Stories tagged “home”

  • Things Can Always Get Worse

    “Jesus…” Standing before her, tangled in the bushes and whimpering with the efforts of trying to get loose, was Lisha. The dog’s ears were dropped and she did not look happy. Her beige leash was caught on one of the bush’s...

  • He was home

    Gabe eyed the place from across the road before finally deciding he would enter. As he was walking across the road, he couldn’t help but recall the words of his friend, “Remember the joy of last time? No idiots can screw it up this time....

  • Awkward Conversation

    Tyson looked perfectly normal, like nothing had even happened between us. I envied him, because I felt totally flustered. And it stung a bit that I didn’t seem to be having the same effect on him that he was most deffinately having on me. “...

  • The Road Home

    Believe me when I tell you, we come here by necessity and not by choice or design. This place is foreign to us. My own best diplomat took one look into the long blue void and had to be sedated. They call it sky sickness; it’s just unnatural to be in ...

  • One Man's Trash

    Tears dripped slowly from the walls of the decrepit abode. Stairs cried with the anguish of memories of many years neglect. The foundation wobbled with insecurity. Paint faded to various bleak shades. What a drab sight it was, but it’s inhabitant...

  • Silence That is Not-So-Golden

    “See you tomorrow.” Nathaniel called as he got up. I watched him walk off the bus and up to his house. I sat there, staring out the window after him long after he was out of sight. My stop was next. It was slightly comforting knowing that I...

  • Don't Feel So Good

    I woke up the next morning more groggy then normal. I didn’t remember going to bed last night, but that’s where I was. I got up and groaned a little. I figured my muscles were stiff from the way I had slept. I made my way to the shower with...

  • Into Great Silence

    I knew when I left that I would never return. Perhaps this is why I have sought a resting place in the arms of strangers and the dwellings of temporary friends. Without roots I have looked for meaning in things fated to pass. But now I find myself walk...

    • Author: Spiderj
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • I am Going Home

    I stare at the picture that I know so well. It shows the family I left behind to serve my country. My wife is holding my son with the smile that stops my heart. I am in uniform but still managing to smile as I pose for the picture. The smile that used ...

  • Ambition, Quelled

    He held my hands and kissed the top of my head. I stepped down off the porch, he followed. We laid in the grass; the air was cool against my skin. A gust of wind flew in. The wind rippled the tall brown grasses and whooshed across the plain, echoing in...

  • Here to Torment Me

    “Are you here to torment me?” The question is growled with a faded British accent, the kind you get after too many years away from the home country. She looks across the card table with an uneasy squint that distorts her already wrinkled fa...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Home

    The rhythms that sustain me are fundamental elements that I learned in small towns. The rumble of semi-trucks full of harvested grain is joined by the whir of combines. Is it possible to write a composition that truly captures the spirit of Midwestern ...

  • California

    Graduation was the sweetest day I ever saw. Standing on that stage, I felt so light, so free; it was all I could do to hold it all in. It was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. After the ceremony, I walked slowly to the parking lot where m...

    • Author: emily.ruth
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • The Addiction Of Alcohol (Mature)

    I said one more drink before I go What a fucking lie What a fucking waste of words I knew I would stand by the bar drinking away the fucking night I knew I would have to drive home in the fucking dark I just couldn’t say no to a fucking drink I ...

  • Call on a Dead Line

    The cell chirped, and James jumped. He startled so easily these days. “Hello?” he answered without looking at the caller ID, just happy for any human contact. “James, hun, I love you.” His wife’s voice, shaky and unsure. &...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • i won't be home for christmas

    The snow fell lightly, covering the row of brick houses in a dense white blanket. Children ran through the alley whooping and cheering because of the snow day, parents grumbled as they shoveled pathways out of their doors. I watched them from the windo...

  • Move in. Move out. Move on.

    Move in – the door squeaks. You’ll take more than a peek, For this new home will not want to be outgrown. Darkness turns to light, You were up all night, Finding the secrets which were meant to be kept out of sight. Then the dust settles in...

  • Sanctuary (Mature)

    I closed the door, and turned on the light to find everything as it should be: my tools in their place, my boxes packed with spare train parts and extra accessories, and of course, the train set itself – a 12ft square monstrosity on ½ inch plywood, ...

  • Almost Home

    She fell in the field, a mere mile from her home. She stared at the old homestead, reaching for it as if willing it to come to her. She was just too tired and collapsed. She closed her eyes. Better to die in the sweet-smelling grass next to her childho...

    • Author: Horrorfan13
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • There's no book like my autobiography, an excerpt.

    I loved to sail. Scratch that, I love to sail. God knows they’ll have invented immortality by the time I should die, so I really don’t need to create a memory. Either way, sailing is a very dear passion to me. I think it all started when I ...

  • I Dream of Return

    The dark haired Italian sat on the edge of the roof, staring out at the shattered skyline. Rain clouded his vision and cleared his mind. The sound of raindrops barely permeated over the sound of the bustling city below. He didn’t like it here. He...

  • He's Home

    He jolted upright in the improvised computer chair, instantly alert. He was startled by what he had seen at the bottom of the screen, he half didnt believe it had been there; lost in the links, he couldnt be sure of what he was seeing. He frantically c...

  • Where There's Smoke, There's Fire (III)

    I don’t know why, but I cried. When he said that, I teared up and cried, right then and there. Maybe it’s because it’s partly my fault, or maybe it’s because his children will never know who their father really was outside of th...

    • Author: Mr.Gabriel
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Today

    In the past I thought about how this day would be. The sun would be shinning and I would see your black car pull up into the drive. I would imagine myself pounding out the door and running as fast as possible into your arms. You would pick me up and sp...

  • The Last Good-Bye

    She looked into the burnt home, remembering her child hood as she looked into the window. Remembering when she would chase her brother around the house, and tackling him out in the yard to give her back her doll. She walked across the porch and stood a...