Short Story Sunday #22

Story Challenge from Misha Burnett
The Heist (Part III)
(Read Part I and Part II)

Clay cowered in the corner of the vault while Theresa packed up some of the jewels into her brown satchel. She ignored her boss when he kept murmuring things such as, “I thought you were a faithful employee” and “I’m still not really sure what’s going on here.”

“What’s going on here is that I was hired to help rob this place. I got a job here to know the ins and outs of the store.” Theresa explained as calmly as she could still stuffing jewels into her bag. “I want to know how the police knew to come here.”

“Beats me,” Clay shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t lie to me.” Theresa grumbled. “You were probably pretending to sleep and pushed that button under the counter. Don’t deny it.”

“If I pushed that button the entire store would go into lockdown.” Clay stated.

Theresa stopped what she was doing and stared at Clay. She didn’t want to believe him, but it made sense.

The vault door swung open. Instinctively, Theresa grabbed a hold of Clay and held him out in front of her assuming it was the police.

“It’s just me.” Sally whispered. “Don’t ask me how I managed to get here without the police seeing, but we need to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“I got some of the jewels, but I can’t carry all of them.” Theresa took a step forward, stilling holding onto Clay who didn’t bother fighting back.

“We’ll take whatever you’ve got. I think we should just focus on getting out of here at this point.” Sally suggested.

She stepped aside to allow Theresa through the door. Together they walked through the store using Clay as their shield. They made it outside after a few minutes.

“We won’t harm him if you guys don’t harm us.” Theresa warned the police as soon as they were spotted.

Once they made it on the other side of the street, Sally darted into a nearby alley. Once she was in the clear, Theresa pushed Clay away causing him to stumble into the middle of the street. She too then dashed into the alley with a few police officers following.

When the cops turned into the alley they were stunned to see that Theresa and Sally were gone. They had climbed up a fire escape and disappeared into one of the apartments. This apartment was their meeting spot and it was also Margaret’s home.

The window was open a small crack as they were all supposed to meet in the apartment after the heist. Sally opened the window all the way and allowed Theresa to step through first since she was the one with the jewels. She then followed closing the window behind her.

“We only made it out with some jewels, but at least we still have our lives.” Theresa cracked a smile standing by the window.

“That’s better than nothing.” Sally grinned standing next to Theresa.

“Margaret?” Theresa frowned seeing the planner of the heist lying on the ground.

Sally inched closer and examined the body. She pressed her lips together and stood up straighter again.

“She’s been shot.”

“Brendon!” Theresa shouted.

Brendon came out from Margaret’s bedroom with his gun in his hand. He was pointing it right at Theresa. Sally was still on the other side of the room and he didn’t seem to notice her standing by Margaret’s body.

“I don’t know how, but Margaret found out I was the one who called the police. So I had to shoot her.” Brendon sighed. “Theresa, hand over the bag with the jewels and I’ll leave peacefully. I don’t want to have to shoot you as well.”

Theresa hugged her satchel and stared at Brendon as though she were a child who just came face to face with the monster under her bed.

“I’m going to count to three.” Brendon rolled his eyes once Theresa hesitated. “If you don’t give me the bag, I’m going to shoot you and take it. One…”

Theresa still stared horrified at Brendon.


She took a step back as he took a step forward.



Theresa jumped at the sudden sound and watched with wide eyes as Brendon fell face down onto the ground, a small hold in his back. She looked up and noticed Sally standing at Brendon’s feet with a gun in her hands. Sally placed it back onto her belt and smiled at Theresa.

“Margaret said I wasn’t allowed to bring explosives, so a gun was the next best thing.”

Theresa chuckled.

“And,” Sally was still grinning, “now we each get half and not a quarter.”


Short Story Sunday #21

Story Challenge from Misha Burnett
The Heist (Part II)
(Read Part I)

“I didn’t blow anything up, I swear.” Sally threw her arms up in surrender as soon as Margaret, Brendon, and Theresa came out from the back room.

Margaret and Theresa dropped their jaws seeing the multiple police cruisers pull up to the front of the store. Brendon shifted his eyes between the three girls before finally fixing his gaze on Clay. Following his gaze, everyone watched Clay stir with a groan blinking his eyes open. He sat up stretching his arms high in the air before freezing as soon as he noticed he wasn’t alone.

