Tag: short story

I started planning my dream store when I took my first official art class when I was fifteen.  My parents thought art was a colossal waste of time and money so I had never been very supported in what I considered to be the early stages of my ‘career’.  I started babysitting for other families in the neighborhood…

My younger brother has always been obsessed with dragons.  Our mom has made him a new dragon costume for Halloween every single year since he was five.  He always told me his greatest victory was when he finally mastered the skills of reading and writing so he could make up his own dragon stories and fairy tales.  At…

“Hello.  I need you.  I love you.  Come back.”  I read and reread the letter over the course of the next week.  I was becoming obsessed, but felt like I had to know who the letter was to.  Or at least who the letter was from.  I had just bought a house and had found a few boxes in the shed that had…

“I don’t understand how she can be gone so much,” Rebecca told me as we walked out of our English composition class.  “How can she be getting a paycheck or not be fired when she misses one class every single week?  Especially when we only have two classes, maybe three.”  Mary pushed the door open to let…

“I am not going.  I am not doing this.  I don’t care what you say.”  I crossed my arms and stopped short of stamping my feet.  “What is the big deal?  It’s just a party.”  Jennifer continued to straighten her hair, not looking at me.  “Scott will be there and I don’t feel comfortable after…

When James and I got married, he didn’t want any lights on past ten o’clock and wanted to unplug every electronic device beginning at 9:00.  He never told me why he wanted to use no lights at night or why he wanted the entire house to be dark and silent from dusk until dawn.  I was told that under…

My sister was the only one in my family who cared about what made me happy.  She was the only one who knew what I wanted to do with my life and the only one who asked questions.  I never faulted my parents because I knew they were just doing their best, but I found myself jealous when other parents made it…

The bridge between my house and my neighbor’s house always equally terrified and enthralled me.  My older brothers always whispered stories to me about the trolls who lived under the bridge who would sneak out and eat little girls if they ever tried to cross alone.  Our nearest neighbors lived on the other side of the bridge, but after the…

Growing up, my aunt had always been my biggest cheerleader.  She moved in with my dad and I when my mom and uncle were killed in a car wreck on their way to the airport.  No one could ever figure what they were doing together and where they were going.  Neither my aunt or my father knew their respective…

I always believed in the idea that the easiest way of life was the best way of life.  I never understood the people who worked sixty hours a week just to be able to buy another pair of fancy shoes they are only going to wear once.  How many pairs of expensive black high heels did one need?  I had…