(I was given a writing prompt that was a picture of stairs here is the result.) Sam lived with his parents on the 15th level of the stairs. Every year as far as he could remember, they had moved up one level on his birthday. He was told his parents were able to go back to the first level to…
Annie was glad to be back in the woods. They had left the kids a while back now. Arthur had not wanted to go. He had a maternal streak it seemed. She had teased him about it until he got mad and apologized for being a caring soul and not some hard ass bitch like her. That almost hurt. She…
Annie was surprised. How could someone as big as this kid? Adult? Sneak up on her? Why wasn’t Arthur watching her back as she kicked the door? She shot a look at Arthur who just shrugged. Annie looked closer; there was something off about this kid. He had not even looked at them. He just stood there, shoulders drooping, looking…
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…
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