“Theresa…?” Clay asked in a slow tone staring at the rest of her team.

Before anyone could do anything, Brendon placed his hand on his belt and grabbed hold onto something.

“Does he have a…” Clay’s voiced trailed off as he scooted backwards on the floor away from Brendon.

The police burst through the front doors and before they could even tell the gang to “get down on the ground,” Brendon whipped out his gun and a few shots rang out from it directed at the police. In turn, the police took hold of their own guns.

Brendon blocked Sally and Margaret with one arm outstretched in front of them with his other arm pointing his gun at the police. The police began to shout at Brendon, but he kept backing up into Margaret and Sally until they finally got the hint and ran.

“Let’s go, Clay!” Theresa grabbed her boss by the arm and scooted out of the room using him as a human shield. She dragged him into the opposite room from where Margaret, Sally, and Brendon ran off to.

Brendon closed the door to what seemed to be the manager’s office of the store. Together, Margaret and Sally pushed the L-shaped desk up against the door barricading them in. Brendon wandered aimlessly around the room looking for a way out, but there were no windows in the office.

“So, I’m not allowed to blow anything up, but Brendon is allowed to bring a gun?” Sally interrogated Margaret with an impatient foot tapping.

“I didn’t know he brought a gun… Do we really need to discuss this now?” Margaret scowled at Sally who rolled her eyes in reply.

“What is wrong with you?” Margaret asked looking Brendon up and down. He was pacing around the room, his hands on top of his head, his face stricken with panic.

“Don’t sweat, Brendon. We’ll get out of here. You do have a gun, after all.” Sally made a poor attempt at assuring him everything was going to be all right.

“The cops aren’t what I’m worried about!” Brendon snapped. “We’re inside the manager’s office. I thought this was the vault.”

“This is what you’re freaking out about? We have the cops surrounding us and the building and you still think we have a chance getting the jewels?” Sally asked appalled.

“Brendon, Sally’s right. I don’t think now is the time to be worried about us getting the job done. We need to worry about getting ourselves out of here.” Margaret turned her head back and forth between the two of them.

Both Sally and Margaret jumped when the police began to bang on the door. The knob twisted from side to side, but it wouldn’t open due to the desk.

“Fine,” Brendon growled, “there’s a vent up on the ceiling. I’m the tallest, so I can always just boost you two through. I’ll stand on the chair to get myself through after. From there, we can crawl into another room and make a break for it.”

“I’m sure the police are elsewhere rather than just outside the door.” Sally shook her head disapproving of the idea.

“Do you have anything better?” Brendon asked through gritted teeth.

“Don’t answer that,” Margaret warned Sally before turning back to Brendon. “Boost her up first; she’s the smallest.”

With yet another eye roll, Sally obeyed without complaining. Brendon placed his gun back into his holster and then linked his fingers together. He lowered his arms so that petite Sally could step into them on one foot. Holding onto Margaret’s shoulder, Sally was able to keep her balance as Brendon lifted her higher before her head practically kissed the ceiling.

Lucky for them, the vent was easy enough to open. Sally pushed her way through grunting due to her lack of upper body strength. It was easy for her to turn her body around in the vent (it was a lot more roomy than she expected it to be) and looked down back at her team.

“I’m going to boost Margaret up now. Help her get in.” Brendon said to Sally as Margaret pushed the desk back against the wall. Whatever the police were doing, it was moving the desk inch by inch. They would be able to break into the room soon.

“What about Theresa?” Sally asked stretching her arms out to grab Margaret’s hands.

“Who cares?” Brendon snapped. “We need to get ourselves out of here!”

“Yeah, every man for himself, Sally,” Margaret grunted stepping into Brendon’s hands.

She grabbed Sally’s hands, but Sally let go causing Margaret to fall.

“What are you doing?” Brendon glared at Sally as he helped Margaret get back on her feet.

“Not until you guys promise to go back for Theresa.” Sally negotiated.

“No!” both Margaret and Brendon shouted over the banging of the police outside the door.

