Tag: writing

  • Drive Me Crazy

    “I knew she would drive me crazy the very first time I laid my eyes on her. I think it was the way she strolled in like she owned the place,” I knew I was talking to no avail as I knew Tony wasn’t really listening. All eyes were on Virginia as she was led…

  • The Singer

    The moment Jordan opened his mouth, I knew he was destined to become a singer. He didn’t know it yet, but I was determined he would become a star. I knew he wouldn’t necessarily agree with me so I started slowly integrating myself into his life. I started taking writing classes so I could hopefully…

  • Imagination

    My mother had never had much of an imagination so I happily made up enough for both of us.  I always wondered why she never had any imagination, but never really questioned her about it.  The one time I did, she immediately and suddenly became deaf and wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of…

  • Rainbows and Unicorns

    “Where did all this glitter come from? How…” I heard my brother mutter as he walked through the kitchen to the backyard where the party was happening. His youngest daughter was turning three and had insisted on having both unicorns and rainbows at her party. And nothing else. Lila had refused to wear anything other…

  • Back to the Farm

    “When are we going back to the farm? When can I see Folgers again? Does he miss me? Will he remember me?” Zach went on and on with his endless questions. Part of me wanted him to stop asking so many questions, but I also knew I would miss his questions.  “Zach, you know when…

  • Home Alone

    “We’re not alone,” my sister whispered in the middle of the night.  She crawled into my bed like she had done most nights in the last week.  You would think, at ten years old, one little ghost story would not scare her as much as the Boogeyman. My father had grown up loving scary stories…

  • Flickering Flames

    As I watched the fireplace flicker, I wondered if this was what the rest of my life would be like.  Sitting, watching and waiting for the next event.  I wasn’t sure how to get things done, how to get things started.  I needed to get out of this house, but I couldn’t let my aunt…

  • Professional Creative

    Johnson often went around town telling everyone who would listen that he was a ‘professional creative’ though I’m not sure he understood what that meant. He was only nineteen and only had a ‘name’ for himself because one of his videos on TikTok went viral. That’s it.  He was a freshman in college and had…

  • The Zookeeper

    Check out my story on the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog!

  • Team Player

    “Don’t be afraid to skin your knees. If you get knocked over, just get back up.” My father spoke softly to me as we stared at the field. I would soon be lacing up my soccer shoes to play in my first game. To play in my first game against all boys. My small town…