Short Story Saturday – A Still Love

Short Story Saturday – A Still Love

Feb. 16, 2013 by

“Heather is at St. Mary’s in the ICU.” That’s all the status line said. It had been up for five hours. Normally, I went days without checking her wall, but lately she’d been on my mind. I wanted her to

Short Story Saturday — Chris N. Art

Short Story Saturday — Chris N. Art

Feb. 2, 2013 by

I’m trying to be quiet, but every morning is like an event. It’s still dark in the house. Everyone else is asleep. I don’t think of it as them taking me for granted. They depend on me to be the

Short Story Saturday — Choosing Sides

Short Story Saturday — Choosing Sides

Jan. 26, 2013 by

(I tried it again…getting lines from my Facebook friends. It’s fun and a lot challenging. I highlighted their lines in red. Thank you, Chris, LaDonna, Kristy, Lori, Michael, and Candy! Let me know when you have a whole story for

Short Story Saturday–Friends….forever

Short Story Saturday–Friends….forever

Jan. 19, 2013 by

(Just a little note before you read this. Three people helped me out. On Facebook, I asked for someone to give me the first line, cause I had no ideas for my short story this week. I got three responses.

Short Story Saturday–Newsflash

Short Story Saturday–Newsflash

Jan. 12, 2013 by

         A flash in my side-view mirror caught my attention just as Bobby smacked the dashboard with his hand. The last part of his mini-relationship lecture was lost as I adjusted the rear view to get a

Short Story Saturday–Deep Water

Short Story Saturday–Deep Water

Jan. 5, 2013 by

Tears splashed onto the fingerprints covering Jolie’s I phone. “What have I done?” The phone shook in her trembling hand as reality washed across her like an unwelcome wave. “What was I thinking?” Bing. A Trevor text. “What in the

Short Story Saturday — A Pinprick of Hope

Short Story Saturday — A Pinprick of Hope

Dec. 8, 2012 by

Henry unclenched his fists and took a deep breath. As he approached the door to the confinement cell, he could hear screaming and angry expletives interspersed with sobs. “How’s he doing?” The fifty-something guard outside of the doorway lowered his newspaper. “You

8 1/2 Hours—Short Story Saturday

8 1/2 Hours—Short Story Saturday

Dec. 1, 2012 by

8 1/2 Hours  Maybe nearly dying doesn’t make everyone dig deep, but it did me. I hadn’t opened up to anyone in years. Yeah, I talked with my girlfriends some, but not like this. And yeah, sure, I opened up

A Stranger in the House

A Stranger in the House

Nov. 3, 2012 by

(Saturdays are short story days! Don’t get too creeped out.) A Stranger in the House  She left the window open. I can’t say that she did it on purpose, but I like to think she did. I imagine her pausing

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