Tag: short story

  • The Campout

    I had been waiting for this camping trip for weeks.  Months even.  Ever since I had heard about the trip through the grapevine at school, I had been preparing.  I had finally started walking again.  I was slow and unsteady at first, but now I was walking up the hills in our neighborhood without ever…

  • Wrong Direction

    I knew we were going in the wrong direction the moment we left the house. And I knew it meant I would never see my childhood home again. My aunt was kidnapping me and I hadn’t decided whether or not I was happy about it. Yet. I was old enough to know what was happening,…

  • Going Green

    PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox  I knew the car had to be mine the moment I saw it.  It wouldn’t be as inconspicuous as I wanted to be with the bright green, but maybe standing out was a way I could stay hidden.  I planned to hide in plain sight.  I hated green, but I knew…

  • The Campground

    PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds  I had finally done it. I had successfully built myself a home where no one could bother me. My camper was exactly what I needed in this stage of my life. I had spent the last weeks perfecting what clothes and items would fit and where they should live. The next step would…

  • Everlasting

    Whenever someone told me age was just a number, I wasn’t sure how to respond.  I  didn’t feel my age, had never felt my age, but I also knew I didn’t act my age.  I was twenty-three years old, old enough to buy cigarettes and alcohol, vote, but not old enough to rent a car…

  • The Neighbors

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  • Uncle James

    As the sunshine kissed my face, I knew I was never going back inside. If I did, my uncle would make sure I never saw the sun again. I knew he meant well, but I couldn’t stay inside forever. I had heard the stories of my mother too many times to be scared anymore. If…

  • The Shadow

    Everything was going well until the sun started to set. That’s when the ghosts of my past started to come out. All the ghosts I thought I had hidden far enough into my closet I thought they were never going to emerge. I don’t know what it was about the sunset that worried me tonight,…

  • Graffiti

    I knew my fingers would never return to normal.  Not after what they had felt and what I had seen.  I wanted to go back to how it was when nobody paid any attention to me and when I could slide under the radar.  But now, I couldn’t walk down the hallways at school without…

  • Jordy’s Revenge

    “What have you done?” the headmaster bellowed, all eyes now turned to me as he stood over the lifeless body on playground. I turned around and looked behind me because surely everyone wasn’t thinking I had anything to do with the body. But in fact, he apparently was staring straight at me. I could feel…