I have to let it go, I thought to myself. I plop myself down onto the bed and bury my face into the pillow. I feel a second weight upon the bed as I realize my boyfriend has followed me into the bedroom.
“Go...
It began on that day. The day he decided to grow up. It was mid-summer when he got the news that he’d been accepted into a prestigious school from out of state. The rest of his summer was spent...
We grew up together, her and I. Planted in the ground at the same time. From little seedlings to where we are now. Growing up next to her made it impossible for me to be seen. Everyone saw her first because...
“I knew that I shouldn’t have left this paper to do last minute,” I said to myself out loud.
I was searching for that one history book that I thought could solve all my writing problems. My major...
Melberta lifted her head as she pushed open the door to her favorite burger place. Mrs. Geraldine always took care of her, and a good cheeseburger always made everything better. She was careful not to...
I throw the covers off of me in the dark room and sit up in bed, my shirt sticking to the back of my skin. Swinging my legs off to the side, I get up and head to the kitchen for a fresh glass of…something,...
Warning: This story has content that may be triggering to some readers.
Images, and Images. All I see are these Images. They follow me around constantly; every time I close my eyes, these...
In a small bar set snugly in the middle of Dublin’s busiest street, an elderly couple toasted each other over drinks on the most popular Irish holiday: St. Patrick’s Day. The bar around them was noisy...
I wake up and it’s dark and I have no idea where I am at, it feels like just a couple seconds ago I was with Jack and the rest of the family being loaded onto a weird bird thing in what seemed to be...
I stare at the wall. I have no choice but to look at it. I sit too close to see anything else. So, I look at the not-so-ever-stretching plane. I wonder to myself why this wall decided to become a wall...
Every Friday night, I take the same trip home to Hernando, Mississippi. Driving through the Delta at night is always so dark. The long drive gets lonely, so I always listen to my favorite podcast, Small...
Bubbly suds cover the floors as my bristle brush scrub the dirt. The heat in the air evaporates the soapy water before I finish even a small square of the floor. My hands look like prunes from...
