Short Story

After a few minutes, the dinner was ready to serve and everyone was excited to eat. Tante Lou brought out the food and sat down at the head of the table, Miss Emma on the opposite end, and Grant and his girlfriend sat next to one another. They began eating and the four made small talk while the yappy dog begged and pawed at Vivian’s legs. Miss Emma spoke

One the door was shut I walked to the boiling pot of soup and put some in a bowl for Vera and called her in to eat. Next Brett came in and I got he and I some meat and bread. We sat eating thinking about what we would do now without john. Brett was done and he asked if he could step outside for a few moments.

As I walked up to the door of the Tudor Mansion, I could see a man in a purple suit writing in a notepad. As I opened the door of the Mansion, I could read the notepad, and could tell he had been surveying the mansion. I shut door carefully, and walked up the hall. As I got close, he turned

Delicate footsteps over a plush carpet of a champagne hue came to a stop at its rounded end, and they shifted slightly to their left. The room was silent, save for the sound of a gentle wind weaving in and out of the excess of blooming trees of vibrant chlorophyll green, and a lone bird calling out in the late afternoon. The footsteps, belonging to an aged woman with fair, glowing skin and cinnamon colored hair, adorned in pleated pants and a lazy white unbuttoned blouse, were unnoticeable to the other woman who stood hunched over a kitchen island, a steaming mug in her left hand, a pastry of some sort in the other. The Irish woman stared at the woman intently scanning the contents of a laptop in front of her, its fluorescent glow illuminating

The odor of the meal was as delectable as the food itself. It consumed the original scent of the house and warmed up the entire room. This same maid set the table and placed the utensils in place and meekly left the room.

I rose to serve dessert with my mom. My father served coffee. As I left the room, I heard John comment on how he needed to let his belt out a few notches. Glenda said something about going to 24-hour fitness. As they finished their cake, a murmur of conversation began. Then, Glenda pushed her plate towards the middle of the table, and said, “I could use a drink.” Her comment served as a signal, and everyone stood up and began to mill around the patio.

Marlene drove into the garage and smiled when she didn’t see her husband’s car. She picked up their mail and went through the garage, up the steps and into the kitchen. After tossing the mail on the counter, Marlene threw her purse on the chair, and then went to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee before starting

Ten minutes later Edward closes the book he was reading and puts it back on the bookshelf where it belongs. As Edward is sitting back down Julia enters the room carrying a tray with a kettle and four porcelain tea cups on it. Julia places the tray on top of the wooden table between the sofa and two armchairs then she begins to fill the four cups with tea. Once Julia has finished pouring the tea Patrick enters the room and sits down in the armchair beside his master. Seeing that Julia is just standing beside the wooden table Samantha sits up straight and motions for the maid to take a seat. Julia walks over to the sofa takes a seat and just like earlier she waits for some else in the room to start a conversation. Julia passes out the glasses of tea to everyone in the room puts the tray and kettle back in the kitchen then she walks back into the living room.

You and Eric were friends before you even realized what was happening. You looked forward to his visits. You tried to remember the little things about him, like he did for you, and often thought about him even when he wasn’t there. You even started knitting a sweater for him, as silly as you felt doing it, if only bring a smile to his face when you gave it to him.

Bang, ching, fling! The boy’s locker room erupted into vigorous sounds of lockers closing and opening. The zero period class was always considered one of the calmest physical education classes of the day, but tempers were always flared on Monday. Who could resist? Monday, also known as the mile day during P.E., was loathed at Rockefester Jr. High.

An American writer, Bernie Siegel, once said, “An awareness of one’s mortality can lead you to wake up and live an authentic, meaningful life.”

How in the hell had you been accepted into one of the best universities in America? You had no idea. Especially considering the fact that on your application you had fully admitted that you hadn't a clue as to what you wanted to major in. Maybe you liked literature, maybe science, maybe the arts. But now, there were so many options. The college you were attending had it all. It was one of those large well-funded east coast universities.

“Why was your phone on silent, Son?” Minjae asked his son, his back pressed against the alley wall, eyeing the few people that slip into his vision before returning his attention back at his son, who was busy chewing on his bottom lip. Namjoon wasn’t shocked about the question, he honestly expected it because Namjoon could fool many people with different race, different view of life, and different status, but someone he can never trick is his own father.

I walked up to the football registration table at the end of school orientation. Most people had left already so the place was pretty deserted. The small table was all the way in the back of the gym. The gym lights were off, but the table was illuminated by a single light above it. The black and dark green Eagles banner hung from the front of the table, creases in it from when it had been folded up for the off-season. The football coach and History teacher, Mr. McMann, looked up when he saw me walking toward the table. He smiled sweetly at me like I was a little girl that was lost. “What can I help you with, sweetheart?”

He studied her for a moment, silence once again permeating the room and making her tense.