“Then I can’t help you. Meet Theresa and me back at our spot. Good luck.” Sally turned around in the vent crawling away.


I’m going to Disney today!

Well, l’m going to Disney tomorrow, leaving today. Kris and l are driving down with our cousins, aunt, and uncle. It takes about a day and a half.

I’m leaving soon so l need to keep the post short and sweet, but l’m going to try my best to update this week. It just won’t be about writing… it’ll be about Disney.

Parts two and three of my short challenge will be posted as the next two Short Story Sundays. They’re all ready written and posted as drafts on WordPress. So, provided l have wi-fi and my phone has service in the hotel (which it should) then l’ll be able to post.

I hope to update semi-regularly to share my trip with everyone, but l can’t make any promises. Honestly, l can’t even promise the short stories just in case.

However, if l am able to post, I don’t know how well l’ll be able to keep up with comments. I may reply to them all, just some, or not at all. I’ll catch up on everything when l get back… which will be August 27 (l think).

I hope everyone is doing well has a great week! Wish me luck for the car ride!

Short Story Sunday #19

Goal: 500-800 Words

There he was. He was standing on the other side of the room. I gazed at him longingly without realizing the drool beginning to form in the corner of my bottom lip. My friends all laughed at me from afar knowing that no matter what happened, I would never have the courage to talk to him. I would probably die if he even came near me or looked at me.

I took slow deep breaths. The world around me seemed to be in a hazy fog and to be completely honest; I can’t remember if I was even blinking. He was so attractive that I couldn’t bear to turn my green eyes away. His eyes were green, too in case you were wondering. They were just a bit darker than mine, but that was okay. It was what made us alike and different at the same time.

I stiffened my body when my friend nudged me in the gut with her elbow.

“Why don’t you just grow a pair and go talk to him?” she winked at me. “Unless you want me to talk to him for you.”

“What?!” I shouted. “No. No thank you. No, I am perfectly capable of talking to him myself.” I could feel my face flush, but my cheeks were turning red all the same. It was beginning to get a little hot in the room. Or was that just me?

My friend laughed at my embarrassment. “If you don’t go over there by the time I count to three, I’m going to go over there and talk to him myself. One…”

I shook my head rapidly with wide eyes, still staring off at my crush. I didn’t dare look my friend in the eye because I knew she was smiling.


This couldn’t be happening right now. She wouldn’t really go over there to talk to him, would she?

“Three!” she took a step forward.

Oh, yes. She would.

“Wait!” I jumped right in front of her with both my arms out stretched. “Stop; I’ll go talk to him.”

She smiled at me, but it wasn’t the teasing smile. It was a sincere smile. She took a step back and nodded her head towards our classmate who I had been crushing on all year long. Now that it was senior prom, it was getting closer to graduation and college to where I may never see him again. Then my chance would have passed by.

“Excuse me? Brian?” I coughed behind him.

He jumped, startled. He turned around and laughed. “Cathy, hi. I didn’t expect you to sneak up on me like that.”

“Oh, did I scare you?” I brushed a loose hair out of my face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’ll go away if you want.” I turned to walk away, but he took my shoulder and turned me back around to face him.

“No, that’s okay. I thought it was funny. I’m not doing anything important, anyway.” He awkwardly shrugged his shoulders and placed his hands in the pockets of his tux as though he was embarrassed that he had touched me.

“Well, I’m not doing anything, either…would you like to…I don’t know,” I shrugged and looked down at the ground sheepishly.

“Dance?” he smiled and outstretched his hand. “It would be my honor.”

Words: 551

Short Story Sunday #18

Start With: The ship’s sail…


The ship’s sail was a bright pink in honor of the new baby girl the queen had just birthed. Of course, no one expected the king’s brothers to come over seas from their own kingdoms with a vivid magenta sail. If they ran into any pirates on their journey, the people of the kingdom were sure they were not only laughed at, but probably assumed to be an easy target. Yet, the king’s seven brothers seemed to be all on board and all in one piece.

When the ship came to shore, all the citizens crowded the docks. The king’s guards trotted down on their horses ordering a clear path to be made so the kings of their allying kingdoms could make it off their ship and up to the castle without being bombarded by the entire population of the kingdom.

Well, not the entire population.

