Tag: short short story

  • Ready

    “How will you know when it’s ready?  How will you know when he is going to be here?”  Max followed me around the house asking me what seemed like every question he could think of. I bit my lip and tried to not say anything he would report back to his father.   Usually, I…

  • Memories

    “Without memories, who are we anyway?  Without memories how would we learn?”  I stared down the hallway and wondered what would come next.  It had been so long since I had been in the house, I wasn’t sure if my memories were even correct.  Or even real?  Was it a real memory of me laughing…

  • Plotting

    All I wanted to do was stay home and not have to talk to anyone.  My job at the public library was running me ragged due to short staffing and dumb questions.  I was on desk and talking with the public every hour of my workday other than my lunch.  Lunch was the only part…

  • The Empty Chair

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew something serious had happened when I saw the empty chair. It had not been empty at 7:42 AM for any of the last 813 mornings. I didn’t know the man’s name, but maybe it was finally time to stop and see what was going on and what had happened.…

  • Shadows

    I knew I would love the house the second I saw it.  When my mom told my brother and I we were moving to the country, I knew we were in for a treat.  I grew up loving the story of Anne of Green Gables and knew this was my chance to become Anne.  Growing…

  • You Define Love

    “You define love,” I wanted to whisper, but ended up biting my tongue instead.  I was scared my views would be blown out of the water by my more thoughtful and poetic fiancee.  There were many times I totally felt inadequate by his words, his actions and his thoughtfulness. I had tried to tell him…

  • Working For a Living

    “I never said I wanted to work for a living.  I want to be out in the real world.  I want to live by my own standards and not by anyone else’s.”  I stood in my defiance, knowing it would all come to bite me in the end.  “All I wanted to do is to…

  • The Final Streetlight

    “Do you think he’s okay?” I whispered as my cousin and I watched Tyler slowly trudge down the middle of the street.  The darkness made him difficult to see, but with the streetlights we could barely make out his outline. I didn’t want Tyler to leave, but I knew his life would be safer and…

  • The Bedroom

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  As I walked into my brother’s room, I was disgusted. The food was not only on his so-called desk, but all over the floor. I don’t know where he got the trays from, but I could only imagine he had taken them from the cafeteria. The cafeteria who was about…

  • Perfection

    I stared into his eyes and wanted to leave the party.  Even though Grant and I had met three months ago, I am not confident he remembers my name.  I longed for him to remember, to notice I was there.  To know that I was noticing him. But here he was staring blankly at me…