Short Stories
— Short Stories —
Hello, Sweet Friend! Welcome to the Short Story Hub! Here are all my “published” short stories on the blog for your enjoyment all here in one place! Have fun! <3
(Also, if you have any short story ideas or requests please leave them down in the comments below)
— The Annie May Collection —
Chapter One | Annie May on the train
A little girl named Annie May sits waiting in a train car to meet her new family in the early 1900s New England during autumn. She is excited but doubts plague her mind, what if the family doesn’t want her? Or worse, what if they send her back? Follow Annie May as she meets her new family and cowboy hero in this first chapter of Annie May’s story.
Chapter Two | Mama’s Little Helper
A little girl named Annie May has found a family. When mama gets sick and papa has to go work on the ranch, Annie May decides to be the best little helper for mama. Through messes and mishaps Annie May finds out about the true meaning of family and learns that love—real love—cannot be broken by a mess or mistake but lasts. She finds there are greater things waiting ahead of her.
Chapter Three | coming soon…
— The Flash Fiction Collection —
2022 — Winter Flash Fiction Collection
Including…
The Regency Mystery
The room was alive with dancing and music. Couples dancing and swaying. It was every lady’s wish to be chosen to dance by one of the bachelors. This was the way with girls in their finery, long colorful dresses trailed behind them with their hair pulled up in just the right fashion. Each girl was looking for her future husband while the men looked to find the prettiest girl to show off…
Peter Pan’s Shadow
When I went to the Kensington Gardens I never thought I would see it. But there it was flittering just out of sight. Peter Pan’s shadow.
Why is he here? It’s been years since I’ve been to Neverland, years since I've seen him. I was just a child in a dream when I went there but always in the morning, I would wake up only to go back the next night. It was always such fun but my favorite part was always Peter Pan and Tink, my very best friends. I traveled there through the dream space but Peter always said that one day he would bring me to Neverland for real. But then I grew up seemingly overnight. Things changed and I couldn’t be a naive little girl anymore. I had responsibilities. I had to grow up. That was the last I saw of Peter Pan…
“If I had that day to live again…”
If I had that day to live again...I'd soak in every moment. I would remember every word and touch. I would remember the beauty of that day, the rain pounding on the ground, the fog gliding on the grass, and hidden in the trees. If I had known it was the last day, I would have changed how I acted. That day I was mad for the rain soaking me, leaving me cold and wet. If only I knew that there was a worse cold than the rain.
I lost you that day. Forever completely.
If I had that day to live again…
The Telephone
Lucy Anne sat on the small cement steps. She played with her brown and white plaid skirt and brushed her honey-brown bangs from her face. It was cold, she could feel the first frost of the season nearing even now. Lucy Anne didn't care for the cold, though her hands were cold, she was on a mission. Lucy looked up at the black iron telephone hanging by the door. An hour had gone by, and still, she waits. She waits and waits, waits for the phone to ring, and waits for the person on the other side…
The magic of Christmas and winter snow.
I sit by the kindling fire as it crackles and pops. The warm air tickles my cold nose. In my hand, I hold a warm mug of homemade hot chocolate. The taste of chocolate and cinnamon is simply wonderful on this cold day. I flip another page of A Christmas…
Broken Ballerina — the short story
The story that opened my mind and gave me the inspiration to write my 4th Novel by the same title. <3
I shut my eyes. In my head music plays. I see myself dancing the Swan Lake. I used to be a dancer, beautiful and poised. I could dance any ballet without a problem. I used to be whole, beautiful, and perfect. Now I am a broken dream, a broken dancer…
— The Short Story Collection —
An author takes up his pen with ink and sits down. His hand hovers over a fresh sheet of paper. It is void. A blank piece of paper with nothing on it, only emptiness. An author’s worst nightmare or greatest dream.
Sweeping his eyes over the face of the page…he writes his first words. On the page light appears. Light and darkness comes to the scene but it is not evil. Day and night pass, the first day of his work. He says of his writing, “It is good.”
On the second day he comes back to his little wooden desk. A new sheet of paper is ready for him to pen his work on. He sits down and holds the pen over the page. Pressing the pen down, ink spilling over the blank sheet of paper, he writes of a dome. A great dome that separates the waters of the world on the page into two parts—the above waters and the below waters. The sky and then everything else the waters. Day and night pass, the second day of his work.
On the third day he takes up his pen…
A Little Girl Lost In Rubble — what it feels like for me to have God guiding me
Day 9 of 21 Days of prayer | 21 December 2023
I’ve seen God show up everyday is so many wonderful ways…In guidance. In Him taking my hand and walking me through this time.
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I feel like a little girl. I feel lost. Surrounded by rubble. Buildings exploded by bombers. Debris and nails and cements strewn all over the place. Dust covering the air, heavy in the light. Sun blocked out by the clouds. Everything is different. The world has changed in an instant and I don’t know where to go. But there is God...
— Fairytales —
The Little Boy and The Fairy
Coming Soon…
More stories coming soon…
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