Short Stories

I go to a person every Tuesday night, and she sets me lots of story lines, and I have to create a story to go with the line she gives me. They can be however long I like, sometimes, she gives me objects to describe, and maybe create a story with them in, or I get homework - but it's homework I enjoy.
And in this Movella are the short stories I create.

Comment your favourite - if you want, I'll try and make an actual story from it :)xoxo


2. In loving memory of a dear husband


In loving memory of a dear husband

Jack Gardiner

Died: 29th Mary 2007

Aged 67 years.


   “Keep your eyes on the road!” I lectured Jack.

   “I am! Calm down Betty!”

   That’s when it hit.

   A big oak tree was the last thing I saw before I was knocked unconscious. I felt like we were falling, falling into the unknown.


   “Oh, Jack, I wish you were still here. I miss you.”

   Jack had died in the car accident 2 months ago, I’d survived because, apparently, Jack had ‘cushioned my fall’ when we fell down the hill

   I felt some kind of presence near-by, so I stood and looked across the vastness of the graveyard.

   Nothing but gravestones, and I wouldn’t like to think what was beneath them.

   Something touched my shoulder and whispered into my ear,

   “I am still here. Wherever you are, just remember I won’t be more than 2 seconds away.”


   Then the leaves on the ground whistled along the mossy mud, as if the wind was blowing amongst them.

   I looked at Jack’s grave one last time, then back to the leaves.

   Something was shining right in the centre of them.

   I leant down and picked it up. A tear fell from my eye as I realised what it was; it was the ring Jack had when we got married. The only memory I had left from the best day of our lives – all of the pictures had decayed away.

   “I love you, Jack.” I whispered.

   I could faintly hear a reply from the trees which were gently swaying,

   “I love you, too.”

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