Tag: short story

  • The Bride

    “I thought you would like to visit.  To see everything new since the last time we were there.”  Jessica was practically jumping out of her skin to get in the car and go.  I knew gardens would spark her interest, but I didn’t know she would be this excited.  “I don’t have to work this…

  • Final Explosion

    “All he wanted to know was if the plan was successful.  He didn’t ask how I was, how you were, how the family was.  Why do you continue to let him return?  Why is he always coming back?”  I wanted to scream.  To shout.    “Sam, I’m not sure why you ever thought Dad was…

  • Freedom

    “It’s my last night of freedom,” I said to myself.  Then I said it out loud.  To my friends.  I knew they didn’t have any idea as to what I was talking about.  They didn’t know what I knew.  The next day I was supposed to marry New York’s newest millionaire.  I knew the life…

  • Spring Cleanup

    PHOTO PROMPT © Carole Erdman-Grant  I knew the building would be my greatest triumph. I knew I could bring life back to this sleepy town and I knew this was just the building. My soon-to-be art studio was just on the edge of town and everyone had to drive by on the way to and…

  • The Surprise

    “He might not have understood what he was seeing.  I barely understood it and I am not even ten years old.”  I pleaded with my brother to let our nephew go and let him go immediately.  “How could he not understand?” Jack said, practically yelling.  “Because he is ten, he wasn’t in on the secret. …

  • Starting a Podcast…

    Recently, I have being toying with the idea of maybe starting a podcast. Not a podcast where I have guests and long discussions, but maybe a podcast where I can read some of my stories out loud (if I can read my own handwriting) and see how things go. I have recently become a huge…

  • Wild Heart

    The days passed slowly and calmly as I tried to will myself back into entering society.  But as the days passed, I found myself enjoying my own company, more than I had before.  I hadn’t realized how much time and energy I had spent worrying about others instead of myself.  Gone were the days where…

  • Wailing

    “But I can explain.  I can explain everything that happened.  Everything will make sense if you let me tell you what really happened.”  Rowan practically fell to her knees in front of her mother and I wondered what she was doing.  We had discussed everything the night and the week before the ‘event’ but now…

  • Plan Your Visit

    The only way I knew how to survive was to be able to plan my visit.  If I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do, things would go awry.  I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get there.  I was a creature of habit and wanted to know ahead of time…

  • Gentle Birth

    “He is of gentle birth,” she said stoically.  “He is -”  “Oh please.  We do not live in the Middle Ages.”  I knew I should listen and indulge Lainey more than I did, but tonight was not the night.  I was too caught up in what was happening right outside to be caught up in…