Literary Fiction
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Bits and Pieces is a book of Poetry and Short Stories I am writing during my time at writingspace.org and other stories I've written previously. "Sounds interesting!"
She ran as fast as she could. The library was only a couple of blocks from the middle school, but it was due to close in a few more minutes. Her backpack almost tipped her over from it violently shaking with her rushed movements. She approached the front door and swung it open. Going up to the front desk, she asked, almost out of breath, where the romance novels were located. After the librarian pointed, the girl ran to the section and froze. There were aisles of books. It was imperative she find t...
Taken, Under a shining sun I sit here quietly in the dark, My hands behind me. The light, I remember Bright and powerful It took me a moment To realize they were here for me. My memories are few Hands grabbing, pulling me. I found myself Scared and shaky Now, here, alone, In a dark space I wait for the unknown The fear is real. I take a deep breath To settle myself And memories Come flooding ...
Black At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was to pay off all our bills. That way, all the money we got would be profit. We jumped around in excitement, laughing at our good luck. We felt such relief. &nb...
Alone I lay here, alone in my bed. It’s turned midnight and my husband just arrived home from his date with Ms. Heather Williams. She used to be my best friend when we were younger, but now she’s the “other woman.” Or more likely, I’m the other woman. I see him looking in the mirror as he brushes his teeth. He’s watching himself and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he wishing he was back with her? I know he only stays with me because of my trust fund. There&...
See me, See me Not He knew he’d seen her. After lunch in the park. After a few drinks at the bar. In his own damn apartment. And he could hear her, too, calling his name in a whisper just above the sound of the wind. He was walking along the pier watching the sunset on the sparkling water, almost to the end, when he saw her again. Her long, brown hair blowing in the breeze. She turned to face him, but her features were fragmented. &...
She closes her eyes And remembers At the beach, seeing the ocean for the first time, age five. It terrified her, and she turned and ran. No one understood the fear that came from the huge expanse of water. Was it a dream? Or was it real? When she thought about the bridge. Her father driving, her mother sitting quietly in the seat next to him. She remembers being in the back, cowering in the footwell With her eyes closed, tears ...
Contact It flashed through the sky and then was gone. Lucy was sure she had seen a UFO and was equally sure aliens were here to secretly make contact with a human being. Maybe they would choose her. Maybe she would get to visit their ship. Maybe she would be the first human being to step onto an unknown planet. The UFO came back, this time it was ho...
Human Once upon a time, there lived a family of deer in the forest. They enjoyed grazing and playing, jumping, and climbing. It was a safe place where they could live their lives in peace and harmony. The day came when they thought all that they had known was in danger. A house, deep in the woods, became occupied by a small family of humans. The deer were afraid and ran off. But then one of the younger deer, Johnathan, stopped running and turned back to the house. There were two ...
Jeremy Halstead was up again. It was a little after three in the morning, and that damn little monster was barking and growling upstairs again. He had been living in this apartment for a few months, and it had been almost non-stop trouble with that dog. He got out of bed dressed in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He went to the bathroom and did his business. He splashed his face with cold water and dried off with an ugly orange towel...
When Harry met Salty
Written by Cynthia A. Jensen and Melissa Jensen
Harry pulled on his jacket, a slight chill making its way down his spine as a sparse coastal breeze blew across the dock. He was here to meet a friend of a friend; someone he had never met before. Harry made a mental note to remind William he wasn’t a big fan of anyone who made him wait so early in the morning. Harry turned suddenly, taking in his situation. It being a Saturday morning, the Marina wasn't as crowded as usual. ...
A letter arrived, and the news was not good. At least for Lani, anyway. I didn’t know anything about it until she came home from work and ripped the envelope open. “Oh, no. No, no, no,” she cried, putting her head in her hands. “What is it?” I asked, getting up from the sofa and approaching her. I put my arm around her shoulder. “Let me see.” She moved away from me and started stomping around the living room. “Why?” She threw her ...
As I show you this photo, notice there are two chairs. I would be sitting in one, but I’m taking the picture. My fiancé was supposed to be with me, but he decided at the last minute that he didn’t want to get married, he preferred to stay with his mother. I thought he loved me and wanted to be with me, but apparently, he had other plans. So here I am, in the middle of paradise, alone. It really is beautiful here; I don’t mind being here by myself. I am going to enjoy this vacation. C...
Atala knew the baby was coming. She could feel it pressing against her insides. She opened the flap of her tent and looked around in the dark. Her people were sitting by the fire, talking in low whispers. One voice brought attention to Atala. It was Nolga, and she was raising hers above the others, and her husband, Colta rose to try and comfort her. She brushed him off and walked away towards her own tent. &n...
“Uncle Sammy and Uncle James are coming over today after work to set up your swing set.” I told my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter. She looked up at me excitedly with her beautiful emerald eyes, the same color her father’s had been. Keith had died three months ago, having been hit by a drunk driver as he headed back to us after closing a deal at the real estate office. He had called me first, telling me the good news that it had gone well, and he h...
Dammit girl, How many times do I need to say don't do this, don’t do that. Do you think I enjoy hearing myself talk? If you think the answer is ‘yes,’ you’re damn wrong. Dammit girl, Your mama gone and left you. What the hell am I supposed to do with you? Never wanted a kid in the first place. Told your mama that, but sonofabitch if she didn’t get herself knock...
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