Advertisements

#YA

Short Stories

I am posting short stories to my Patreon…

 

Please consider the Following:

https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment

https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87

https://teespring.com/stores/f-jason-whitaker-photography

http://patreon.com/jason29171

Podcast:

https://anchor.fm/f-jason-whitaker

https://www.fjasonphoto.com/

https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/

Advertisements

Once Upon a Memory

When I close my eyes I remember the beginning. The scars remain but so do the memories. I’m told that things will get better but memories are not as easy to heal.

The lights are off in his house. I can hear the rest of his family asleep throughout the house. I’m sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag. It feels like I’m camping.

He’s in his bed. I’m on the floor next to his bed. I wonder if he’s asleep but I’m unwilling to sit up and look. It’s a quiet night. The absence of extraneous sounds only amplifies the relevant sounds.

Shall I name him? A person from memory? Is this memory what actually happened or a fictionalized version that my brain has created?

I don’t know what time it is. He moves in his bed. I hear him because I’ve been listening in anticipation of hearing him move, which means that he could be awake. I’ve waited for this moment. The first time could have been one of those once in a lifetime moments.

I close my eyes because it’s like a scary movie where you want to know what happens next but you’re afraid to see it actually take place. I close my eyes tightly.

I feel his breath upon my neck. His mouth is so close to my neck that I can feel the warmth of his breath…

Continued:

http://patreon.com/jason29171

Please consider the Following:

https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment

https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87

http://patreon.com/jason29171

Podcast:

https://anchor.fm/f-jason-whitaker

https://www.fjasonphoto.com/

https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/

New Home

I stare into the sky as I wonder why things have come to this, alone on a bus heading to a stranger’s house, and I close my eyes to it all and I dream.

In my dreams I have a family. In my dreams I’m not an outsider.

I open my eyes to a harsh beam of sun that seems to be directed at my face. The bus is stopped. This is where I get off and begin my new life. It’s what was told to me as I was being prepared for a foster home for the first time.

Continued on:

http://patreon.com/jason29171

 

 

Please consider the Following:

https://crowdrise.com/dashboard/fjasonwhitaker/videoproductionequipment

https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87

http://patreon.com/jason29171

Podcast:

https://anchor.fm/f-jason-whitaker

https://www.fjasonphoto.com/

https://fjasonwhitakerwriter.com/

 

%d bloggers like this: