S4: Short Story Series Saturdays

[3] S4: continued “Derek”

I open the metal door to the Circle K gas station. The girl with the black hair and red streak looks at me suspiciously. I decide to be ballsy so I smiled and winked at her. Then I realized my hood was tightened over my face. I quickly pull it down off my head. She watches me walk to the back of the store.

I look at the ceiling trying to find cameras. The only ones I see are near the alcohol. I figure now is as good a time as any to have sticky fingers. I grab a protein bar and shove it in my hoodie pocket as quickly as I can. I lean over at the end of the isle. The girl was too busy ringing up a customer to notice, at least that’s what I thought. I decided to bolt for the door.

“Hey, you!” A voice calls. I stop at the door and am sure I’m busted. I turn around and the beautiful girl is looking at me. She nods her head and says “Come here.” I walk up to the counter hoping she’s not going to call the cops. She looks me up and down.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” She asks. I can see her looking deep into my eyes trying to figure me out. I clear my throat and try to calm down.

“I don’t think so,” I say cooly. “But I’d like to know you.” I flash my teeth and smile big for her. She giggles and turns around behind the cash register. She turns back around after a few minutes and slides me a piece of paper.

“Here’s my number. Text me sometime.” She says with a smile. I take the piece of paper and shove it in my hoodie pocket with the protein bar. The sensor above the door sings as I leave.

Once I get a few feet away from Circle K, I look around. No cops or anyone following me. I open the protein bar and eat it quickly. I was so hungry. I hadn’t ate in days. Dad doesn’t keep much food around the house. Just another great thing about him. As I finish the protein bar I remember the piece of paper she gave me. I open it up. It says “Samantha 309-838-5555” with a little heart next to her name.

Being one of the poor kids, I don’t usually pull many girls. I was surprised that this one willingly gave me her number. I’d never seen her before. She must got to a different school.

I keep walking. My feet start to ache when I realize how far I’ve walked. I’m in the next town over. Normal. You can’t find many “normal” people here…

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S4: Short Story Series Saturdays

[2] Short Story Series Saturday: Continued! “Derek”

I reach a gas station, just south of town. I see a beautiful girl working at the counter. She’s about my age. She has long, flowing black hair with a red streak down the right side. As she’s checking out the person at the cash register, she stops and notices me. As much as I don’t want to, I find myself walking towards the gas station.

It’s a Circle K gas station. A big red and blue K is above the gas price which currently shows $2.65 for unleaded. That information would be useful to me if I had a car. Instead, I rely on these two legs to get me where I need to go. There’s a reason I don’t have a car.

You see, I got put on house arrest because I totaled my dad’s car. It was an accident. Well, more of an accident waiting to happen. I was at this party…

My friend Kyle lives on the east side, the rich side, of town. He lives in a bi-level house with lots of windows. Inside there are lots of people holding red cups in their hands, dancing and talking. I was sitting under the table in the kitchen slamming down some beers.

“You good down there, bro?” Kyle laughed. He was an athletic kid; on the football team. He could have any girl he wanted, and he did. He was a spoiled brat, but he let me get in on the money he made off selling his Xanax. His parents were divorced so he used the “I have anxiety” card and his doctor believed him. Put him on Xanax, just like that.

Everything was spinning. I looked at my phone. 1:46AM. I laid there on the floor struggling to remember what day it is. I look at my phone again in my drunken stupor. Wednesday.

“Shit, dude! It’s a school night! I gotta go!” I raised up from the floor and slammed my head on the table. I knew deep down my dad wouldn’t notice I was gone. He really didn’t care how late I was out, even if it was a school night. I just knew I had to get home. Unfortunately, I had driven my dad’s 2015 blacked-out Jeep to the party. I felt comfortable enough to drive home. I did just that.

On the way home I noticed a white car following me. I didn’t know it, but I was swerving all over the road. Soon enough I saw the red and blue lights behind me. I put my foot on the accelerator and tried to get away. While I was looking out my rearview mirror trying to get away, I struck a light pole. That’s when shit hit the fan. I passed out cold as soon as I wrecked the Jeep.

