Tag: short short story

  • Prayers

    “Sweat your prayers,” I thought to myself.  “It’s the only way people will know you mean what you pray.”    My grandmother had been drilling prayer into me since I moved in when I was five.  The two of us went to church every Sunday for as long as I can remember, but the older I got, I…

  • Running

    Running was the only sport I ever wanted to try.  I thought running would help get noticed, at least to a certain degree.  I had anxiety about starting conversations so I often thought if I could win at something, maybe people would want to talk to me; that they would want to get to know me.  Otherwise, I really didn’t…

  • Grief

    I knew everything was going to be all right when I saw the fox and deer crossing the field together.  I knew the two of them had never gotten along because I watched them obsessively.  I wanted to be able to know their every move so I could communicate.  I had already become friends with…

  • Three Years

    It has been three years since I have been home.  Three years since I have seen my parents and three years since I have held your hand.  When I left, I thought I was making the right decision and now that I am back, I know coming home was the right decision.  I wanted to make sure I…

  • Professor Taylor

    I knew Professor Taylor’s class would be different when I stepped into his classroom on the first day.  He wasn’t wearing a suit and tie like all the other professors and instead had on a tye dye shirt and jeans.  I actually wasn’t sure what to really think of him, but knew he had a vibe I was interested in.  I desperately…

  • Resolutions

    The only New Year’s resolution I consistently failed at was the one where I would fall in love on New Year’s Eve.  For whatever reason, every year I hyped myself up so much on New Year’s Eve, I was too nervous to talk to anyone.  As a result, every January 2, I felt like I had failed.  On only the second day of the year,…

  • The Treehouse

    I moved into my treehouse on the very first day of every summer without fail.  I was scared to be stuck inside year-round and found that I slept better when there was air moving around me.  Every school year I spent most of my free time updating and renewing my treehouse space.  Our house was small and since I was the youngest of…

  • Rain

    The rain started coming down in waves.  I held my keys in one hand hoping to be able to make a mad dash for my car.  I needed to get home before the real thunder and lightning started.  If I was gone from home too long, I knew I would come home to a house that was completely destroyed. …

  • The Best Summer

    The best summer of my life was the summer I turned seventeen.  It was the summer I gained freedom from myself and my parents.  No one quite believed how miserable I was, but then again, I hadn’t been totally honest about what was happening at home.  Everything came to a head when I came home to find my…

  • Wild and Feral

    My dad always joked that I had grown up ‘wild and feral.’  I didn’t like to be inside and I didn’t like to wear shoes.  I just responded with the fact he shouldn’t have moved to a farm if he wanted me to be prim and proper.  That he shouldn’t have raised me as a tomboy.  I did wear dresses…