Painal Stories

After watching Greg pull back onto the highway, I took the next fifteen minutes to reapply my makeup in the rearview mirror and gather my thoughts. I realized that the sun had gone down and the rest stop parking lot was not quite as inviting as it was when I pulled in. Two overhead street lights dimly lit the parking lot and the short sidewalk to the building in front of me. I decided that staying in the parking lot too l...

Heavy clouds were beginning to shroud and cover the full moon that shone over the dark and quiet suburb. I drove down the dark street with my headlights off between the parked silhouetted cars. I didn’t want any of the neighbors to see me. They’d probably wonder what an old beater car like mine was doing in their fancy, schmancy little ‘burb. I parked across the street from my girlfriend’s house, a place I’ve only visited...

Ellen felt the covers being pulled down. She stirred, her eyes fluttering. She was in her bed, it felt like. With her pink walls and her red, heart-shaped pillow. But she could see the entire cafeteria of her high school and it was crowded with loud murmuring and people eating and talking and working on their homework. Like she should be since her paper was due this afternoon. She closed her eyes again, hoping to God all...