Short stories: Moving 11 Articles

by Lamia Divinitas

"Tori, would you please make yourself useful and hand me that box over there?"
"Sure, I guess"
Victoria Corin was never the type of person to sit idly and watch everyone else do all the work. But, on this particular afternoon,

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by Kelly Monteith

"But I don't want to move". I screamed as I ran down the hall, towards my bedroom.My father had arrived home from work to inform us we were moving to another city.We had lived in the small Ontario town for nine years and I had

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by maddie rose

Caution: A Life is in Progress

Lizzie opens the screen door; the main door was already opened. Rose found the house inviting, breezy and cool, and no wonder, since the front hall was opposite of the back door. There, it was a

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by Shannon Comes At Night

The only thing I had to move today was a my girlfriend's dead body. She was fresh, but had released her bodily fluids after I had strangled her.

We had just finished having sex. It was good, but she called me another man's name.

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by Amy

She awakes and her eyes immediately draw across to the window; its light beaming through so enthusiastically, projecting a glowing square on the wall behind her. She lay there, bathing in the warmth of her bed as she studies

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by Brandi Gregory

I taped the last box and marked it with a thick permanent marker. It read: Last Box Of Mine. I sighed, dropped the tape on the box, and set the black marker beside it. I looked down at the hard, wooden floor. The sun was shining

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by Jennifer Vensel

She raised her arm and touched the ceiling. Mandy couldn't believe this was where she was going to live for the next year . She hoped she would be out sooner. There was barely enough room for a couch and a coffee table in the

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by Carlotta Cooper

I'm in the process of moving, something I swore I would never do again. Unfortunately, my landlord left me no choice. He sold the house and three acres I've been living on for the last three years to developers. He and his wife

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by Naomi Garton

Every morning I pulled the small drawstring cord, to reveal a sea of green lying upon a bed of soft brown soil. It was at this time, naturally, that I learned to appreciate the Earth itself, sprung upon me in its full glory.

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