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…

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…

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…

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.

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…

Tales: Witch! Witch! You’re a Witch! (Part 2)

The longer I was in this state, the more fearful I became of seeing the devil so I closed my eyes just in case he was about to climb on my chest and look dead in the eyes. Then just then a clip from Rosemary’s Baby popped into my consciousness

Tales: Witch! Witch! You’re a Witch! (Part 1)

For me it all started when I was 18 years old shortly after moving away from my childhood home.  Perhaps everything begins when a great change in life occurs, and the greatest change for any was that slow painful realization that you are moving away from childhood.

Tales: Short Story – Dwayne

At his most extreme he would ride around the village in red speedos on a unicycle reading the Bible out loud. Then he would perform juggling tricks while reciting verses and hymns.

Tales: Short Story – Sad Girl (Part 2) The Taunting

The real change for me started when rumors about her family sneaked into the side conversations at every household in the village. First, it started out with village kids saying that her father touched her and Jenny inappropriately.