I got a haircut at a professional salon recently. When I got home a few hours later, my mom began to pick at my hair. I shooed her away. “What are you doing?”
I spent this Christmas Eve sitting in my car in a near-empty mall parking lot, calling the only person that would understand my situation while listening to the rain peter-patter on the roof of my car.
It seems like only cool people attend high school reunions, but that’s just my opinion.
I had originally planned to present this story at Toastmasters (a club to practice public speaking) last October but I was so busy at the time that I couldn’t get it written in time. It’s my take on one of my favorite Edgar Allen Poe’s short-stories which I think it was perfect for Halloween.
“Jimmy, how many times do I have to tell you?” Mom said in her usual-nagging-southern-accent.
I was nominated by Rugby843 at the same time as Sandman to participate in this challenge. I participated in Sandman’s picture yesterday and hopefully, I’ll write something just as fun for this picture today. The rules of this challenge are: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a…
I was nominated by Sandmanjazz to participate in this challenge. The rules of this challenge are: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a picture of your own and nominate three people.
“It doesn’t matter when, the dark clouds will eventually disappear to let the sun shine.” Her mother’s words ring in her ears as she stands on the damp green grass of the cemetery.
Ryan guffawed when Sam told him his weather wizard worked. “Oh yeah? If you don’t believe me, go take a look yourself.”
This is the post I’ve been trying to post for the past 30 minutes! But WordPress published another post instead. 😡 Anyway, I wrote this short story for a prompt 4 years ago and thought it would be fun to do some minor edits and re-post it. Please enjoy. Merry Christmas!
December 25, 2146, Seaside Village, Historic North Carolina In gray stockings and a wool dress draped around her ankles, eleven-year-old Lula opened the door and stepped out of the two-bedroom rambler she and her parents have called home all their lives. Sucking in a deep breath, Lula glanced around the white-washed, orange-roof village. It had…
The incessant knocking seems to be coming from nearby. Knock knock knock.Shut up, I want to scream but I feel too tired to do so. What should one do to get some sleep ’round here? Knock knock knock, the knocking continues. “Mister, can you hear me?” A voice speaks urgently. Shut the F-up! I shout,…
“No,” Manny said, sitting on the bed with his arms folded, “No way I’m flying. It’s only to Boise, can’t we just save some money and drove there? I’ll bet it’s quicker than go through customs and bag check.”
“I want to join the cause.” The chunky-tan-man behind the metal desk leaned back and looked up. He pursed his lips, folded his arms, and said, “and why should we consider you?” “I have a wicked aim with a shotgun and I am willing to do anything to protect my family and everything I love.”…
“Come on, Molly,” I say with my head in the doggy door, “if you can close the door, you can sure open it.”
Do you believe in karma? If you do, you will know better than forcing me out of my home of 50 years. All because of what? To build your subdivision? If you think you can offer me money to appease what you’ve done, you’ve got another thing coming. I am going to make this land…
Her nervousness fades and heartbeat slows as the small row boat travels downstream.
With six-pack of beer on his passenger seat, Eddy pulled over to the shoulder.
“I am not going up there.” Ella said firmly.
“Bad night?” The bartender asked and placed a shot glass on the bar-top.
“What do you think your grandma keeps in here?” Eddie asked, pointing at the orange container he and Sadie discovered in the back corner of her grandmother’s shed.
Harry sprinted up the stairs and back down a moment later.
“Is that a carton of milk on the shelf, dad?” Lily asks her 83-year-old father.