This little monologue/narration goes hand in hand with my work in progress and was fueled by my overworked brain, Starbucks, and Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black Album. I hope you enjoy both the story and the music.Read More »
You do that entirely too well. Only in my dreams can I think like you. Behave like you. Perhaps, however, it is a good thing that I don’t. Otherwise, no one would ever know what love is. Read More »
I looked you in your eyes and you seemed sincere. What I was in search of was there, but not for me alone. I purposely loved you, but now I must purposely leave. Read More »
So, today I learned what a mini-saga is and decided to try my hand at it. Surely, if I can create a cohesive story in six words, I can do it in fifty! I can feel a full on story blossoming from this.Read More »
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.
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If you have read my book Reflection in the Music, then you’ll already be familiar with the character of Sherri in this five sentence fiction. At some point in the future I’m going to fully tell her story. Her book is in the making, but for now I have to finish Sunlight, Coffee and Roses.
Sherri wanted to go as far as she possibly could to get away from everything and everyone. Not that she had that many people to get away from. The one person she was dying to get close to, she couldn’t forgive.
“Fuck this and fuck her,” Sherri sighed as she zipped her last suitcase and prepared to load her car.
As accomplished as she was she had yet to travel as much as she desired, but today, if she did nothing else, she would earn her passport.
© 2017, LeTara Moore
She decided that she would wait a few days before picking up the phone again. He had already told her things that most would expect a woman to want to hear from a man. Did he really meant what he had said or was he just after “that thing”? For the third day in a row, her phone rang. She had won his words, but what about his everything else?
© 2017, LeTara Moore, All Rights Reserved