Tag: short story

  • Sneaking Out

    I knew my father had been in my room as soon as I opened the door.  His cologne still hung in the air so I knew he had left the room not long before I got home.  He was probably looking for the weed and alcohol I kept hidden in my closet, but I knew he would never find it.   Our…

  • Truths and Lies

    I never wanted my father to find out what I knew about my mother.  Everyone described her as having a heart of gold and my father always told everyone the story about he fell in love with her the night he saw in the library.  They were both grad students at the time and she was working…

  • Motherhood

    I had always wanted to get pregnant.  To be a mother.  I already had names picked out for my future children and a detailed plan of how I would decorate the nursery.  I had a Google Drive and Amazon wish lists set for all the items I wanted to buy to decorate.  And oh the books I would buy!  My book…

  • Big Dreams

    Growing up, I never really thought electricity was necessary.  Probably because most of the time, my parents struggled to pay the bills and we often had ‘campouts’ in the living room where we could use all the blankets and pillows to build forts to sleep in.  I always thought it was all in good fun, but realized later it was more of…

  • The Mistake

    I knew the party was a mistake before we even arrived.  The mistake was the simple fact Jacob was going to be there.  I never knew what Melissa saw in him or that three years later, she had still not gotten over him.  I’m not sure what it was going to take to pull her away from him.  He had cheated…

  • Hopes and Prayers

    “How long have we been awake?”  I wondered as I exited the highway in search for another cup of coffee.  My mother and I were desperately trying to make it home for Christmas.  We had a late start and the holiday traffic held us up.  I was always surprised by the amount of people who…

  • Stepmothers

    “You don’t need to tell me what to do anymore,” I said out loud.  I was rehearsing what to say to my stepmother.  I was never at the top of her list of people she wanted to treat fairly and now that we had just spend the last week mourning and burying my father, I…

  • Tough Love

    “I’m really proud of you.  That’s what she’ll say to me next,” I thought.  “How can that not be the next thing she says?”  I am thirteen years old and have never heard my mother say one word that could be considered positive reinforcement.  Tough love was what my mom was all about.  I knew…

  • Revenge

    Alive time.  Dead time.  Those were the words repeated to me by mother so often when we were young.  At the end of the day when she was tucking us in, we would have to tell her what we did with our time and decide whether our day was spent more alive or dead.  We…

  • The Sporting Event

    I always wanted to go to boarding school, but now that I am here, I wondered what the hell I was thinking.  I thought it would be full of teenage drama and angst, rich kids with secret drug habits, but I was not as prepared for the level of commitment everyone had to athletics.  It completely blew my…