Today I share with you four short stories, each in five sentences. Enjoy.
He didn’t have to lie. She didn’t ask. He lied anyway. Now he would have to face her wrath, however it may manifest. Too bad.
Did he think it was funny to stand her up? Surely, it couldn’t have been a joke. She didn’t find it funny. Still, she’d continue to set up dates with him just to see if he’d show up. Eventually, she got tired and told her own joke.
How could she make him like her again? She’d made a fool of herself on more than one occasion trying to appease him. She couldn’t handle his rejection. So, she’d work her magic. And he would feel it.
There was a hole there now. She had opened it, but rejection and disappointment closed it. Betrayal ripped a hole in it. Who knew whether it was a good or bad thing to be open unintentionally. Both the heart and the ego had been torn.
Andrea thought she was doing a good thing by getting that credit card. Her credit had been suffering but her income had recently increased, so she got the card in hopes of making improvements to her credit. Her fortune hit a wall, however, when she lost her income. She was up to her eyeballs in even more debt as a result. It was a secured credit card, for goodness’ sake! The most she could spend was what she deposited, like a debit card. It’s not like the bank actually did her any favors by charging her for her own money. Read More »
It was almost finished. She had spent hours preparing it just the way she thought he’d like, putting her heart and soul into every step of the process. This would be the best-tasting birthday cake she’d ever baked and she hoped that he would like it, if he came home. Read More »
I recently celebrated my fourth anniversary of blogging here at The Renegade Press. As with the three anniversaries prior to this one, the moment was a bitter-sweet affair of pride and introspection. Blogging has become a passion, and a source of endless pleasure that I approach with great reverence as I attempt to pour my heart and soul into everything that I create. But it hasn’t always been this way. This website was born out of a need to find myself, and to overcome my own internal torment. Four years ago I was emotionally shattered, creatively stunted, and questioning the validity of my own existence as I battled my own private demons. I was lost inside my head,desperately searching for a purpose amongst an endless torrent of fractured, self-depreciating thoughts.
Thankfully I found that purpose; and I found myself through my writing. With each new post that I create I…