[Week 1, Day 3 [I missed Day 2]] I find myself missing the dark green pillow from my grandparents house. The circular one with the scalloped edges, that I would place at a perfect angle on the floor to sit on when I watched cartoons. It had to be just far enough so they wouldn’t … Continue reading Just Close Enough
[Short story submission, day 1] He wore a green turtleneck as though he were the first one to think of it. The lights adorning the back of the makeshift stage glowed as he gyrated and smacked the mic into the floor, casually (making my friend worry about the sound guy's reaction), as though that one … Continue reading Could you describe the ruckus, sir?
Help me build a short-story library! In the first week, I’ll post 5 story starts (each one 500 words). YOU vote for the story you want to see go further by commenting with “tell me more” or something to that effect (and yes, you can vote for more than one story per round). 🙂 … Continue reading March Writing Project!
“I don’t love you anymore.” I sat there, spacing out to the middle-distance. I felt my left eyelid twitch a few times, before subsiding. I nodded. “It’s not anything you did,” she continued. “I just feel like we’ve both started growing in different directions. Drifting apart. And I know how sad you are when I’m … Continue reading Lights
Staring didn't accomplish much, though the riders seemed to think that if they looked long and hard enough at the intercom they could make the conductor cease his morning announcements. It was a rainy Friday morning, not even 7am. You could tell the seasoned Chicago veterans from the newbies by the umbrellas casually dangling from … Continue reading A 7am Commute
"Did you hear that scream?" "Yes, I'm the one that screamed." "Why'd you scream? Is everything ok?" "Yeah, I was just trying to see if the house echoes." We were standing in the middle of a cavernous, empty room - our soon-to-be living room. Mom and Dad had stepped outside to see if the moving … Continue reading “Did You Hear That Scream?”
"Isn't it fun to fall in love?" he asks, not waiting for an answer and laughing at his own cleverness. A sandy curl falls over one dark brown eye and he leaves it there. I'm sure he thinks that he looks charming, a romancer and an artist. His eyes leave mine and rake across my … Continue reading The Worst Thing in the World