Tag: short story

  • The Therapist

    For whatever reason, the therapist’s office looked familiar as soon as I walked in.  Up until that very moment, I had been under the impression I had never been to therapy before in my life.  My parents had never been ones to share their feelings very often and in return, neither did I.  But there…

  • Thunder Rumbling

    “The next time the thunder rumbles, we’ll have to hide.  Six rumbles in a row means only bad news is coming.”  Larry pulled the blanket farther over his head and closed his eyes.  I could feel his body start to shake the longer we stayed crouched in the corner.  I wanted to disregard everything he…

  • My Mother’s Flowers

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin  I knew as soon as I saw the pansies, I knew they were exactly what my mother would have wanted.  But I wasn’t sure anymore if I cared what she wanted.  She had left several weeks ago and hadn’t come back home.  I knew I had to get on with…

  • Finished

    “She has just finished.  Now the question is where will she go next?”   Samantha pulled her back into the classroom and put her fingers to her lips.  She was serious about this recognizance phase we were trying to pull on our Chemistry teacher.  Samantha was convinced Mrs. Compton was a ghost of her former self. …

  • Unspoken Tension

    “You could slice the tension in here with a knife,” Gerald said, idly swirling his drink.  I paused in the door afraid to reenter the living room.  There had been drama recently between my mom and her sister, but neither would tell anyone what had happened.  All we knew was this was the first time…

  • Big Dreams Zine

  • Solar Eclipse

    I wanted to see the solar eclipse, but wasn’t sure I could handle being in the car with Adrian for that long.  I didn’t think I could listen to him mansplain the eclipse to me.  Again.  Repeatedly.  For six hours.  The one other time I had been stuck alone in the car with him, I…

  • Motive

    Whether she knew it or not, Taylor had a reason for everything.  A single motive she based her entire life on.  She would deny, deny, deny she was a gold digger until the day she died.  She claimed she “worked” at the only bank in town because she loved the thrill of helping the “people…

  • Monster of Mine

    I always wanted to build a monster like Frankenstein, but never knew where to start.  Until I met Meredith.  She was the hip to my hop.  She was the first one I knew who started transforming barbie dolls into what she thought they should be like.  What the barbies were presented to us as.  And…

  • A Good Conversation

    “I always loved a good conversation until I met Theodore.  He was the only one who was able to make me uncomfortable with myself and with the truth.”  I didn’t want to look at my therapist because I wasn’t sure what she was going to say.  Sometimes I wondered if she either liked me or essential…