Tag: writing

  • Jacket Pocket

    I knew there was a problem as soon as I put on my mother’s jacket.  Her pockets were too heavy.  I had finally found her hiding spot; the hiding spot I had been searching for.  I knew she had forgotten she had left the photos in her pocket because she had been hiding them from…

  • Adoration

    Hazel had always told me my adoration of Taylor was misplaced.  That he wasn’t the All-American, small-town boy he made himself out to be.  But I couldn’t help myself.  He was charming, but sullen.  Down to earth, yet wild.  A straight shooter with attention problems.  He came from a well-to-do family.  In short, he had everything I…

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  • Repulsed

    I was completely repulsed by the stranger immediately.  There was something about his swagger that triggered me.  It kind of reminded me of how my neighbor walked and even though he was cleared of any wrongdoing by a technicality, I was pretty sure he did murder his wife.  Stacy “disappeared” two days after I heard…

  • The Therapist

    For whatever reason, the therapist’s office looked familiar as soon as I walked in.  Up until that very moment, I had been under the impression I had never been to therapy before in my life.  My parents had never been ones to share their feelings very often and in return, neither did I.  But there…

  • Thunder Rumbling

    “The next time the thunder rumbles, we’ll have to hide.  Six rumbles in a row means only bad news is coming.”  Larry pulled the blanket farther over his head and closed his eyes.  I could feel his body start to shake the longer we stayed crouched in the corner.  I wanted to disregard everything he…

  • My Mother’s Flowers

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin  I knew as soon as I saw the pansies, I knew they were exactly what my mother would have wanted.  But I wasn’t sure anymore if I cared what she wanted.  She had left several weeks ago and hadn’t come back home.  I knew I had to get on with…

  • Finished

    “She has just finished.  Now the question is where will she go next?”   Samantha pulled her back into the classroom and put her fingers to her lips.  She was serious about this recognizance phase we were trying to pull on our Chemistry teacher.  Samantha was convinced Mrs. Compton was a ghost of her former self. …

  • Unspoken Tension

    “You could slice the tension in here with a knife,” Gerald said, idly swirling his drink.  I paused in the door afraid to reenter the living room.  There had been drama recently between my mom and her sister, but neither would tell anyone what had happened.  All we knew was this was the first time…

  • Big Dreams Zine