Tag: short story

  • Save the Bees!

    PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankeville  Close-ups were the only photographs I felt comfortable taking. I thrived on the details and loved not having to worry about composing a background. Lately I had become obsessed with flowers because I had attended a program at the local library about the declining bee population. I was hoping my…

  • Caught

    All I wanted to do was relax, but I could never find a second to myself.  I knew if I didn’t process what happened the night before, I would never be able to survive.  I could never survive another night under this house if I had to explain my actions to anyone else.  Or defend…

  • The Deep End

    I knew Greg would go off the deep end as soon as the story dropped.  I knew I had to prepare.  But I didn’t know how to. Even though we had been friends for years, I still didn’t know how he would react to certain situations. Half the time I didn’t think he was really…

  • Friends Forever

    I always wondered what kind of a friend I was. Was I the confidant? The rebel? The scapegoat? I wandered from group to group during middle and high school just to see what would happen. Who would accept me? Where could I be my odd self and not worry about what was being said when…

  • Elect

    I was desperate to be elected class president.  It was everything I had worked and dreamed for.  I knew I would finally be accepted if I could only win at something.  And that something had to be the presidency.  Otherwise, all of my plans would be for naught.  Everything had started when I was in…

  • Football

    Growing up, I had never had an interest in football, but always managed to fall in love with football players.  Thus, I was required to attend every single football game my boyfriend was playing in.  Most of the time, I had to make up my own games so I wouldn’t be bored to tears watching…

  • The Shed

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  As I stood on the sidewalk, I couldn’t decide if I should call the police or check out the shed by myself. I knew the man had come this way, but where could he have gone? Was he really hiding inside the shed or was he just waiting for me?…

  • Consistent

    “If nothing else, at least you were consistent,” I said as Flynn drove away. “Consistent enough for me to know exactly what was going to happen today and prepare myself.”   I stopped muttering to myself as I noticed two teenagers give me a wide berth on the sidewalk. I smiled sweetly at them –…

  • Ashes to Ashes

    PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox  I knew from the moment I walked in, I would never leave and I would never eat anywhere else. Every meal was prepared right in front of my eyes with a smile and a nod. The chef and I never had a conversation as our languages were so diverse, so…

  • Hidden

    I had always been adept at the art of being able to hide.  To disappear. My proficiency at hiding in plain sight came about mainly because I had always been suspicious of other people.  My father had always been wary of others spying on our family and did everything in his power to pass along his…