“The king’s brothers are here! We must hurry!” an older woman shouted at her daughter, who stood in the doorway of their small wooden house.

“I can see just fine from here, thank you.” The daughter responded with a dry tone.

“Don’t be absurd, Wendy!” her mother growled. “This is an important day for the king, for the entire kingdom. A new princess has been born!”

“You mean the fifth princess has been born,” Wendy corrected, “and there are also three princes in the mix, as well.”

“There’s going to be a great feast tonight with music and dancing and…” the old woman’s voice trailed off as she frowned.

“Boys?” Wendy finished the sentence with a smirk.

“Oh, never mind.” Wendy’s mother shook her head waving her hand. She turned around and ran down the cobblestone pathway to the docks as fast as her short, stubby legs were able to carry her.

Wendy chuckled to herself as she watched her mother shrink in the distance. She stood on her tip-toes trying to get a better look at who was coming off of the ship, but even though she said she could see fine, she really couldn’t. Her house was too far away from the shore, but she was able to hear just fine.

A guard from the king’s castle was announcing each king off the ship, a round of applause following each name. Wendy stood still to hear every name being called.

King Jonathan of Bermington, where Wendy lived, was the eldest of eight brothers; each one of his brothers having their own kingdom across the vast sea. Each and every one of them married a princess to become king; King Jonathan was the only one who inherited his own kingdom as he was the first male in line.

“And lastly, King Harold of Merryport with his queen, Queen Anita!”

Wendy stood taller when she heard the guard announcing King Harold. She held her breath as she gazed upon the tall, blonde king in his red and purple robes, the colors of Merryport. His arm was linked with his wife’s, Queen Anita. She was beautiful; long, flowing brown hair with sparkling emerald eyes. Her curves showed through her purple dress as she smiled and waved to all the citizens of Bermington. King Harold dipped his head in greeting to people he passed showing off his pearly white teeth.

Wendy looked down at herself and straightened out her dull, gray skirt, hay from the horses and dust clinging on tight. She was no one but a peasant of Bermington while King Harold belonged to another kingdom and had a queen of his own. They hadn’t seen each other since King Jonathan’s last child.

Both King Harold and Wendy knew it was wrong, but when their eyes met at such a great distance, they both froze for a moment and the crowd seemed to disappear. King Harold smiled with his lips pressed tightly together and dipped his head before winking to Wendy. Wendy pulled out her skirt and bowed her head in return with a smile.

Neither Wendy nor King Harold knew how long he was staying for this time, but maybe there was a way they could pick up where they left off.


Words: 688

Short Story Sunday #17

Prompt: Send a person you dislike somewhere and have them send you a post card.

Start With: The post card arrived…

            The post card arrived in the mail today. I didn’t expect her to write anything to me. She was so far away, both mentally and physically. I figured I would be the last thing on her mind; I always was.

So when I noticed a postcard sitting surrounded by bills in my mailbox, I thought it strange. The card had six stamps on it—that’s how far away she was vacationing. Six stamps for one piece of card stock; ridiculous.

I turned the card over and rolled my eyes at all the scribbles on the back. She always had a tendency to ramble, even when she was writing. Without even reading it, I assumed she was writing to me to gloat. She was on vacation and I wasn’t. It was as simple as that. But no, that wasn’t the case. She was writing to me because she was having a miserable time.

Now she had my attention.

I sat down at the kitchen table with the post card in one hand and a cup of iced coffee in the other. I sipped my caffeine wondering why she would feel the need to complain to me. She was always trying to get ahead of me in life, always trying to be better. I would think she would have lied about her vacation just to make it seem as though she was having a better week than I was.

This place is terrible! Awful! Horrific!

Oh, aside from the rambling, did I mention that she was a total drama queen?

The view from my hotel room is a brick wall! A brick wall, can you believe that? Why on Earth would they offer with a room without a nice view? And that’s not even the worst part—there are bugs everywhere! You should have seen the spider I sent spiraling down the shower drain this morning. Then there were more spiders and other bugs all over the place. I didn’t get one wink of sleep last nice because I was so itchy. I’m praying I’m itchy because of fear of the bugs and not because some bugs bit me and gave me a disease.