I remember waking up the next day in the hospital. My dad nowhere to be found. My phone, M.I.A. No visitors. Just nurses pacing the hall floor and me in my room, all alone. I look over from the hospital bed and notice an IV in my arm. I lay there with my face scrunched in confusion, trying to figure out what happened.

An older nurse comes in and starts to make notes on my chart at the end of the bed. I watch her carefully.

“Excuse me,” I ask. She looks up from my chart. “Why am I here?” She smiled and showed her perfectly aligned, white teeth.

“Baby, you got in an accident. You were rushed here in an ambulance. They didn’t think you were gonna make it,” She looked at me in all seriousness. “Have you looked at yourself?” She asked. I wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean. She helped me to the bathroom so I could assess the damage.

My face was pretty banged up. I had about 5 stitches in my forehead. A lot of bruising. I was missing some of my teeth. I still wasn’t sure what happened. All I did know, is that I wished I could’ve died in this accident so I could be with my mom again.

As soon as the nurse got me back into bed, my dad comes storming into the room. He throws my cell phone at me and it hits my sternum in my chest.

“Good job, asshole.” was all he said and he walked right back out. I had a feeling this was the beginning of a great conversation that would come up later.

S4: Short Story Series Saturdays

[1] The start of Short Story Saturday series

So as you may know I’m a writer. I love to write. I love to share my creativity with the world. Last night I laid in bed and couldn’t sleep because I had this idea for this short story series. It’s going to be a series of short stories, but they may or may not be connected. Sometimes I may want to continue a story. Sometimes I may want to start a new one. This will be posted every Saturday. Hopefully I can keep up the creativity each week. Starting… NOW!

I can hear the splash of my feet hitting water puddles in potholes of the road. I’m running as fast as I can. My legs are starting to hurt. I’ve been running for a while now. I hear sirens. I look back and I see red and blue lights through the fog.

Yeah, I’m in a lot of trouble. I cut off my ankle bracelet and now the cops are following me. Why did I cut it off? I wanted to be free! Well, that and I wanted to run away and start a new life. Let me take you back to my life at home.

I live in a small two bedroom ranch with my dad. We don’t get along very well.

“DEREK!” He yells. I roll my eyes and put my book down. I’m trying to get through the Harry Potter series. I just learned recently I have a love for reading. I walk into my doorway and stand there waiting for him to come yell at me. I predicted correctly. He stomps to my doorway and grabs me by the shirt.

“I know you’ve been stealing my cigarettes, you little prick!” He raised me up by the neck and slid me up against the wall. I shake my head “no” and struggle to breath.

“I didn’t do it, I swear!” I get out in between breaths. I’m an only child so I have no one else to blame. He knows I did it. I know I did it. I just don’t want to admit it. He lets go of my neck and drops me on the floor.

“For the last time, leave my shit alone!” He yelled and kicked me in the stomach. Yeah me and dad don’t exactly see eye to eye.

For starters, he’s a drunk. At least since my mom died. He’s a mechanic at an auto shop, but he doesn’t work much. He just sits at home and watches TV and drinks and chain smokes.

I pick myself up off the floor and slam the front door behind me. I start to walk down our narrow street and towards the park. I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my front pocket and light up a cigarette. I take a drag and blow out a puff of smoke. This is my life. An abusive, drunk father and lack of a mother.

My mom died about a year ago. She had cancer. I loved her so much. She was the glue that kept our family together. My dad was a different person when she was alive. He was kind and gentle. Now he takes his anger out on me. I know he misses mom, I do too, but we’ve gotta move on.

Rain hits my forehead as I look up at the sky. I look down at my freed ankle. No more house arrest for me. The rain splashed my face as I look behind me. They’re gone. I lost them. Now to run away and start a new life.

Tears well up in my eyes. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Where will I go? I’m only 17. Who’s going to hire me? How am I going to live? Hopefully not homeless.

I just know I’m going to get reported as wanted. People are going to be looking for me. Ive gotta change my image.

I put my hood up and tighten the drawstrings. I have no money so I can’t buy scissors. I can’t even buy a razor. I let out a heavy sigh and keep walking towards nowhere.

