Tag: short short story

  • Here to Slay

    “I’m only here to win.” I practiced my speech before going on stage.  I knew this was an important competition and needed to win to get in the vicinity of where I wanted to go.   “I’m here to slay.”  The lines swept through my mind and I wondered what Kristi was doing now.  Would…

  • Bingo

    I always thought my grandma won her extra money playing bingo with her friends.  She was always in the newest clothes, the newest fashion, paid her bills early and regularly had maintenance done on her car.  As she often played bingo (or at least told us she was off to bingo), I had never once…

  • The Cave

    “I knew the only place he could be hiding would be in the cave.”  Lori looked over her shoulder like she knew exactly what she was talking about.  The black look on Eli and my faces did not deter her from continuing.  “The cave in Sedona was the only place he felt safe.”  I tried…

  • Blood of my Blood

    “I knew the moment I brought up blood, she would change her mind.  There was no way she could get through any part of the plan if there was a possibility of blood.  Ever since she had to get stitches in third grade, she has fainted at the mere mention of blood.”  I peered out…

  • A Glimpse From Afar

    I knew a glimpse from afar was the only look I would get of Chad.  I knew this would be my last look before I had to leave.  To disappear.  To never see my friends and family again.  If I stayed, I knew Chad would pull me under his spell just like all the women…

  • Building Tension

    As soon as Mason walked into the room, I threw all my insecurities out the window.  At least I tried to.  I downed what was left of my wine and took a deep breath.  Tonight was the night.  I had to talk to him and find out exactly what had happened between Rosa and him. …

  • Memory

    I felt a panic attack rise in my chest as I realized I didn’t remember.  Didn’t remember anything but the last twenty-four hours of my life. I had gone to sleep the night before, just like always, but when I woke up, I didn’t even know my own name.  Or where I was.  I looked…

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  • The Museum

    PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox  I knew immediately Scott had made the glass sculpture.  He had tried to change his style, but wasn’t completely successful.  Why he was making new art at all was beyond me.  He was supposed to be hiding, not projecting to the world he was still alive.  The only thing I…

  • The Window

    PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks  I knew I was in the wrong town when I saw the roasting chickens behind the glass.  I had never once tasted chicken or any meat come to think of it, so the daily reminder of what I could and could not do was terrifying.  I should have done more…