            I found myself grinning at the end of the paragraph. She should have done her research before booking the hotel. That was nobody’s fault but her own. Plus, I knew she was probably itchy out of fear. She always blew everything out of proportion.

The hotel doesn’t even accept my credit card. I had to pay with cash. I didn’t have enough so I had to write the rest of the bill out on a check. Now my bank account is broke. How am I going to get home? How am I going to be able to afford a plane ticket? I was going to come straight home, but now I can’t. I don’t know what I’m going to do.

            I chuckled at her being stuck there. Again, if she had done her research the she would have been fine. Besides, she seemed to have enough money to buy a post card and six stamps at least.

This is entirely your fault! I can’t believe you suggested this place to me. You probably knew it was awful here. You owe me some money after this one!

And there it was: the reason she wrote to me. It wasn’t because she thought I would actually be interested in hearing about her vacation. It wasn’t because she was having a great time and wanted to rub it in my face. It was because she was blaming her life’s woes on me.

I ripped up the post card and tossed it in the trash. What else was new?

Words: 617

Short Story Sunday #16

Start With: New Year’s resolutions make me…

            New Year’s resolutions make me want change. They make me want to better myself. I don’t always give myself a new resolution each New Year and when I do, I never follow through with it. For the month of January (and maybe February) I will bring my resolution into action, but it never lasts long. I always say I’m going to be more active and more social, but instead I find myself on the couch in front of my favorite TV show.

Ever since I dropped out of high school I haven’t been able to keep in touch with my friends. I never saw them during the day (as they were all in school) and now that they’ve graduated, they’ve all gone off to college and I’m still sitting on my couch. I thought about going to college, I really did. Yet, the time, effort, and money I had to put into it just didn’t seem realistic to me. It was sort of the reason I dropped out of high school when I was 16. It was a waste of my time. College would not only waste my time, but I would have to pay for it as well. Nope, that wasn’t going to happen.

Some of my friends stayed local and went to college here while a few went away to new states. And I only know this because of Facebook. Those friends I do not stay in touch with at all. My local friends are always busy with homework or they have a job. I kind of gave up on trying to get them to come over or go out somewhere because of this. One friend has the morning shift at her work and the other has the night shift. Yet, on Facebook, there are plenty of pictures of them hanging out together. How do they find the time?

Sure, I’ve been invited to go out with them a few times here or there, but they were always doing something I didn’t want to do. For example, they would be heading to the movies to see a film that looked stupid. Or maybe they were just going to a coffee shop just to talk. One time, I actually caved in and went to a coffee shop with them and you know what one of my friends said to me?

“Joan, look! There’s a sign that says they’re hiring. Why don’t you put in an application?”

What, did my mother put her up to that one? That was the last time I saw and spoke to that friend. She never did figure out why, either. She called me a few times here and there trying to get in touch, but I never responded. Eventually the calls stopped and now I only know what’s going on in her life because of social media. I guess she gave up on me.

Another friend I don’t really talk to anymore actually told me I needed to “grow up.” Seriously? Just because she graduated from high school and was getting some fancy degree at a university and that she had a well-paying job in some field she absolutely loved, didn’t mean she was an adult and I was still a child. Yes, I sleep in until noon on an almost daily basis, but I wake up super early on Saturdays! …Well, sure it’s because cartoons are on, but what’s it to her?

I looked to the TV and the news was counting down until the New Year. Five seconds left.

I looked at the vacant seats on either side of me in my living room. I sighed.

Four seconds left.

I slouched down on the couch. I was alone, but that was nothing new.

Three seconds.

I wondered what my friends were doing for the New Year.

Two seconds.

I bet they were doing something stupid. Something I wouldn’t be interested in, anyway.

On second thought, New Year’s resolutions make me want to gag.

Words: 662

*Prompt from The Write-Brain Workbook by Bonnie Neubauer*

Short Story Sunday #15

I decided to do something a bit different today, as a suggestion from Kris. I finished editing the first draft of Detective Florence today (Yay!) so I figured I would post a quick excerpt from the novel on here as my Short Story Sunday. Here you’ll get a little taste of George’s personality. I hope you all enjoy!

