Tag: writing

  • Bonfires

    “We were never here,” Savannah said as we quickly exited through the back door of Tyler’s house.  I let the door slam as the sirens got closer.  “Who called the police?”  I asked as we ran toward the alley.  “Let’s just get away first.  If I get arrested, I’m headed straight back to juvie.  I sure as hell won’t go…

  • Acceleration

    I always knew the fireplace would be a problem.  Jake obsessed with fire and he hated to clean.  Or at least said he always ‘forgot’ to clean.  I was left with making sure the chimney was clean and nothing easily ignitable was within a few feet of the fire.  The night I came home with the firetrucks filling my front yard, I already had…

  • The Hiding Place

    Everything had gone perfectly.  Until it didn’t.  I blame the mess I was in squarely on Nathan’s shoulders.  If he had listened to me and done what I asked, we would be free and clear at this very moment.  Nathan was the reason I couldn’t paint anymore.  Couldn’t write anymore.  If he had not started obsessively…

  • Risk vs. Reward

    As I drove slowly down the street, I wondered if the risks were greater than the reward.  The problem was I just wasn’t sure which one I was more interested in – the risk or the reward.  The risk was the fact I was potentially doing something illegal, but I knew the reward would be Tanner.  Probably.  All I…

  • The Haunting at the Library

    “I know you are not going to believe what just happened to me, but listen.  It was the weirdest thing.”  I tried to calm myself down before I talked to the rest of my coworkers.  “Not another one of your ghost stories.  Because really.  We have heard them so many times already.”  Nate didn’t even look away from his computer screen as he replied.  “But this…

  • Pathetic

    “You’re pathetic.”  I stared at my neighbor and waited for him to turn around and realize I was there, waiting for him on the sidewalk.  I wanted to scream about what a horrendous neighbor he was, how he was running off all the good neighbors because of what a terrible person he was.  He was petty, vindictive, repulsive and all I…

  • For the First Time

    “For the first time, he asked me what I wanted for dinner instead of telling me what we were going to have.  And then this morning he made breakfast before I was even out of the shower.  I’m not sure what is happening.”  I picked up the wadded Kleenex and debated on how much more I should say. …

  • Losing It

    “I feel like I’m losing it.”  I felt my body start to shake as I stared at Cassie’s front door.  Had I really seen what I thought I had seen or was I making everything up?  I wanted to believe what I had seen, but how could it be true?  How could she be there one…

  • The Meaning of Dreams

    “The question brought to my attention last week after our discussion last week was this.  What is the true meaning of dreams?  Is there a true meaning?  A real meaning?  Is there a right answer?  A correct answer for all dreams?”  I stared at my professor and felt my entire body completely tense.  He had asked my question,…

  • Two Days

    “I haven’t slept in two days.  I literally can’t go anywhere with you.  I am going straight to bed.”  I tried to gently push my way through the party and to my room.  I wanted to go straight to bed and didn’t want to talk to anyone.  “Claire, you should stay.  This will be the…