Tag: writing

  • The Gourd

    I knew what happened to the gourd, but you couldn’t pay me enough money to tell my grandmother what happened.  Even if she didn’t agree, I knew my life would be over.  I don’t know what it was about my grandmother and her gourds, but the one I had just broken was her favorite.  I…

  • Carpe Diem

    “Please don’t even tell me to seize the day.  Carpe diem is the last thing I want to hear from you.  If that comes out of your mouth, I will leave immediately.”    I didn’t look at Mary, but I could feel her eyes boring holes into the back of my head.  I didn’t turn because…

  • The Hideaway

    The day after ‘it’ happened, everyone thought I had performed a miracle. I didn’t know if I should tell them the reality of the situation or not. Had they not seen the same thing I had? Did they not realize I had nothing to do with the ‘finding’ the missing child? I had stumbled across…

  • Footsteps

    Growing up, I wanted to be exactly like my older brother.  He was the coolest guy I knew and why would I not want to be like him?  He was great at school (without ever seeming to study), baseball seemed to come natural to him and he was always surrounded by a large group of…

  • The Haunted Apartment

    When we first stepped into the apartment, I knew we could never live there.  The main problem being the fact the windows were small and dark.  Mom had too many plants for this to be acceptable.  I also craved natural light too much to be stuck in such a dark apartment.  But when my mom…

  • Bus Whisper

    “Please don’t do it,” the woman behind me whispered into her phone. Should I turn around or should I just mind my own business? She had been talking in whispers for the entirety of the bus ride and this was the only time I had actually heard any of her conversation. She had gotten on…

  • The Waterfalls

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  I heard the waterfalls long before we made it.  This is the moment I had been waiting for, for six years and I couldn’t quite believe I made it.  Even though I had been hiking and training for months, I was winded. My heart was beating fast, but I couldn’t tell…

  • The Bully

    In elementary school, I didn’t think I would ever end up being friends with Lacey.  Not only was she was the bully of our elementary school, but she was also a huge ass kisser.  She was able to bully anyone and everyone and got away with it because all the teachers loved her.  They just…

  • The Fire Escape

    PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox  When I first moved into the apartment building, I had a love/hate relationship with the fire escape. The love came from the fact yellow was my favorite color (dumb, I know) and that I was also terrified of fires so I was happy there was a way for me to escape.…

  • The Bus Stop

    I knew something was wrong the moment I arrived at the bus stop. Steve wasn’t there and Steve was always there. And was always there before I showed up. I am the bus rider who shows up just before the bus was scheduled to leave with coffee in one hand and make up in the…