Annie sighed. I seem to be doing a lot of that lately, she thought. “What do you want to do?” Arthur’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She sighed again. Annie knew she had to go after the kids, at least make sure they were doing alright. They looked healthy enough. Yet, it was the right thing to do. “Guess we got…
Annie heard screaming. It was her voice. She was sitting on the floor screaming. Strong arms were holding her, a man’s voice murmuring something. Annie thought how nice it was to be held in arms that made you feel safe. Safe. What a minute, Annie jump up breaking the connection she had felt with the arms. “What are you trying…
Annie watched him walk down the road. Maybe she should ask his name. Then maybe she shouldn’t. Humanity, was different. It seemed the disease spared those who lived on the fringes of society.
This is my take on the classic fairy tale, The Princess and the Frog by the Brothers Grimm. I love fairy tales, some I love more than others. Although this one is not in my top five it does rate in my my top ten. This story is my own little version. The Princess looked at the little green frog sitting…
Annie kicked him hard enough to dislodge him from the bed. It occurred to her she didn’t know his name. It didn’t matter. He was a good enough companion for a while. Annie snorted. The end of the world certainly made you rethink your standards.
She looked at the old man. For some reason she no longer thought he smelled or was judging her. She could see that he wasn’t even here sitting on a cold aluminum bench in a bust top shelter. NO he was in a hospital somewhere seeing his Eloise with a handful of medals. Hey wait a minute he said he…
The following story has a little bit of history with me. Many many years ago, I went by a bus stop and sitting on the the bench there was an old man. He looked sad and lonely.He looked like he had a story to tell and no one to hear it. So , I made a story for him. The…
I tried to post the a week or so ago but was having issues with the interwebs. Issue fixed so here is a story I wrote prompted by my writers group. The topic suggested to write on was Faith, Higher Power, God and what it means to you. I, of course, had just the character for this. It may seem light-hearted…
Claudia could not believe it. She tried to pull her leg from the mud. It did not come out. Again she tried. It was no use. Claudia was stuck. She needed something to help pull her out. She looked for her stick. When she jumped over the stream she had tossed the stick. It now lay out of…
She stepped out of the trees and into the meadow. The grass was tall and dry, the rain had finally stopped and for that Claudia was grateful. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was though as the clouds still covered the sky, but she felt has if she had walked most of the day. Earlier she…
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