My Life

Night shift and marriage

So my husband started working a 12 hour night shift about 4 months ago. Let’s just say it’s been difficult…

He works from 7PM-7AM 3 days on, 2 days off; then 2 days on 3 days off. Basically he’s off every other weekend.

I’ve noticed myself feeling distant from him for a while now. He says we’re still close, but I don’t feel it.

His sleep schedule is erratic for a lack of a better word. He comes home on his days off at 7AM and plays video games until noon then goes to bed. On his days off he gets up at 8pm and stays up all night playing video games until noon the next day. It’s not a good schedule and I feel like he isn’t getting enough sleep.

I rarely see him and when I do it’s when he’s leaving for work or in the morning before I go to school. I don’t see him that much on his days off because I’m hanging out with friends or family. So I feel like I never get a chance to talk to him. When I do talk to him I have to update him on everything that’s gone on. Then he will proceed to talk to me about work for an hour.

So how does this affect our marriage? As I said, we rarely talk. We’re never in bed at the same time. We each do our own thing when we’re home. It’s like living with a roommate and it’s very hard. I miss him so much. I miss talking to him and being together.

However, I’ve found out how much I like to be independent now. I make my own food, I have my own schedule. I go to school, come home and do homework, hang out with my dog, and run any errands that need to be done.

Because I’m so heavily medicated, there are days I don’t even notice he’s been home because I’m in my own little world. It’s like if I don’t think about him I don’t miss him. On weekends is really when I start to miss him.

So I guess the positive of night shift in a marriage is you become more independent and can do whatever you want; but you will eventually miss your spouse.

My Life

Starting my 2nd semester

So I was very nervous to start my second semester of community college. Today was my second day.

So far I’m really looking forward to my World Religions, American Literature, and Creative Writing classes. Hoping they help mold me into becoming a better author. Also crossing my fingers for more A’s this semester.

I’m taking on a full load, 5 classes instead of 4 which I had last semester. Thus far, all my teachers are amazing. I’m just a bit discouraged that I already have so much homework. Hopefully I can catch up.

So I finished my book last week. One of my friends decided to be a beta reader and gave me some discouraging feedback so I’m at a standstill at this point. My editor won’t have a chance to edit until probably February so it’s looking like maybe late February, early March it will get published. Logan and I are still currently working on the cover. Hoping to get that done soon for promos.

If you’ve read my books, please give me words of encouragement. I’m really feeling like a crappy writer right now.

My Life

Updates

So as you may know, I just finished my first semester of college at Heartland Community College. I’ve been off since December and don’t go back until January 17th. I’m so anxious to start my new classes.

I’ll be taking Algebra, World Religions, English 102, American Literature, and Creative Writing.

Last semester I ended with an A in English, A in Literature and Film, C in Psychology, and a D in Algebra.

I’m beyond excited to start my new classes, especially World Religions and Creative Writing.

It’s been an interesting journey thus far. I’m always one of the oldest people in my class. I constantly feel like I’m not as smart as these kids who are just out of high school. They blurt out answers to questions that sound so much smarter than anything I’ve thought of.

I’ve been having quite the hard time in Math. Unfortunately everything is done online and the teachers aren’t very helpful. So pray with me that I pass this math class.

Lucky is a spoiled little sweetie. She doesn’t cuddle with me as much but she loves playing in the snow. She’s really taken a liking to Logan too. I just love her so much. 💜

I’m about to finish my third book. I shouldn’t even call it a book, it’s more of a short story. I’m trying to get it done before I go back to school.

sorry I posted this late! Forgot to post it a few weeks ago.

My Life

Wait, what religion are you?

So throughout my life, I’ve undergone many different religious “epiphanies”. Since I was very young, my Grandma raised me Christian in a Methodist church. I just kind of followed along with it. My Mom wasn’t really religious. Neither was my Dad. They didn’t go to church, pretty much ever. Grandma went to church EVERY. SUNDAY. 8AM Service. I went to my Grandma’s every weekend growing up.

When I was 13, I went through “confirmation” and joined the church and was baptized. I was very active in the church there for a while. I would volunteer to play piano for church and sing songs. It was a joke to me. I didn’t even know why I was doing it. I was religiously confused. As I got older, more and more I didn’t go to Grandma’s on the weekend because I didn’t want to have to go to church. While I was in High School, I considered myself an atheist. I didn’t believe in anything and quite honestly, I didn’t care. I literally did not care about anything, including my grades.

