Tag: short story

I moved around so many times growing up, I got into the habit of never owning more than I could carry.  My main problem was the number of notebooks I had acquired over the years.  I couldn’t keep myself from writing stories and it got to a point that I had one large suitcase full of clothes and one stuffed with a few clothes and…

My father has always been my favorite storyteller.  He always tells me it’s because his family didn’t own a television when he grew up, but I don’t think that’s necessarily true.  He has to have a very active imagination to be able to make up all the intricate details that are included in his stories.  He also…

I’ve always been a sucker for happy endings.  I started reading fairy tales in elementary school and started rewriting them shortly after.  I grew tired of the prince always saving the princess.  I wanted the princess to be ready and able to save herself instead of waiting on someone else to come all the while hoping…

I have spent years trying to forget high school.  The petty fights, the drama, the gossip, the rumors.  I wanted to forget everyone and move on and move away.  Why anyone stayed in their hometown for anything was beyond me.  The worst time I had was when all my friends got a ride for lunch, but told me there wasn’t…

I always wished I had my brother’s room.  As the only outgoing member of the family, I wanted the room with the French doors that opened into the backyard.  My parents had a strict curfew of ten o’clock, but who could get anything done before then?  I wanted to stay out all night and not…

“It takes one to know one,” was my sister’s favorite comeback line in the history of comeback lines.  As we got older, she got wittier, but I always knew she did really love me when she repeated her favorite line.  She could never get the words ‘I love you’ to come out of her mouth,…

I knew exactly what was going to happen.  And I knew exactly what time it was going to happen.  My mother had never been good at keeping secrets and I was not good at surprises.  We both knew this and my sister often had to run interference.  I didn’t even know how she could be my mother since there was…

When Eddie Mayford was killed, everyone was shocked.  Eddie was the nicest one in our entire town and now he was dead.  Dead and nobody knows why.  The police released a statement of ‘no comment’ so I know that must mean there is something going on they don’t want the public to know.  I have been in…

The whole experience made me bang my head against my desk.  Jackson had a way of pushing every button I felt was off limits.  I never knew if he was doing it on purpose or not, but the way he continued to push, he had to know how I felt.  Even when I tried to avoid him, he…

I always had to have fresh flowers in my apartment.  It was a tradition started by my mother and I have never been able to let the tradition die.  The local flower shops know me by name, but I am beginning to get worried about my finances.  As the years have gone on, the price of flowers have slowly…