Category: Short Stories

Dear Diary,   My best friend knows everything about me, and she knows about every single detail of my high school. But when I met him, I didn’t tell my best friend. When we began talking, I didn’t tell her. And I certainly didn’t tell her when we ended things. I didn’t tell her anything…

I sometimes think back on the day I met Karev and wonder, had we not made eye contact, would my life still ended the same? Was it my destiny from the beginning to suffer like this? Or is this a result of poor choices rather than fate? Life is all about choices. At each stage,…

After brushing my hair neatly, I finally looked in the mirror and spotted a red patch on my neck. I took the concealer from my handbag and started applying it to the area. I didn’t realize when I zoned out until the ringing of my phone startled me. I peeped at it and saw the…

“Could you please hurry?” I said to the cabbie. “Sorry ma’am, the road is completely blocked. I can’t do anything. We have to wait.” I sighed. There was nothing else I could do. I guess the meeting would just have to be rescheduled. I should text my PA regarding this.  Looking out the window, I…

Daylight breaks through the large windows and spills into the room prismatically. It’s not welcoming and warm like it used to be when I was a kid. Instead, it’s blazing and fiery. The library looks the same as it did years ago. I walk through the shelves, remembering all the times my mom had scolded…

Nashville, Tennessee “You still haven’t told me what made you move down here from British Columbia?” Lexi’s panting voice said from behind, “Grayson, I told you about my mother a few days ago. How can you forget that?” Oh, I remember her telling me that her mother left her and her dad a year ago.…

The streets are lined with classic lamp posts and tall trees, and the front door is a short set of steps from the sidewalk. No driveway, no distance between the doorbell and the public, it would have been the perfect place to play ding dong ditch when I was a kid. The problem here is…

Growing up, I always loved the cold weather. Just something about it brings me happiness and comfort. I can be outside, being mesmerized by the frost, until I freeze my feet off. And if I have any music with me, I can be outside for hours. But, most importantly, if there’s snow. I’ll lay on…