Dear Journal, It was midnight. I was up like usual, writing that poem on the left page. It was a Saturday, so I knew I wouldn’t hear from him. Weekends are the hardest. They linger like an unpleasant odor. Soured like rotten milk. And my guts feel like twisted steel. Most Saturdays I spend bitingContinue reading “Wildest Dreams: Midnight”
Category Archives: Short Stories
Wonderland
Sunday. Lazy day. The only day I get to have a lazy day. I work Monday through Saturday, and even after leaving the office I stay up until about one in the morning working on my laptop. My family says I’m a workaholic. Coworkers say I need to take a vacation. I don’t need anyContinue reading “Wonderland”
Jungle Gym
I am sitting at my desk in the open spaced classroom. None of us can concentrate on the current task. We watch the minute hand tick-tock. The room fills with the chorus of bouncing pencil erasers, the tap-tap-tapping of feet against the linoleum floor and fingers drumming against polished wooden desk tops. Once the minuteContinue reading “Jungle Gym”
Feels Like Home
It took you about fifteen minutes to park, I kept busy by writing in my notebook, trying to get all my ideas down on paper so I wouldn’t forget later; because let’s admit it, I always forget come later. You ease yourself into a parking spot that anyone else would have had trouble with. WeContinue reading “Feels Like Home”
To soar on a paper air plane… As I folded up the pain white paper I wondered what it would be like. If I were small enough to sit right on the edge as it took flight, catching in the wind. How my scarf might dance behind me as the brisk air brushed against myContinue reading
The Last Time
He found himself at her door. Like so many times before. But he couldn’t remember how he got there. It seemed all roads lead to her. It was a warm but cool night. He could taste its humidity on his tongue. Had he walked? Did he drive? He couldn’t remember. Nor could he tearContinue reading “The Last Time”
Runaway Train
The first in a series of short stories inspired by Songs. Pressing the dials on the payphone, I called her up in the middle of the night. All was dark and quiet. I felt like a firefly without a light. She was a blowtorch always calling me to her side. She picked up on theContinue reading “Runaway Train”
Tick-Tock
He could hear the ticking echo through his ears. When the minute hand moved he felt the stinging in his heart which grew stronger and stronger. He knew he was running out of time. His breath felt like thunder, shaking in his bones. Each step he ran was a race against the hour hand. Tick.Continue reading “Tick-Tock”
Sigh Of Death
I looked deep into his crystal eyes and knew it was the end. With his warm, strong hands wrapped around my neck I could hear my heartbeat echoing within my eardrums. It slowed itself to a dull hum as the black crept into the corners of my vision. Not once did either of us breakContinue reading “Sigh Of Death”
The Wolf’s Howl
The chill night air was still. Not a single sound could be heard except for the howl of a single wolf in the distance. The moon was full. It stared down at me taunting, with its gray glow. I could feel my heart sputter with fear as it lodged itself into my throat. Gripping herContinue reading “The Wolf’s Howl”
Mercedes Moore 