Tag: short story

  • You Look Sad

    “Are you sure you’re all right?  You don’t look like you are feeling well.”  I took Jasmine’s hand and jumped when it was as cold as ice.  Jasmine was hot-natured and most of the time her hands were burning up.  “I think I’m fine.  I mean, I am fine,” Jasmine sputtered out just before her…

  • The Photograph

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  I knew something was off as soon as I saw the photograph. I had done everything correctly to the point of triple checking my settings before taking the photo. Thus, I was confused as to why it had printed so horribly. As I investigated the rest of my photographs, I…

  • Moonlight

    I watched the moon rise and knew I had to be patient.  If I left too soon, everything would be ruined.  But I knew if I had to stand quietly for much longer, everything would be ruined anyway.  I knew coming here was a mistake, but I couldn’t help myself.  I needed to know where Carl…

  • Sitting Heavy

    I had never felt so sad, so heavy, until the day I received my first rejection letter.  I had wanted to go to college and get out of town since middle school.  I had a good life, but things could be better.  Friends could be better.  My friends had been great in elementary school, but…

  • A Magical Time

    I had never had a better or more magical time than when I went camping with my family,  There was a freedom in the air and the cool breeze kept tempers at an all-time low.  I never have been close to my father because he would fly off the handle at any given moment.  Except…

  • Overwhelmed

    The moment I walked into the art gallery, I was overwhelmed.  How could my art hold up to the art already displayed at the Rosewood Art Gallery?  Was I even going to ask my friends and family to come or would I be too embarrassed?  And I had ever wanted to be was an artist,…

  • Table of Contents

    The table of contents had always been my worst enemy.  I was always tempted to skip forward to the chapter that sounded the most interesting and in doing so often treated chapter books like they were of the Choose Your Own Adventure genre.  The librarians knew my proclivities and tried to gently guide me toward…

  • Accessories

    I had always been obsessed with accessories.  I wore bracelets.  I wore barrettes.  I wore earrings.  My parents were always trying to get me to tone it down, but after a while, they quietly gave up.  There was no use.  Maybe I used accessories to distract everyone from what was really bothering me, but I…

  • The Barn

    “You are taking too long,” Greta whispered loudly.  “We’re going to get caught.”  “If you are so worried about getting caught, you can leave.  All you’re doing is distracting me.”  I kept my eyes focused on the lock, knowing we only had a matter of minutes before Jared got home.  If we didn’t get this…

  • Marching On

    When I joined band in middle school, I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it.  Both parents were musicians and had always had instruments in their lives.  I loved music, but I wasn’t necessarily amped about being forced into playing someone else’s music.  I had heard nothing but horror stories about middle school band and about the…