Tag: short story

  • Passion

    The passion in the artist’s eyes made me long for what I once had.  I once felt like I belonged to a group – to a community – but now I am not so sure.  It really started the weekend of my first “unofficial” show.  My then boyfriend (also a starving artist) had set me up…

  • Vulnerable

    “He is nothing but vulnerable so give him a break,” I said as I raised the axe above my head.  I heard the satisfying thunk of splitting wood and waited for Scott to respond.  “He is twenty-nine years old.  Time for him to grow up and get out.”  I sighed one of the millions of sighs I had when…

  • Caring

    “He doesn’t care about you,” I told Kristin.  “He never has.”  “Yes he does.  How can you explain the gifts?  The trips?  The clothes?”  Kristin continued to curl her hair as I sat on the edge of her bed.  I was skeptical of this guy she was going to meet, but she didn’t want to hear anything…

  • Things I Wanted to Say

    “There are lots of things I wanted to say but never did,” I wrote.  I stared at the letter I had started for the tenth time before crumpling it and throwing it into the pile with all the others.  What could I say to the one person I had loved so much, but had failed…

  • Dust

    The dust didn’t even have a chance to settle.  I wanted out of the relationship before we had even had a chance to get very serious.  Henry had seemed so perfect when we first met, but things quickly deteriorated.  I overheard Henry telling people how happy he was and years later, I still cringe.  I met Henry at the gym one morning before work.  I…

  • Gently Flowing Creek

    The stones were singing to me the moment I stepped into the gently flowing creek.  Singing to welcome me home and to ask me what had taken so long.  I sat on the edge of the river and let the cool water wash away the problems of the day.    I always regretted not coming to…

  • Acres of Green

    All I wanted to do was play outside all day every day.  Being inside gave me anxiety.  I had read Anne of Green Gables with my mother and had wanted to be Anne ever since.  I even tried to use the same language and words, but quickly realized my friends didn’t always understand what I was…

  • The Farm

    “Do you want to buy the farm with me?”  I asked, almost begging.  If Chase didn’t agree to my latest plan, I wasn’t sure I could swing buying the farm.  I knew other people were looking and if I didn’t snap it up quickly, I knew someone else would.  “Well, I’ve been thinking about it…

  • Banging

    “I heard banging sounds coming from the computers,” I whispered to Jen.  “What if he breaks them before the police get here?”  “Then we add it to the report.” I could hear the exasperation in her voice.  It was like she had been part of a robbery before.  From what I knew of her past, I…

  • April Fool

    I always hated April Fool’s Day and had since I was in elementary school.  My mother scared easily so the two of us tried to avoid having anything to do with April 1 when it rolled around.  My father and brother were obsessed with scaring everyone so naturally, my mother and I were their favorite subjects. …