Susanne Whited
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Caroline
He sat there looking at the pond wishing he was not alone. His heart was heavy, and his thoughts were jumbled. He could have asked his daughter, June, to cone along, but she would want to talk, and he simply wished to be alone in his head since what he truly desired was not available. Caroline was dead and there was not any amount of talking or pretending to “properly” cope that would bring her back. Caroline was far from a perfect woman and was frequently self-absorbed, but he loved and missed her any way. He wanted Caroline sitting with him looking at the pond.
By Susanne Whited4 years ago in Fiction
The Forest Monitor
It is simply bitter cold. The temperature has been below 0 Degrees Fahrenheit five days in a row, and I am over it. “Where is global warming when you really want it?” I thought to myself as I huddled in my tiny dome room. Today is one of those days I truly regret my decision to become a forest monitor. Most of the time I love the solitude of being a forest monitor, however the winters are absolutely brutal here.
By Susanne Whited4 years ago in Fiction
Babies, Babies Everywhere
Everyone was going there. I do not understand why, it does not interest me even a tiny bit, however almost everyone in town decided they needed to be there. Some people said they heard it calling to them, telling them they needed to go. Some people just simply left their homes, their jobs, their families and went without telling anyone.
By Susanne Whited4 years ago in Fiction
The Family Reunion
They were so happy to be unloading at the hotel finally. The more than 13-hour drive from their small town near Indianapolis, Indiana to Lexington, Nebraska had tired out absolutely everyone. Jeff and Gina had taken turns driving so they would not need to stop for a hotel until they reached Lexington late Friday night and everyone in the car was exhausted. Jeff went to check in to the hotel while Gina started getting Isabel and George ready to unload the car.
By Susanne Whited4 years ago in Fiction
The Perfectly Horrible Day
It was a beautiful day for a walk. It was sunny, and the temperature was approximately 75 degrees. She left her house and started the two- and 1/2-mile trip into town. She could have driven her car or rode her bike into town, but she could not imagine not taking the time to truly enjoy such a perfect day.
By Susanne Whited4 years ago in Fiction
Shark Bite
I woke up in the hospital wondering how I got here. There was an oxygen mask on my face and several nurses in the room touching me. I tried to pull the mask off my face and a nurse grabbed my arm and told me to leave it alone. “If you do not quit fighting us, we are going to tie your arms to the bedrails.”
By Susanne Whited4 years ago in Fiction
Questions
I woke up and it was there. If it had eyes, it would be staring at me with the same unrelenting gaze I was giving it. “Where did it come from?” I wondered to myself. It was not there when I went to bed last night, I simply do not understand. I tried to ignore it and went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As I brushed my teeth, questions kept popping into my mind. Who put it on my table? What is in it? Was it left by mistake? What should I do with it? Who was in my room last night while I was sleeping?
By Susanne Whited4 years ago in Fiction
Family Traditions
When Stacy woke up, she laid in her bed for a moment and then suddenly sat upright. “Today, I get to learn to bake a cake with Momma.” Stacy almost yelled the words because she was so excited. The nine-year-old brushed her teeth and hair and was dressed very quickly. Five minutes after getting out of bed Stacy was bounding down the stairs to the kitchen to see if Momma was there yet.
By Susanne Whited5 years ago in Fiction
Afterlife
Jamie heard the gunfire getting louder from outside. “What are we going to do?” asked Stephanie. Jamie could hear the terror in Stephanie’s voice although she was trying hard to hide it. Jamie had been taking care of her little sister for the past three years and was deeply concerned this would be the end.
By Susanne Whited5 years ago in Fiction
