Gabriela Fitzgerald

“Eyes From Heaven” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

I lay staring up at the stars. Praying and hoping that someone would find me. Thinking of my family, my poor family, who thought I was at a sleepover. If I could go back and change all the choices I had made that led me to this point. The point of lying in a ditch at the side of a dead end road, unable to move. Scared of the inevitable. Knowing what was coming next. That I couldn’t stop it. I grew colder as the warm blood drained from my aching body on that late September night. I heard footsteps crunch back down the dirt road, the snapping ...

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“What A Tangled Web Weave” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

Submitted to Contest #50

“Lets just go!” Wes looks at me in that wild, fun, impulsive way he always gets when he’s ready for an adventure. “Our bags are already packed. They’re waiting in the car. I just need you to say yes.” “I don’t know…” I stammer. “I started school... we’ll miss a whole week…” “Look at me, Ryane.” Wes grabs my shoulders and turns me towards him. He looks me dead in the eyes. I feel myself going weak under his gaze. His amazingly hot body is so close to mine. “You gave up everything to move out here on a crazy whim. You left your home, your f...

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“Crashing Down” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

Submitted to Contest #49

I walk into the coffee shop, out of the cold fall rain that has been beating down since this afternoon. That warm familiar smell I love hits me as soon as I open the door. Immediately, comfort falls over my entire body, the small feeling of dread that has been sitting in the pit of my stomach relaxes a little and allows me to breathe. I don’t think I’ve taken a deep breath the whole walk here. I start to feel a little calmer even if it’s only for a second. I push my soaked dishwater blond hair away from my pale face and walk over to the coun...

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“ The Nefarious Neighbor” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

Submitted to Contest #48

The Brute and I have never gotten along. You could say we’ve been enemies for all of our lives. And to make matters worse he lives right across the street from me. His real name is Brutus, but he likes to go by The Brute on account of thinking of himself as a strong, fierce competitor. I like to think of him by another definition though: a big beast who lacks intelligence. Every day I get up to have my breakfast in the kitchen, then I make my way to the living room to sit in the warm yellow glow of the morning sun as it shines through the ba...

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“The Mystery Man” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

Submitted to Contest #47

Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. You walk quickly through the dark night streets. Your feet a mere whisper on the cobblestone. The early morning air is cold and a dense fog envelops the streets that are eerily empty at this hour. You jump at every noise knowing at any time he could appear. Shadows seem to be lurking at every corner, cast by the dull yellow glow of the street lamps. Your breath comes faster as you pick up the pace to the train station. Still several miles in the distance. You're not sure if your nerves can become an...

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“Ana Ugglor i Mossen” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

Submitted to Contest #46

“It seems there is a problem with your transcript and until we get it taken care of we won’t be able to let you graduate this semester. Bear with me for just a second...”I’m sitting in my advisor’s office waiting for her to tell me whether or not I will get to graduate. I squirm in my chair as she clacks on her keyboard, trying to find the root of the issue. I look around the room. Tons of books fill heavy wooden shelves around the room. The weight causing many of them to bend in the middle, about to give at any minute. Many are her own...

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“"A Blind Eye"” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

Submitted to Contest #45

 “I just don’t understand all of these protests and marches,” Kathleen told her friend Suzanne as they talked on the phone one Saturday morning. “I know a black guy was killed by white men, but how do people know that it was a race issue? I mean it could have just been a case of police brutality.”“Kathleen, it’s not just about this one instant,” Suzanne said calmly down the phone. “It’s about all the other incidents just within the past couple months. We won’t even go into the fact that this has gone on for decades, or centuries for tha...

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“A Beginning's End” by Gabriela Fitzgerald

Submitted to Contest #44

I once heard a quote by a Roman philosopher that has always stuck with me. “Every new beginning comes from another beginning's end.” I never knew what that meant until today. The last eight hours have been a crazy ride of emotions and the beginning of a new journey. A new me. I’ve never been good at goodbyes and here I am standing in a waiting area of the airport in Miami, Florida making my second of the day. Somehow this one, harder than the last. “I guess this is it,” I say, feeling myself get slightly choked up. What is wrong with you? Pu...

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