Tag: short short story

  • The Smell of Decay

    The smell of decay was strong as soon as I stepped onto the porch. I hadn’t visited the house in weeks because I hadn’t wanted to confront the man who was living there unannounced. I had hoped he would leave after the last time I came by and threatened him, but the smell didn’t seem…

  • My Last Swim

    The last time I went for a swim was when I was ten years old. I have not set one toe into a pool, lake or ocean since that day. Up until that moment I had loved the water, the feeling of weightlessness, but the terror from that day ruined water forever for me. My…

  • The Haircut

    Everything about my hair was wrong. The cut, the color, everything. All I had asked for was to get a trim and somehow I woke up and everything was wrong. And I had to go back to school and have everyone stare at me. What your hair looked like at Ashton Grove was everything and one…

  • Unrelenting

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  The rain was unrelenting and it was beginning to put me on edge. I had come to the beach for a sunny vacation and here I was, stuck in endless rain. I actually enjoyed rain for the most part, but this was out of control. If I had wanted rain,…

  • The Mist

    A shrill cry echoed in the mist and suddenly, I knew exactly what had happened. I knew it was my sister, but I didn’t know how to reach her. Or where she was exactly. All I knew was Ava had been kidnapped. And she had been kidnapped by a spirit. But was a spirit a…

  • Shining Star

    As the feather drifted toward me, I wondered if I had done the right thing and not for the first time.  I had auditioned for the school play on a whim and was surprised I had gotten a part.  In reality, I was not interested in acting, but more interested in Ryan.  He had been…

  • The Power of the Cross

    When the air turned black, I knew I was in trouble. The black only meant one thing, that Adam was back. Adam was back and I knew I would be punished. I knew hiding wouldn’t work, that I would just have to wait for him to arrive. As I waited for Adam to find me,…

  • My Best Friend

    No one believed me when I told them the moon was my best friend.  The moon was the only one who listened, but that was also the other problem.  No one believed me when I told them the moon listened to my midnight wonderings.  My stories.  My parents were often gone and I knew I…

  • Hollow

    “Everything inside me is hollow. I can’t… I just can’t believe…” Isabelle stopped in mid-sentence and in mid-stride. I watched her from my bedroom window and wondered what she was saying to herself. Why she seemed to be in such a panic. She was acting like everything had gone just as horribly as it did…

  • The Tourist

    I knew she was a tourist from the exact moment she got out of her BMW. No one here drove a BMW and everyone knew the spot she was in was Mr. Murphy’s spot. Not one local had ever dared to park in his spot. Everyone knew he was an old mob boss and we sensed…