Sarah decided to skip lacrosse practice. As she strolled home she thought about entering the Google Science Fair Competition. Everyone said she should, but she had more confidence in scoring a goal than her mad science skills.
She immediately sensed something was wrong when she got home. The curtains were drawn. She heard voices, but couldn’t make out who they were. Sarah entered cautiously and realized they were coming from upstairs. She crept upstairs, saw her brother’s door cracked and carefully approached. As she peered through the crack she was mortified to see her brother and her girlfriend in bed together.
Alright today I decided to tackle two challenges in one post. The Daily Post Prompt: Places and the Trifecta weekend challenge of writing a piece using: 1) only 33 words and 2) it had to be in first person. So here it or rather they are. Enjoy!
I never yearned for writing our names in the sand or skiing or camping as long as she was here. Now she’s gone — that’s all I long for, and her at my side.
“Humph. Easy street,” Jackie said as she walked down Meadow Lane.
Jackie finally made it. She was living on easy street or rather Meadow Lane. Ever since she was a little girl she had hopes and dreams of living on Meadow Lane. Anybody and everybody that was somebody lived on Meadow Lane. And now she’s somebody and lives on Meadow Lane.
Meadow Lane is aptly named because once upon a time it was a meadow. It’s lined on both sides with the fattest and greenest American Holly evergreen shrubs. Growing on the meadow are a variety of holly trees, rhododendrons, azaleas, and to many wild flowers to name. It’s absolutely breathtaking. And of course a few cottage style houses peppered here and there.
Jackie has always wanted live in Mrs. Pearson’s house. She thought it was the finest thing she had ever seen with its stone and stucco work. The large bay window that practically took up the left side of the house. The arched doorways inside and out. The trellis with ivy growing on it. Continue reading →
Everyone has secrets. Some secrets come out of a sincere desire not to hurt the ones you love the most, while others come about because you’re ashamed, and still yet others come about because you are afraid of how others might judge you. But no matter how a secret comes about they are usually terrible things to bear.
I kept the secret to myself for years, but once I hit my teenage years it became increasingly difficult to hide. Growing up in a very tight knit, Continue reading →
I remember it like it was yesterday, well maybe not quite like yesterday but definitely not some 21 years ago — the first time someone other than a family member told me, “I love you.” It came from my first real boyfriend. I think back on that time and there were actually a lot of firsts during this time in my life.
It was my first year in college and away from the safety net of home and my parents; I had my first real boyfriend, one that actually cared how my day went; my first real kiss that meant something; and of course my first ‘I love you’. Continue reading →