Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 9) The End

A sampling of my short story written in 2009. Of course, this is an autobiographical piece so names and locations were change to keep the peace. A FEW DAYS AFTER MY HIGH SCHOOL COMMENCEMENT ceremony, Sara visited me. She hadn’t attended school for a few years, but she was still very sharp when she was thinking clearly. She congratulated me on my graduation and passing … Continue reading Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 9) The End

Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 7) Aftermat

A sampling of my short story written in 2009. Of course, this is an autobiographical piece so names and locations were change to keep the peace. When she finally got better after her third hospitalization, she was able to resume some normalcy once again, so we took up where we left off. My mother at this point seemed a bit symapthic towards. She  allowed Sara … Continue reading Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 7) Aftermat

Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 6) End Of Days

A sampling of my short story written in 2009. Of course, this is an autobiographical piece so names and locations were change to keep the peace. DURING MY LAST FEW YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL, Sara drifted in and out of a psychotic state. She would get well enough to have a job; then something would trigger sending her back to the hospital. The last few … Continue reading Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 6) End Of Days

Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 3) The Fall

I didn’t think that anyone really thought of love or wanted to get married in my age group. I saw it as a waste of time and energy trying to encourage such a trivial pursuit of affection. I thought marriage was a thing you had to do when you wasted your life and had nothing else to give to yourself. Continue reading Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 3) The Fall

Tales: Fire Boys

The stories of my mischievous brother started like so many others, which always seemed to commence on a dreadfully boring day. If there was an equation for misadventure amongst village boys, it usually started with a boring day multiplied by the Caribbean heat and divided by idle hands which produced an outcome of mischief. Every summer my brother was allowed to rumor the village with … Continue reading Tales: Fire Boys