Tag: short story

  • All-American

    “You know what that is, right?  You know it is important we get back that information.”  The principal held up the exam and waited.  “Someone has stolen the answer sheet for this exam.  I will wait however long it takes.”  Dr. Zachary sat back down behind the desk.  He glanced around the room and when nobody made a…

  • Disoriented

    “I was totally disoriented,” I told the police officer.  “I really don’t know where I was last night.  The first thing I remembered was walking down the sidewalk toward the school.”  “Do you remember anything else?  Who you were with?  Anything after you left your friends at the bar?”  I stared straight ahead and tried…

  • You Don’t Know Me

    “When you see me, please pretend like you don’t know me.  You don’t know me, you don’t know me,” I thought.  I closed my mouth and hoped that I didn’t actually say that out loud.  Nobody around me seemed startled so maybe I did just think it to myself.  Mr. Garcia, my Calculus teacher, had just entered the small restaurant on…

  • Incapable

    “I am incapable of feeling,” I told my teacher.  “I can’t do it even though I have tried.  I’m not even sure what to do anymore.”  When Mr. Stewart didn’t respond, I stood to pick up my backpack and headed toward the door.  I knew I shouldn’t have told Mr. Stewart what was going on. …

  • Clouds

    “His head is always in the clouds,” I overheard my teacher tell my parents.  “Is that a bad thing?”  My mom asked tentatively.  It was probably the fact her head was in the clouds most of the time, but I knew the rumors weren’t true about either of us.  She was just using her art to escape the trauma of her…

  • Tears

    “This story will end in tears,” I thought to myself as I listened to the young couple at the table next to mine.  As I waited for my husband, I couldn’t help but listen to their whispered argument.  They apparently had gotten into a minor fender bender on the way to the restaurant and for…

  • Bad Habits

    “I picked up that habit from Brianne.  I know it’s a weird one and can be super annoying, but I’ve done it for so long, I can’t stop.”  “You can stop, just try harder,” my mother snapped.  “You can’t blame Brianne for everything.”  I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew it wouldn’t work.  When…

  • Empty

    My truck rolled to a stop as the arrow passed the E on my gas tank.  I knew it was coming and had been hoping to make it a little farther from home before running out of gas.  Justin wouldn’t find out I was gone for another hour and a half.  If I was lucky.  I had…

  • The Painters

    I thought the painters looked suspicious the moment they pulled up in a murder van.  My sister and I had been listening to way too many podcasts about true crime and it was all we could talk about.  Suddenly everyone looked suspicious and everyone had the potential to be a murderer.  My sister laughed about my overactive imagination…

  • Make or Break

    I knew the next decision would make or break my academic life.  And I only had two minutes to decide what to do.  I had been working two jobs and going to school to finish the last of my degree when I realized I had a ten-page paper due the next day.  Art history was not on…