Tag: short short story

  • Buried Secrets

    “I’m not supposed to be talking to you,” I mumbled, trying to walk quickly away from AJ.  He was the root of all my problems, and I had been too dumb to figure it out before now.  He was the reason for my swift downfall, and I had run blindly into his trap.  AJ had…

  • The Future

    “Well, I didn’t see that coming,” I said as I watched my car sink deeper into the pond.  I glanced sideways as Suzy and almost laughed as her jaw seemed to be edging closer to the asphalt.  I knew I shouldn’t be so happy about my car sinking into a pond, but I knew I would…

  • Panicked

    “I knew there was always a chance he was going to panic. But I was trying to hold out hope he was going to be all right. That he would survive. Carry on.” Before I could finish, Sasha interrupted me.  “This has always been your problem. You trust everyone way too much. Trusting them to…

  • Raging Fire

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

  • The Scam

    “I couldn’t believe Margaret didn’t know it was a scam. How could she not see all the red flags?” Molly was trying to stay calm, but I could tell she was nervous. She was usually upbeat, but her face had paled considerably since the news came.  “I have no idea. She’s always telling us about…

  • Pollution

    As I watched the car slowly creep down the darkened street, I had suspicions of who was driving. But as Tyler often upgraded his external devices on a regular basis, I couldn’t be sure. He was always the first one with a new car, the newest phone, the newest clothes. Everything. I never knew what…

  • High Ceiling

    I knew the high ceilings would be a problem when I needed to paint.  And I needed to get everything painted quickly, before Jameson got home.  If he knew what had happened while he was out of town on a work trip, I would never be able to get through our relationship if he knew…

  • The Island

    I knew there was something off about the island the moment I arrived.  The sun was a little too bright and the water was a little too blue.  Even with the sun on my back, I wasn’t warm.  I wasn’t happy like I knew everyone expected me to be.  I was on vacation.  I was…

  • Jacket Pocket

    I knew there was a problem as soon as I put on my mother’s jacket.  Her pockets were too heavy.  I had finally found her hiding spot; the hiding spot I had been searching for.  I knew she had forgotten she had left the photos in her pocket because she had been hiding them from…

  • Adoration

    Hazel had always told me my adoration of Taylor was misplaced.  That he wasn’t the All-American, small-town boy he made himself out to be.  But I couldn’t help myself.  He was charming, but sullen.  Down to earth, yet wild.  A straight shooter with attention problems.  He came from a well-to-do family.  In short, he had everything I…