When I turned 18 I somehow found out about Paganism and Wicca. A year or so later I joined a coven. I felt like I was home. I loved my teachers, all the other members. It was perfect. I finally felt like I had found my religion. I did that for a few years. I was even married by a pagan High Priest from my coven and had the traditional handfasting ceremony. Everything was perfect.

I soon became bored with it and confused. “Is this really what I believe? Is this the right thing? Will I ever know what religion I’m supposed to me?” These were often thoughts I had to myself. All of a sudden, I stopped going to my coven’s meetings. I did solitary rituals and did a few spells here and there. I meditated a lot and had some short discussions with my Pagan God and Goddess. I would always question it. “Is it just my conscience talking to me or is it really the word of my deities?” Something in me just felt like what I was doing was betraying my Christian roots.

So I went back to that church in my early 20’s and started going to a non-denominational church which was led by the pastor of my old small church. He made the messages so relatable and I finally felt like I was in the right place. Then I got bored again. I went back to my coven. This cycle happened not once… but twice. I struggled to try to stay Christian knowing that so many (well, most) Christian’s are against gay marriage and the transgender community. I’m a huge supporter of the LGBT+ community and it’s one thing I really believe in as far as equality. I’m a very open-minded person.

This summer, the cycle started again. All of the last year I considered myself Christian and started finding myself posting bible verses on my facebook. I felt like that’s where I needed to be. I felt I was Christian. I went to a few church services between my home church and my other church I went to. Then starting this year, I felt I was Pagan again. So I started going back to my coven and I even went to their annual weekend camping trip, which I had so much fun at. However, I still just felt like I was doing something wrong.

Most recently, I decided to go back to church. The only problem was my home church is 20 minutes away and my other regular church that was in town disbanded due to lack of funds to keep it going. It was very disappointing. So I decided to try out my best friend’s church again. I was raised in a Methodist church, and I like the Methodist church. My best friend is Lutheran, which I consider very close to Catholic. While there is nothing wrong with being Lutheran or Catholic, I just don’t feel like those churches are for me.

As I was researching churches in town, I found so many of them on their websites saying that do not accept gay people. It really bugged me. How can you say you’re such a welcoming church and shun gay people? It’s stupid. After addressing this with my best friend, she suggested I try the Methodist church in our sister town. It’s about 15 minutes away from my house. That night I drove to the church and just sat in the parking lot and marveled at how huge the church was. I felt a spark in my soul. I talked to my Grandma about going there and come to find out, the co-pastor used to be a pastor at my home church and married my Mom and my biological father. So there was a connection.

I went to this church with my Mom the next Sunday. On the way there, I turned on some Christian music on Spotify on my phone and my Mom laughed at me. “What, are you, Grandma, now?” She asked. It bugged me a little, but I was trying to set the mood.

We were greeted by very friendly people at the door. It was a huge church, even bigger once you’re inside. The co-pastor who married my parents gave the sermon. There was something about her words that just resonated with me. The message was on kindness, something I need to be schooled on badly. After the service, I was happy, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to join just yet.

Today, Grandma drove to town and went to church with me. We talked with the co-pastor and she reminisced with Grandma a little. Grandma just spoke so highly of her. I could see why. She has an amazing personality and she is just one of the nicest people you will ever meet. So, today I decided I want to join the church. I’m also getting involved in the church. Next Sunday I have lunch with both Pastors to discuss joining the church. This coming Wednesday I’ll be packing meals with the church to support the community. Then next Tuesday I have a meeting to discuss starting a Young Adult group. I’m so excited. I finally feel like I’m a part of something big. Something that feels right.

At the end of the day, I feel like I’m always going to be Pagan deep down. Now I just consider myself ChristoPagan. A mix of Christian and Pagan. I believe in Jesus Christ, God, and my Goddess, Mary Magdalene. I may do spells here and there. I pray every night. But now I have a church to call home. I feel content and welcome.

I hope everyone found this insightful. Love is all around us.