I opened the door wide making an awful creaking sound. The wood certainly needed some oil, but when I looked up and noticed the entire bar had quieted down and was staring at me standing in the doorway, I quickly realized why they left the creak. Wouldn’t a simple bell have sufficed?

Walking further into the bar, I heard the door slam shut behind me causing me to flinch. I kept my cool smiling and nodding to everyone I passed as I made my way to the counter. The deeper I walked into the bar, the more people began to speak again. I wasn’t quite sure if they were talking about me or if they were just getting back on with their lives. I hoped the latter.

“Who are you?”

I faced forward. I was too busy checking out my surroundings in the bar; the exits, how many people were in the building, and I definitely wanted to see if I could catch any sight of Naomi or Mitch. However, when a deep booming voice spoke above my head, I was broken out of my thoughts. I stretched my neck all the way back to look at this tall, bulky man right in my face.

This man had to be at least seven feet tall–that may or may not be an exaggeration–and I could have sworn the muscles on his arms had their own muscles. His face was fixated on a frown. If he held that expression for a long period of time he was going to give himself wrinkles.

“I said,” he leaned closer to me, his voice a little more threatening now. “Who are you?”

“Uh, George,” I blinked at him with wide eyes; my neck still arched all the way back. It was beginning to hurt.

“George what?” he growled.

“Williams,” I choked on my own words. “George Williams.” I wasn’t sure why I gave him Lilah’s name instead of my own, but I didn’t want anyone to suspect me of being a detective. Bars don’t like the law enforcement to be hanging around their facility.

“What brings you around here?” the bouncer stood up taller now and folded his big arms over his chest. He was still staring down at me, but his gaze was softer as well as his tone of voice.

“I was just walking by and saw this place.” I shrugged trying to keep it cool. “I have never been in here before, so I decided to give it a try.”

The bounced nodded, and then nodded to the bartender behind the counter.

“Would you like to see my identification?” I smirked while waving my wallet in front of him.

The bouncer chuckled as he returned back behind the counter locking the gate. “We onlt card people we believe to be under 21 years of age. We can tell you are much older.”

“Much older?” I repeated offended. “I’m 30.”

The bouncer shrugged. He didn’t care, but I was still disappointed. I put my wallet away and sat down at the counter. I continued to look around the room to see if I could find any sign of Naomi or Mitch. If neither one of them were here now, I was hoping one of them would show up before I left.

I felt a sharp poke on the back of my head. I turned around, rubbing my head and glared at the bartender, who was now pointing to all the drink behind him.

“That was rude; you could have just asked me what I wanted.” I snarled.

The bouncer glowered at me. “Hey, he’s a mute.”

“Oh,” I smiled apologetically at the bartender, who didn’t seem one bit amused. Someone could have told me. I said this was my first time being here, after all. “I’ll have a water.”

I noticed the bouncer and bartender exchanged puzzled expression, but I turned back around in my seat to scope out all the other tables in the room.

“Buddy, you do realize you’re in a bar, right?” the bouncer once again broke me out of my thoughts.

“Yes,” but I didn’t bother to turn back around to face him again.

“And all you want is water?”

“I don’t drink alcoholic beverages.” I replied.

“But you’re in a bar!” he protested.

“What do you care?” I finally turned to face him. “I’m a paying customer, so it shouldn’t matter what I order.”

“Water is free.” the bouncer growled.

“Oh,” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Well, what do you have that does not contain any alcohol?”

The bartender and bouncer exchanged certain looks again. The bartender then turned back to me and pointed to one part of the menu hanging above his head.

“Soda…” I read. “That’s carbonated and has caffeine. No thank you.” I politely declined with a smile.

“You have to buy something or you’re not getting anything at all.” The bouncer glared at me.

“How about I pay you for the seat I’m sitting in? Is five dollars reasonable?” I began to fish through my wallet.

“Get out. Now.” the bouncer took a step forward pointing to the door.

I immediately jumped out of my seat and began to head towards the exit. I didn’t want to cause any trouble and I knew the bouncer would have me beat in an instant. I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn’t following me. He wasn’t, but he was still keeping a close watch on me until I left the building.


Short Story Sunday #14

Prompt: There was glass all over the floor.

