“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s…
Tag: stories
The Farmer
Selection day. Today is my eighteenth birthday. And today, I have the right to choose my own Craft. It is the only day in my life when I may choose to become a farmer like my parents—or choose from the other Crafts. The town of Petani has three Crafts, as decreed by the Council: the…
The Wanderer
The pot of boiling water shook on the brick stove. I was about to place the fresh deer meat my father had hunted from the forest when I heard the heavy galloping of horses. I removed the firewood and watched the flames die down, leaving behind blackened remnants of charred wood. The deer was big—bigger…
The Wife
I really wish you knew what he is capable of before you entertained him in your life as I had the littlest of an idea when we started out. All I saw were his good sides, I was so into him I never heeded the advice from my friends. However, six months of marriage made me see the whole picture of him.
The Hiker
A wishing well had caused quite a stir in Sonador. It was located within Sonador’s untouched forest. It was rumored that whoever wished at the well would have their desire come true—if they could look directly into the water and see both their reflection and their wish. Many were happy upon looking. Some wished for…
The Painter
I propped my canvas to the stand. The oil paint already in the palette, black and white to create the perfect shades and hues, some red, blue, and yellow. Today, I’ll be painting the couple giggling below the pine tree. They were both sitting with their backs resting on the tree’s trunk. The gal rested…
The Moviegoers
The presentation has not yet started, the power point is still at the first slide showing the points of discussion during the meeting today. I don’t understand why we have this weekly event but I am the most excited. Name tags were placed on where everyone is expected to seat. My desk is right across…
The Applicant
I embraced my backpack tightly, or should I say front pack? Rather than carrying the bag on my back, I placed it in front. A pair of pants, a shirt, and my resume – these were tightly stuffed inside. The bus opened its door and the blazing heat welcomed as I stepped out, I began…
The Probie
I inched closer to the edge of the building. The polluted humid air swept across my face. I could hear the cars honking amid the heavy traffic. They looked so… small… minuscule from up here. I held my breath, stopping the tears that were starting to blur my vision. What has made me come alone…
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