Tag: short short story

  • Pretty as a Postcard

    “I hate when people tell me I’m as ‘pretty as a postcard.’  Why do people think that’s a compliment?  I want to be noticed for my brain – something I actually work to improve.”  The longer I listened to Morgan talk, the more I tuned her out.  I would be ecstatic for anyone to give…

  • Sunshine and Roses

    The moment I walked out of Megan’s house, I knew I was never going back.  Going back meant I was giving up on myself and my future.  As much as I tried to hold everything in, the tears started to fall as I got into my car.  No one ever told me moving on would be so hard, but yet so…

  • Email Inbox

    The day I got the email was the day my life changed forever.  Everything I thought I knew was thrown out the window.  I couldn’t ask my mother because I knew she wouldn’t know how to respond or what to do.  I read the email once more and slowly closed the lid to my laptop.  “No homework to…

  • Bagel Bites

    “I have always believed in the power of prayer.” I overheard my aunt on the phone and almost spit out my dinner.  Not that it would have mattered too much since I wasn’t a fan of Bagel Bites, but they were currently the only thing to eat in the entire house.  My aunt was notorious for refusing to…

  • The Scuffle

    “Was there a scuffle?”  I stared at my shoes as the principal quizzed me.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Savannah staring at him defiantly.  I wondered how she could be so brave at a time like this.  “Of course there was a scuffle.  You know because you’ve already watched the video.”  I knew Savannah…

  • Flashing Lights

    “Is everything supposed to go dark?”  I asked as I sat down on the too large sofa.  Today was my first time seeing a counselor and all the lights had just gone dark.  I began to shake my legs when it seemed to take a beat for Dr. Craig to answer.  “Everything is fine.”  Dr. Craig’s voice came from behind her…

  • The Kidnap

    I hoped the auto repair shop would have my best interests in mind.  I was  looking for my father and Middleham Motors was the last place he’d been seen.  Even just getting to this point had been a struggle.  My mother had disappeared from my life when I was only 9 months old and I had seen – with…

  • Wishful Thinking

    Growing up, all I did in class was daydream.  I was constantly getting in trouble for staring out the window, wishing I was outside.  I hated having to stay inside and wondered why we couldn’t have class outdoors.  My parents were constantly getting emails from my teachers about how I never paid attention, but most of the…

  • The Ocean

    I always told everyone I met, I would rather go to the mountains instead of the beach.  The ocean was full of terrifying organisms that A) we couldn’t see and B) we had no real idea about every single creature living in the depths of the ocean.  If I couldn’t see it, I didn’t want to be near…

  • The Haircut

    I never knew a haircut could leave me completely traumatized.  I had had high expectations and now I was just hoping to not have a complete meltdown.  As I started my car, I started to hyperventilate.  How could I even go on with my life if I had problems going to the hairdresser?  I thought I had been…