Adrienne Parker

“Things I Wanted to Say But Never Did” by Adrienne Parker

BEFOREI have no idea what’s wrong with me. I wish I could be someone else. Every night when I’m trying to go to sleep (which is not very easy) I fantasize about things I really shouldn’t. I think of what it would be like to die, to cut myself. Even writing that down I feel scared about it; why am I thinking these things? I tried to tell Olivia about it yesterday, but then my cowardly self changed the subject. I just want to talk with someone without being interrupted, just once. I wish talking was so much e...

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“Two White Graves” by Adrienne Parker

Submitted to Contest #50

As I snuck into my girlfriend’s apartment that evening, I was a little more than a little nervous.  I had been thinking about this night for more than a month, planning out every single detail.  Everything had to be perfect.  A few days beforehand, I could hardly eat.  Wild thoughts raced through my head when I was trying to sleep at night.  What if she says no?  What if she doesn’t feel the same as I do?  Will she break up with me?  Will my heart ever heal again if she does? For I was planning on pro...

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“Fatally Late” by Adrienne Parker

Submitted to Contest #47

When Elijah asked you out, you smiled.  You had been playing with his feelings for a few months, just for fun.  You knew that you wouldn’t ever seriously date him, but one date couldn’t hurt, could it?  You agreed and he asked if you would meet him at the mall at ten minutes after ten.  The time seemed very specific and strange to you, but you didn’t think too much of it.  You consented to meet him then, knowing full well that you wouldn’t arrive at the right time. You get ready in the morning, wearing a red sundres...

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“COVID-19” by Adrienne Parker

Submitted to Contest #36

March 17, 2020 Today is Tuesday, the first day we are out of school because of the Coronavirus pandemic. Yesterday, our principal held an assembly to tell us that we were getting out of school for two weeks. Since it’s only been one day, I’m not feeling confined in any way. It feels like any other weekend, so I’m not tired of being at home yet. That might get old soon, though. I won’t really be able to see anyone but my family and I won’t have too many mental exercises to do, except for the “enrichment activities” our teachers...

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“My Hero” by Adrienne Parker

Submitted to Contest #27

As my tears fall on the photograph one by one at half-past midnight, I reflect on my life.  It has been a good one, I guess. Full of experiences, wonderful people, too. But there is a lot of dark stains on my past and will be in my future, I’m guessing.  I was foolish and naive when I was younger. I trusted until I couldn’t. I was only so lucky when I met him. When I was twenty years old, done with my first year of college, I met Andy. My hero.  I had been walking down a street in our small suburb with a cup of steaming co...

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“Royal Poinciana” by Adrienne Parker

Submitted to Contest #2

The sweat pours down my face as I struggle with the weeds in my garden. I’m not physically draining myself, but the sweat comes from fear. Every time I touch a weed, I see something from my past, my scarred past. Flashes of memories flood my vision even when I barely brush a weed. I can’t see past the flashes, they are blinding me. I try to pull out several weeds at once, which is a mistake. I see several memories in rapid succession, thoroughly confusing me. A hand coming out of nowhere, my mother screaming, a gunshot.... I c...

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