The Rise and Decline of a Public School Teacher
It was amazing—that she could find a job that quickly and then lose it so easily. It was nothing about what she did; it was all about what she didn’t do. It wasn’t until it was too late change anything that she found out how she lost her career. She taught public school. It was her first real job, her first career, and she had seen herself working happily in the field of...
There were no sounds save that of the quiet hum of appliances and the soft chirp of crickets outside. She sat alone in the dark, anxiously awaiting whatever was to happen next. She heard the floorboards shift as a human foot took a soft, hesitant step forward. Her breath caught in her throat, almost making her choke and gag on the sudden halt of her subconscious action. Her hair tickled her nose,...
We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone...– Dr. Seuss
It was an odd feeling. A sense of fear mingled with hope and anticipation. Maggie had waited for this opportunity; she wanted this job. Right now she lived on cheap vegetables and ramen noddles. Her finances had dug her a hole so deep she no longer saw the light of day. She fought to find the money for every meal. Debt collectors called her relentlessly. She was on the verge of losing her home,...
Trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never...– Unknown
The Real Mistake
There came a day when she didn’t want any more of his crap. She packed up what little she owned and left in the middle of the night. She ran into another man’s arms, but they weren’t warm like the ones she had left. She lived with this for years before she realized what she had done. Again, there came a day when she didn’t want any more of his crap, and she packed up...
His first mistake was loving her in a lie. He said “I love you” without ever knowing what an emotion was. His kisses were not heart-felt, his eyes were void of emotion, and his heart was cold to her embrace. He took her in falsities, and he made her believe his intentions were true. She left the man she really loved for someone who said he would do better. He played the role of the...
It is not appropriate to use love as readily and as easily as society does; by...– Kayla Coile
The word got around the town the next morning. By noon, everyone knew who she was. She had no secrets here. Suddenly she felt the desire to return home to live with her father again, but she also knew that was impossible. Her father had been arrested on charges that never made any sense. When he was cleared of one charge, someone would find others to keep him in jail. She thought he would never...
Letter to a Self-Absorbed Thief
Dear Inconsiderate, Narcissistic, Idiotic, Drug-Addicted Freak, I don’t appreciate you breaking into my parent’s rental property and touching my things. The guitar you stole, that was a gift to me that I used to express myself when I was an emotionally driven teenager. The jewelry you took was not yours, your mother’s, or your grandmother’s, but they were mine, gifts and...
A Part of Me
There’s a part of me that is mysterious. It longs to lurk in the shadows. It knows no one and does not want to. It prefers to be always alone, watching others and playing mind games with anyone that wanders too close. Oftentimes, when this side of me is showing, I scare others away. They want no part of the mystery. There is a part of me that is motherly. It desires to care for everyone and...
Woke Up Early
For once, she woke early. The sun was barely up over the horizon, making the day look bleak through her slightly curtained windows. As she slid her legs over the side of the bed and began to stretch her lazy limbs, her alarm began playing her song of choice. She listened for a moment, held in rapture to one of her favorite songs. She slapped her alarm off and climbed lazily out of bed. It was then...
Schools have lost the personal element needed for quality education. Instead of...– Daniel Klaehn, West Texas A&M University
who—in this damned universe—who can tell me why I should live for...– Ayn Rand We the Living