Standing Alone
Written by Diane Tolliver His words pierced her heart like bullets. Cruel, angry, hurtful. She reeled back from the verbal barrage. How had they reached this point? What had sparked…
Written by Diane Tolliver His words pierced her heart like bullets. Cruel, angry, hurtful. She reeled back from the verbal barrage. How had they reached this point? What had sparked…
Written by Diane Tolliver Carrie pulled her suitcase from the closet. She opened it and carefully started putting her clothes inside it. As she gathered the things, she thought she…
Written by Esme Shane Thank you for your service. I smile and reply thank you for the acknowledgement. As I walk away, I think about my military service. Did I…
Written by Beth Meyer When I was about eight years old, my parents told me and my sister that we were going to spend Thanksgiving on my grandparents’ farm. This…
Written by Esme Shane I strike the match, watching the flame grow larger.I feel the heat on my hand and my face,I see as the match head is consumed by…
Written by Susan Brooks One of my most vivid Thanksgiving memories involves my Mom and Dad. My father served as a Marine in World War II. He was stationed in…
Written by Beth Meyer All my life I have wondered if I matter. Even before my first viewing of the movie It’s A Wonderful Life, I wondered if I wasn’t…
Written by Tara Clark Mike sat bolt upright in bed, wondering what the sound was. He sat there a few seconds listening, but heard nothing else. “It’s probably just the…
Written by Susan Brooks Maggie snapped awake when the bus pulled into the station. Making her way to the front of the bus, she waited her turn to step into…