the Flowers

    The only time I enjoyed my forced time with my grandmother was the sunny afternoon she met her friends in the park. I knew she wouldn’t let me play on the playground with the other children – she had some fear I was going to get kidnapped (I didn’t believe her because I knew she…

  • Rules of the House

    Growing up in a house with strict parents, I often found rules to be messy.  Too controlling.  My worst nightmare.  At home, I was expected to abide by the schedule set by my parents.  By the time I was ten, my home life was a constant drudgery of dullness.  If I didn’t follow the schedule…