Tag: uncle

  • The Graveyard

    As I tiptoed through the cemetery, I was pretty sure someone was watching me. I was certain no one had followed me so whoever it was must have already been here. Waiting.  If I could only get to the other side of the cemetery and to the street, I knew I could make it out.…

  • Uncle James

    As the sunshine kissed my face, I knew I was never going back inside. If I did, my uncle would make sure I never saw the sun again. I knew he meant well, but I couldn’t stay inside forever. I had heard the stories of my mother too many times to be scared anymore. If…

  • The Final Streetlight

    “Do you think he’s okay?” I whispered as my cousin and I watched Tyler slowly trudge down the middle of the street.  The darkness made him difficult to see, but with the streetlights we could barely make out his outline. I didn’t want Tyler to leave, but I knew his life would be safer and…

  • Camping Out

    “He always told me he never had a hero.  Never knew anyone who he could look up to on a regular basis.”  I listened to the talk show host halfheartedly.  I didn’t want to be staying with my aunt and uncle, but it was too late.  Once I was inside there was no going back. …

  • Decorating Dreams

    “The kids are out riding their bikes.  We have about twenty minutes before they come home.  What should we do first?”  I looked at my uncle and wondered what he would say.  I kind of was hoping he wouldn’t say anything and I could do everything by myself.  I knew Stan meant well, but his…

  • Patience

    I lost my patience for stupidity a long time ago.  Most of the time I believe in the statement of ‘there are no stupid questions,’ but then the real questions come and I start to lose my mind.  Maybe I wasn’t meant for working with other people.  A job that didn’t require me to talk to anyone I…

  • Coming Back to Life

    The twisting of my hair brought me screaming back to real life.  The man who kidnapped me from right outside my dorm room was waking me up by yanking me off the floor by my hair.  I didn’t know who he was or what I was doing here so I was trying to figure out…

  • Updates

    “Call me when you get there.  Or at least send a text so we have some idea of what is going on and that you’re all right.”  I couldn’t believe my aunt.  Literally couldn’t believe her.  My mom and I were heading back to our house after spending the last two days helping my aunt pack…