“After we broke up, you began telling all sorts of vicious lies about me. I lost many friends because of you. Why did you do that?” Annalise asked. Samantha shrugged her shoulders dismissively. “I needed to hate you, and I wanted our friends to hate you too.” Samantha responded. “I knew you’d be unrepentant, but can’t you at least say sorry?” “Is there any point if I don’t mean it?”
Word count: 69 + prompt
This was written with the prompt unrepentant provided by Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #305.
Unfortunately my computer wouldn’t open WordPress, so I’m doing this on my phone.
Her name was Gloria, and she was the most popular girl in school. With long blonde hair and the perfect figure, she was too good to be true. Even I worshipped her from afar. I only went to the football games to watch her cheerleading. She, of course, didn’t know I existed, which wasn’t surprising since I was the nerdy dyke of the school. She once talked to me: “Out of my way Cheesebreath!” I’ve remembered those words long after high school, like today when I’m looking at her resume and about to interview her for a job vacancy.
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt Gloria provided by the Carrot Ranch March 6 Story Challenge.
I’m having problems with my computer. It’s taken me hours to do this post. It should have taken half an hour at most. I’ve been asking people to support this blog for years, but few have. If you could donate some money then I could upgrade my computer and begin posting regularly again. Otherwise it will just be sporadic posts from now on.
It was past midnight now and Alison lay in bed listening. Tiffany wasn’t back yet, and so she waited.
Eventually she heard a car stop and then drive off. The front door opening and closing, and Tiffany’s soft footsteps coming up the stairs. Not long after that, Tiffany gently slipped into the bed, presumably so not to wake Alison, and then she turned over and went to sleep.
Tomorrow Alison could ask Tiffany where she was spending her time every late evening this week, but then she was terrified of what Tiffany might actually say…
Jess and Cindy went downstairs for breakfast. They saw many others sitting at the tables. Jess ordered some breakfast. A few moments later it was set down in front of them. Jess spread a thin smear of jam across some bread and took a bite. She then looked astonished.
“You have got to try this.” Jess insisted handing the bread to Cindy. She took a bite. It was as if she was eating the ripest and sweetest strawberries she had ever tasted.
“Wow!” Cindy stated. She knew any jam she now ate at home would never taste as good.
“I can see clearly now the rain has gone…” Sofia sang along to the car radio. Phillipa, who was driving, joined in.
Sofia’s father had beaten her when he found out she was gay and had a girlfriend. He forbade her to see Phillipa again. Social workers intervened once the bruises became obvious and she ended up in foster care.
Now that school was over, Sofia and Phillipa packed all their things and headed to the city where they would live together. It would take time for Sofia’s scars to heal, but she was in a better place now.
Word count: 99
When I’m in a deep depression I do like listening to the song I Can See Clearly Now as it helps remind me the darkness will clear eventually.
I was lucky, my family has always been supportive, but I have friends who weren’t so fortunate…
This was written with the prompt of writing a story with optimism provided by the Carrot Ranch January 23 Story Challenge.