Tag: short short story

  • Resolutions

    Every New Year’s Eve, I make a resolution that I am going to finally find love in the following year.  And at 29, I have failed to fulfill my lone resolution.  I try not to feel too bad about my repeated failure and most of the time I’m successful.  After all, I have had a lot…

  • Living on the Edge

    I knew what I was getting into.  Kind of.  I knew I didn’t want to live in a traditional house and was shopping around for different recreational vehicles to buy and move into.  I was renting a room from a friend as I only had to pay for the $250 rent plus whatever groceries I wanted for…

  • Waking Dreams

    I never really understood the concept of daylight savings time.  I never wanted to change the clocks around especially when we had to move the clocks forward.  I liked to exercise in the mornings and changing the clocks only made the mornings that much darker.  “Don’t forget to change your clocks before you go to sleep,” my…

  • Stanley

    “Who are you?”  I asked stupidly.    “Rick.  Your next door neighbor.  Nice to see you again.”    “Rick?  Rick who?  I’m looking for Stanley.  My mother just sent me to deliver cookies to Stanley.”  I knew I still sounded like an idiot.  But who was this guy?  Why was he in Stanley’s house?  As I looked back up at him, I noticed his…

  • The Wedding

    My first thought was to scream.  Then cry.  Then I was furious.  I took off my heels and threw them at my mother and Isaac.    “You have got to be kidding me.”  I was too furious to even raise my voice.  How could they be kissing passionately today, of all days.  “Well, uh…  Michelle.  Let me explain,” Isaac…

  • Dancing Queen

    Growing up, I had always wanted to be a dancer.  But with a family full of athletes, dancing wasn’t something that had ever been deemed acceptable.  The older I got (I was recently called an old maid by my father for being 35 and still single), the more I realized dancing was something I could not put off any…

  • The Farm

    It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but my mother had said the place looked exactly the same.  My mother frequently told me the story of growing up on a farm in rural Nebraska, but never would take us to see the farm.  She had recently been to visit the farm by herself, but also wouldn’t let us go with…

  • Secret Ingredients

    “Hi cousin, I’m calling in hopes you have Grandma’s secret cake recipe.  I have been trying everything I can think of in hopes of making a cake for Jason for his birthday, but I can’t find her recipe.  I know I am just missing one thing, but don’t know what it is.  Love you, bye.”  My…

  • Our Genealogy

    My mother always told me our history was important, but I never really listened.  I did what I wanted without thought of the past and sometimes without thought of the future.  When I was thirteen, she got very serious about our ancestry and started going to the library several times a week to use their free version of Ancestry.com. She became…

  • The Dog Ate My Homework

    I had never used the excuse of my dog eating my homework until now.  At the worst possible time.  I had been about to type my essay for grad school on my laptop, but Tank, my lovable but idiotic pug, had eaten it.  I always do my writing on a typewriter first because I love the sound…