Tag: writing

  • 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…

  • Mother of Beauty

    I always wanted to be exactly like my mother.  She was the nicest person I had ever met and was always surrounded by people.  I wanted to be just like her, but the more I tried, the more I felt my own spirit drifting away.  Drifting away to drown.  I found myself drowning in regret…

  • 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…

  • Sanctuary

    I always felt like the park next to my house was my sanctuary.  When my parents started fighting or I was feeling claustrophobic in our tiny house, I went to the park.  There were plenty of benches to do my homework and for the most part, the families who frequented the park were dog friendly. …

  • Never Alone

    My mother always remarked that she was never alone.  As a kid, I never understood what she was talking about since I had six siblings and none of us ever expected to be alone.  So of course, being our mother, we were constantly badgering her.  We were always loud and we were always up in each other’s business.  I knew everything about…