Tag: short story

  • The Planner

    I had always been the type of kid who needed a planner. I liked to have everything organized and ready to go when I needed it. My family wasn’t quite as organized as I would like them to be, but I had grown accustomed to the wild and crazy life we lived. Almost to the…

  • The Front of the Room

    As soon as I was called to the front of the room, I knew I had won the contest.  Mrs. Miller didn’t call on anyone unless she was praising them.  I had never been a great student, but she was able to remind me I did have good qualities and I was not the problem…

  • Surrounded by Fabric

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  As soon as we walked into the store, I knew I was home. I knew I could do whatever I wanted, make whatever I wanted, with the fabric surrounding me. The only thing in my way was how to pay for everything. Because of his broken relationship with my grandmother, my…

  • Crime Scene

    I always thought our house looked like a bit of a crime scene.  Especially when I compared it to my friends’ houses.  My parents liked to refer to themselves as ‘creatives’ and I wondered if that was an excuse for not wanting to clean the house.  But at the same time, I loved it.  I…

  • The Monster in the Closet

    I always knew there was a monster living in my closet, but also knew better than to tell anyone.  My parents would latch onto the idea of a monster and would never let it go.  My brother would also never let it go, but in a different way.  He would never let me forget how…

  • The Rivalry

    Check out my story on the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog!

  • The Calculus Teacher

    I had been in love with my calculus teacher for as long as I could remember. I walked by his classroom as often as I could just to see if Mr. Williams happened to be standing out in the hallway. I practiced one-liners and jokes so I would have something to say to him. Something…

  • Brothers

    “Jeremiah never realized he was wrong.  Never understood what he did was so out of place and inconsiderate.  It was unbelievable.”  I stood quietly in the hallway, listening to my father complain about my uncle over the phone.  I knew I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I needed to know who he was talking to.  I needed…

  • The Junkyard

    Check out my story on the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog!

  • The Pipes

    Amanda screamed.  Paused and then screamed again. I could see her shadow jumping around the kitchen and wondered what it could be this time. Amanda was the youngest of my siblings and there was always something happening. Always something dramatic. Most of the time I didn’t mind her antics, but on days like today, I…