Spinning around, she searched for him. We haven’t seen each other since the ninth-grade, will he recognize me? She wondered, gripping tightly to the note in her hand. He was her first crush, first love, but they were broken up when her parents moved her across the country and since then, she’s been searching for…
I don’t understand my grandpa.
“I can’t do it!” Abby grunted, staring at the bowl of dirt before her.
Beneath the roof of her family barn, Tilly hugged her duct-taped boots and cried like her world was on the verge of a collapse.
After over five years spent trying to make her way out of the wilderness, she had surrendered just about every shred of humanity.
Standing on the gallery’s second floor landing, Roger tapped his fingers impatiently on the metal railing, his eyes trained at the entrance.
Heart pounding, hands clutching tight to my blouse, I followed the ladies to the garden, walking several paces behind while they chatted away about random topics.
Heart pounding, Taylor focused on the constant thumping of her feet hitting the ground as she sprinted two blocks to her boxing class.
Inspired by Disney movies…
“Time for dinner, kids,” I called from the dining room and waited for the pattering of steps and the cheerful laughter but none came.
“That’s odd, didn’t you say that couple’s going to take the boat for the night?”
“What. The. Hell. Happened?” I enunciated each word slowly and clearly.
A follow-up to this story… “Do you remember the fire that made the news a few years ago?” I nodded.
In the last moments of his life, Dad told me something that changed my life forever.
Slowly, she turned the knob and pushed the door inward.
I was at work when my secretary knocked and presented me with a white envelope. “A gentleman dropped this off for you.” I accepted the envelope as my secretary hastily retreated. I rolled my eyes. Why is everyone in this building afraid of me? Inside the envelope was an orange construction paper. The words,…
He led me through the woods blindfolded, wanted to show me his gift for our anniversary. I felt giddy, wondering what it could be. Heck, it can be anything. He’s an artist after all. “Are we there yet?” “Almost,” my sweet husband whispered in my ear, “Now, step to your right,” I obeyed as he…
“Um, how much are these hats?”
“Stop following me!” Her scream rang through the hotel corridor.
“Oh no, not again.” Sammy muttered, staring out the living room window.
“Does anyone know what this is?” The children shook their heads at the picture.
“Open the door slowly,” Sara nudged Eddie. Eddie rolled his eyes and ignored her. He pushed the closet door open.
He would be drunk that night. He would stumble up the stairs to his apartment, too wasted to notice the door to his apartment was standing ajar.