“What did you do?!” my mom placed her hands on her hips and her eyebrows pointed so far down they could have reached her chin. Her cool blue eyes didn’t look cool anymore as I could have sworn I saw real flames forming in her pupils.

I didn’t do anything.” I pointed to myself then quickly pointed to the dog who was, luckily for me, sitting right by my feet. The Dalmation cocked her head to one side for a brief moment before letting her tongue run wild outside her mouth in a loud, quick pant.

Mom raised an eyebrow as she glanced back and forth between me and the dog. “So you’re saying that Pebbles did it? And how, pray tell, did Pebbles manage to reach all the way up to the top cabinet, open it, and knock down a glass bowl?”

“I don’t know, I just got here,” I shrugged my shoulders.

Mom sighed. She let both of her arms rest by her sides as she slowly shook her head while looking at the mess all over her brand new hardwood kitchen floor. “I’m too tired to argue about this now. But the least you can do is help me clean it up.” She walked over to the closet and took out two brooms. “You can lead Pebbles into the living room. If she gets any glass shards in the pads of her paws, we’re going to be in trouble.”

Without saying a word, I took Pebbles by the collar and led her into the living room. When we entered the room, I squatted down in front of her face while smiling. I rubbed the top of her head and began to softly praise her.

“Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl? That’s right, Pebbles, you are! I’m sorry that I had to pin the blame on you, but mom isn’t going to get mad at you because you’re a dog. You don’t know any better. If you take the blame, neither of us gets into trouble. It’s a win-win situation! Thank you for taking the wrap and pretending as though you had no idea what we were talking about. You make a great partner in crime! Although…I didn’t expect to help clean up mom’s favorite glass bowl. But I guess cleaning it up to help out is much better than cleaning it up while getting yelled at. Thanks, Pebbles!” I giggled quietly.


I paused when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I slowly turned around and looked up to see my mom standing behind me, hands on her hips again.

“On second thought,” she held out the broom to me. “You clean it up.”

Words: 451

June Is Here!

In case any of you care, I have been thinking about my blog every day since my last post. When it came to a matter of actually posting on it…well, that was a different story. My last post on here was May 18 and the very next day was when my life became a bit hectic for a short period of time.

It was the first day of my summer classes for school. The homework isn’t bad, but for the first week it was. Yes, I typed that correctly. I know the first week of school is usually the easiest, but I’m taking Spanish Two. My professor decided to have us “review” what was taught in Spanish One, which meant doing everything all over again. Yes, workbook activities, textbook activities, plus there’s a show we need to watch so I had to watch seven episodes of that, plus a test after it all, and of course the usual “first week” stuff. I basically did a whole semester of work in one week; it was awful.

It was even more terrible because Tuesday, the second day of classes, my best friend called telling me her father was on hospice. He was only 55-years-old (he would have turned 56 this upcoming Monday) and after years of fighting, his throat cancer got the best of him. He passed away on Memorial Day.

So I had loads of homework, then the stress of “waiting” so to speak. Because of this, my other friend (they’re sisters) decided to get married while her father was still alive. So I had a wedding to go to on Sunday and then the next day, Memorial Day, their father passed away. I practically lived at their house helping with wake and funeral arrangements. I learned a lot about their family and the Marines (yes, their father was a veteran) last week.

This week hasn’t been too bad; work was busy only because we had our end of the year show on Thursday and we had an open house yesterday. Other than that, homework has been on the minimum and I’ve been able to sit back and relax after two weeks of hell. Of course this weekend my friends went away so I have their dog living with me until tomorrow. Their dog is my dog’s sister (real sister, they’re from the same litter) and so far they haven’t really been getting along…so this weekend is a little more than I bargained for.

In lighter news, June is finally here (yes, I know I’m a week late) which means Camp NaNo starts back up in less than a month. I’ve been slowly editing Detective Florence so I can write the sequel for Camp. I have to edit about ten pages a day in order to finish the draft by July. Of course I’ve skipped a few days…so I have to play catch up today and tomorrow. That should be fun.

So there we have it. Hopefully I will have a Short Story Sunday posted tomorrow…I know I’ve skipped a few weeks. Talk to you all soon!