Tag: short short story

  • Night Shift

    “I don’t know why anyone – or I guess how anyone – can work the night shift.  How can a boss expect me to wear pants until 9 PM?”  Angela complained the entire way out of the library and I began to wonder how she had even been hired in the first place.  Nothing she…

  • Pumpkin Season

    “Pumpkin season is my favorite season.”  I listened to Antonia sign in the backseat and wished I enjoyed pumpkins as much as Antonia did, but I just couldn’t.  Fall was my favorite season, but pumpkins were not high on my list.  My parents had never let us participate in any Halloween related anything growing up…

  • Heartbreaker

    Listen here!

  • Gratitude

    I wanted to feel an overwhelming crash of gratitude, but could only trigger disappointment.  The wave crashed harder with each passing day.  Adam had to notice me and with each glance he seemed to look right through me.  There was never a smile, never a lingering glance, nothing.  All I had really wanted was to be his…

  • Crush

    Jeremiah knew I had a crush on him.  At this point, I’m not sure how he couldn’t know.  I couldn’t help but stare and I often wondered if he could sense my eyes in the back of his head because he often turned when I was just settling in for a long stare.  He always…

  • Science

    “No way you found teeth on your walk.  We live in the city.  People walk these streets all day every day.  Someone would have picked them up before you.”  My father stared at me as if he was begging me to contradict him.  He would never let anything he considered magical or untrue into the…

  • The Gourd

    I knew what happened to the gourd, but you couldn’t pay me enough money to tell my grandmother what happened.  Even if she didn’t agree, I knew my life would be over.  I don’t know what it was about my grandmother and her gourds, but the one I had just broken was her favorite.  I…

  • Carpe Diem

    “Please don’t even tell me to seize the day.  Carpe diem is the last thing I want to hear from you.  If that comes out of your mouth, I will leave immediately.”    I didn’t look at Mary, but I could feel her eyes boring holes into the back of my head.  I didn’t turn because…

  • The Hideaway

    The day after ‘it’ happened, everyone thought I had performed a miracle. I didn’t know if I should tell them the reality of the situation or not. Had they not seen the same thing I had? Did they not realize I had nothing to do with the ‘finding’ the missing child? I had stumbled across…

  • Footsteps

    Growing up, I wanted to be exactly like my older brother.  He was the coolest guy I knew and why would I not want to be like him?  He was great at school (without ever seeming to study), baseball seemed to come natural to him and he was always surrounded by a large group of…