Tag: short short story

  • Snow

    I knew the snow was going to be a problem from the moment I woke up.  My mom hated the snow and I often wasn’t allowed to go outside when the grass glistened with white instead of green.  I think the very fact I wasn’t able to play in the snow like my friends and…

  • Happiness

    I wish I knew why Jared’s happiness was centered around whether or not Applebee’s was open.  At first, I had thought he was falling for one of the waitresses, then maybe it was one of the waiters he had a thing for, but after following him a few times, I realized he didn’t have an…

  • Booked Solid in Santa Fe

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  • The Porch Dance

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  As I watched the shadows on the porch dance, I knew this would be the last normal day I had. Household items had been slowly disappearing for weeks and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t figure out to where. I had known we wouldn’t stay long, but I was…

  • The Campout

    I had been waiting for this camping trip for weeks.  Months even.  Ever since I had heard about the trip through the grapevine at school, I had been preparing.  I had finally started walking again.  I was slow and unsteady at first, but now I was walking up the hills in our neighborhood without ever…

  • Wrong Direction

    I knew we were going in the wrong direction the moment we left the house. And I knew it meant I would never see my childhood home again. My aunt was kidnapping me and I hadn’t decided whether or not I was happy about it. Yet. I was old enough to know what was happening,…

  • Going Green

    PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox  I knew the car had to be mine the moment I saw it.  It wouldn’t be as inconspicuous as I wanted to be with the bright green, but maybe standing out was a way I could stay hidden.  I planned to hide in plain sight.  I hated green, but I knew…

  • The Campground

    PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds  I had finally done it. I had successfully built myself a home where no one could bother me. My camper was exactly what I needed in this stage of my life. I had spent the last weeks perfecting what clothes and items would fit and where they should live. The next step would…

  • Everlasting

    Whenever someone told me age was just a number, I wasn’t sure how to respond.  I  didn’t feel my age, had never felt my age, but I also knew I didn’t act my age.  I was twenty-three years old, old enough to buy cigarettes and alcohol, vote, but not old enough to rent a car…

  • The Neighbors

    Check out the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog to see my latest story!