Something Was Bound to Go Right"Do you believe in reincarnation?" Victor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence in the car. His dark hair nearly blended into the dark sky behind him. Taylor hadn't even noticed he had rolled down the window.Something Was Bound to Go Right3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I have the heat on, idiot," she muttered, rolling up the window from her side. Victor jerked his arm out of the way just before the window rolled up fully, and turned to regard her half-hearted glare with a grin.
"C'mon. Reincarnation. You. Sound legit?"
"No," Taylor said, rolling her eyes. "There's just no way it's possible. And I know you don't believe in reincarnation, either. You've told me that before, when you were taking Religious Studies."
"Well, yeah, that Hindu thing was nuts, but I would've liked to know who I was," Victor said cheerily, tapping his fingers on the car window, watching the cars zoom past him. His fingers twitched towards the window button, and Taylor pre-emptively put her finger on the button on her side, keeping one hand on the wheel.
Eight ThingsEight Things5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slowly, I took out the chest and popped it open, running my hand across its dark surface. It was about time.
"Benjamin," I said softly as I straightened, looking around the attic.
"Here are eight things you probably think I wouldn't remember:
"1. You almost never untie your shoes; you just slip them off and on as you please, even though it dents the heels."
I gathered his sketches and wound a string around them.
"2. You always sleep on the right side of the bed."
I gathered them in my arms, slipped them inside his sketchbook, and set it inside the trunk next to the framed sketch of the rabbit and the blackbird.
"3. You're afraid of being alone in the dark."
I took his family's photograph out of its broken frame.
"4. You've always wanted to learn how to play the harmonica because the sound always made your little brother smile."
I dusted it off, wrapped it in tissue paper, and put it in next to his sketchbook.
"5. You have a secret freckle in-between your pinky an
It's going to be okay.I hear the bullets go through me before I feel them. I hear them tear through my body and burrow into the bookcase behind me. I may have screamed. I'm not sure. If I screamed, it was for Parker, not myself. One hits his chest, two in his stomach. I feel his blood splatter across my face, and feel my own pouring between my fingers as I press them against my side.It's going to be okay.5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding.
I'm not sure where they hit me; it's just pain, just shaking, just his hand holding mine.
Another shot rings out, and I hear a grunt as Patrick falls again. Is he dead this time? I don't know. There are so many shots; I can't tell who's living and who isn't, because both are silent. Silent as death. The only noises are the rounds being fired, the fire alarms wailing, cartridges clinking and the moans of the injured. I can faintly hear
The Reassurance of GreenIt was Ella's idea to hire a gardener for my mother's tulips.The Reassurance of Green3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I've been doing fine with them," I had said, a little surprised at the sudden suggestion. My sister had looked pointedly at the small patch of tulips that had previously encompassed the whole side yard. They were already dying, and the bulbs would have to be planted again soon. I had been planning an intense Internet search for that.
"I'd like to see you do better," I had muttered, but agreed nonetheless. I left the actual hiring to my sister, though.
Which led me to this moment, staring at a stranger on my doorstep and hoping rather desperately that there had been a mistake and he was not, in fact, the gardener my sister had hired.
"Can you… wait here, for a moment?" I asked the man. He nodded, clasping his dirt-encrusted gloves in one hand, and tugging at his ponytail with the other. I scurried inside.
Ella was supremely unconcerned.
"Who cares if he's dirty?" she asked, looking torn between amusement and exasperation. "G
97. Safety First"It's never going to work." Jude argued as they walked towards the lot Al had specified.97. Safety First4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pessimist." Charlie accused half-heartedly, "We don't know that it won't work. And that's better than doing nothing."
"I disagree." Jude said mulishly, staring at his ragged sneakers as he walked, nearly knocking into Charlie, who had abruptly come to a halt in from of him. He lifted his head, a protest already formed on his lips, before the sight in front of him cut his words off.
"Wow." Charlie let out an appreciative whistle.
"Understatement." Jude said, staring wide-eyed at the sleek and luxurious vehicle in from of them. "I thought Al said we were getting a
"Well, I'm not complaining," Charlie said, bouncing up to the door and running a hand over the silver and black polish, "I've always wanted to drive a hovercraft."
"Admitting you haven't driven one of these before is not the way to inspire confidence, Charlie."
"And off we go!" Charlie yelled, ignoring him and practically vaulting in