Tag: short story

  • 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. …

  • Shadow

    As an adult, I would say I definitely worry about missing out on everything my friends are doing.  Even if I really just want to stay home and go to bed, how can I not go to the party?   What if something happens and they talk about it for weeks?  What if I miss out on the inside…

  • Purple Sage

    “Purple sage?”  My cousin stared at me blankly.  “That’s what the note said?  Is it supposed to be some sort of code?”  “I have no idea,” I said shrugging.  “If it wasn’t some sort of code, what would it mean?”  Justin and I were pouring over our grandparents’ old books and diaries of their life…

  • Woodland Creatures

    When I told my sister about the conversation I had with the fox, I could tell she was jealous.  She didn’t want to admit yet that I could talk to the foxes before she did, but here we are.  We had started school a few weeks before and had a new headmaster and he was…

  • First Impressions

    I loved going to the beach every year.  I loved the beach from the very first time my toes sank in the sand.  Every weekend I begged my mom to take my brother and I to the beach since it was only a short fifteen-minute drive away.  She was a freelance writer who often whisked away for stories and interviews, but was able to schedule…

  • Horse Drawn Carriage

    “Last night I dreamed we left town on a horse drawn carriage,” my sister said from the backseat of my minivan.  I hated driving the old beat-up rust bucket, but if I wanted any life at all, it was in this minivan.  And if Gina was to get anywhere, I was most often responsible for getting her…