Tag: writing

  • Memories

    “Without memories, who are we anyway?  Without memories how would we learn?”  I stared down the hallway and wondered what would come next.  It had been so long since I had been in the house, I wasn’t sure if my memories were even correct.  Or even real?  Was it a real memory of me laughing…

  • Plotting

    All I wanted to do was stay home and not have to talk to anyone.  My job at the public library was running me ragged due to short staffing and dumb questions.  I was on desk and talking with the public every hour of my workday other than my lunch.  Lunch was the only part…

  • The Empty Chair

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew something serious had happened when I saw the empty chair. It had not been empty at 7:42 AM for any of the last 813 mornings. I didn’t know the man’s name, but maybe it was finally time to stop and see what was going on and what had happened.…

  • Shadows

    I knew I would love the house the second I saw it.  When my mom told my brother and I we were moving to the country, I knew we were in for a treat.  I grew up loving the story of Anne of Green Gables and knew this was my chance to become Anne.  Growing…

  • I Don’t Miss Middle School…

    Have you ever had something happen in your life that years later, you still remember everything about that day? I had a group of friends I grew up with – many I played sports with (soccer, softball, tag, Commando) and went to school with from Kindergarten on – but somewhere along the way, I think…

  • You Define Love

    “You define love,” I wanted to whisper, but ended up biting my tongue instead.  I was scared my views would be blown out of the water by my more thoughtful and poetic fiancee.  There were many times I totally felt inadequate by his words, his actions and his thoughtfulness. I had tried to tell him…

  • Working For a Living

    “I never said I wanted to work for a living.  I want to be out in the real world.  I want to live by my own standards and not by anyone else’s.”  I stood in my defiance, knowing it would all come to bite me in the end.  “All I wanted to do is to…

  • 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…

  • The Bedroom

    PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart  As I walked into my brother’s room, I was disgusted. The food was not only on his so-called desk, but all over the floor. I don’t know where he got the trays from, but I could only imagine he had taken them from the cafeteria. The cafeteria who was about…

  • Perfection

    I stared into his eyes and wanted to leave the party.  Even though Grant and I had met three months ago, I am not confident he remembers my name.  I longed for him to remember, to notice I was there.  To know that I was noticing him. But here he was staring blankly at me…