• Tracy Whitt commented on the post, tales 6 years, 7 months ago

    The Scotts jeered at the new bloke from over the hill. His tales were reminiscent of those told repeatedly throughout the highlands, but he was impervious.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, stalled 6 years, 7 months ago

    Her glasses rested on the edge of her nose, she focused on the screen in front of her. The lane of traffick that passed by the piazza drummed in her ears. Then a car stalled a few feet from her table.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, husband 6 years, 8 months ago

    I can’t imagine life without him. My husband. Were it not for the fatal crash that killed my mother I would not have met him. He walked out of the other car, virtually unscathed. The car that had run the red light, slamming into my mom’s little Taurus.

  • He was denied entrance into the exclusive club because of his shoes. He knew it, those damn shoes Ricki had given him were the cause. He whipped his phone out of his back pocket and spoke the name, “Ricki.” The […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, cap 7 years, 4 months ago

    The cap was too tight, I struggled to twist it of to no avail. The man sitting alone in the seat next to mine watched, a grin on his stubbly face. Would he offer his assistance or just stare at me while I showed a […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, leading 7 years, 4 months ago

    The moments leading up to today didn’t make sense. I was a random atom in this world of circling meaningless. I was the only living thing it seemed to me. Problem was everyone else thought they were alive and I was dead.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, sliver 7 years, 5 months ago

    Just a sliver of time was all it took. It sent me back, reeling into the great unknown beginnings of my life. Somewhere I didn’t want to go, but fate was going to shift my life in a backwards focus no matter what […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, slight 7 years, 5 months ago

    Darla looked down at the flowing red dress that swayed around her. The hem had a slight tear along the rhine stones. Her mother would fix it later.
    “Daring, how did you Ike the ball?” Esther said as she grabbed […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, nourish 7 years, 6 months ago

    “It will nourish my soul.” Madeline said, as she flipped her long dark hair to the side.
    “Why do you have to use such verbose language?” For the life of me I could not understand this child.
    “Why do you?” […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, bitten 7 years, 6 months ago

    My leg swelled, and my breathing became labored. I reached out a hand, grabbing Jeremy’s pant leg.
    “Bitten.” The only word I could muster, trying to show the urgency of my circumstances.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, ruby 7 years, 6 months ago

    My mother-in-laws favorite stone, the ruby. Taste, she does not have. Their bright red stones encircle her right hand ring finger, while a purple bracelet colorfully dangles from her wrist, clinging as she does […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, catcher 7 years, 6 months ago

    “What did he say to you?” Her eyes implored him, not wavering.
    “He was a catcher for the Sacramento Dolphins.” He said flatly, not looking up from his paper.
    “How did he die?”
    “They are saying it’s murder.”

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, drifting 7 years, 6 months ago

    The dead log moved up and down, drifting on the rolling water. It reminded me of myself. Lifeless. Tired. Spent. But unlike the log, I would get up and live again. All I needed was a drink. Something strong.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, fixed 7 years, 6 months ago

    My eyes were fixed on the memorial. How many had died that day? I don’t remember the number, but I know loved ones haven’t forgot. The one or few who mattered to them will never be forgotten. I looked up at the […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, ratings 7 years, 6 months ago

    Only the ratings matter. Not the people, not the opinions of the masses. Only ratings. I shoved my pen in my purse, and stood abruptly from the chair. Across from me, Marie sat waiting, she would see what I would do.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, pattern 7 years, 7 months ago

    The intricate pattern etched itself among the flowing lines on the quilt.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, duration 7 years, 7 months ago

    I can’t imagine what she is up to. All I saw was the tear in her eye, and the scrunched face of someone who was overjoyed. He had walked in, unexpected, and high on his horse when I overheard the two of them. “You […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, petition 7 years, 7 months ago

    The knock sounded at my door, loud and persistent. The young man thrust a clip board in my face and rattled off some statistics of why I should sign the petition. They needed 5,000 names, and mine would be number […]

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, belief 7 years, 7 months ago

    Mocking my beliefs. Someone can have an in vogue belief in say, Buddha, Allah, or maybe even Catholicism, but I am unable to have a belief in Jesus Christ because those who have gone before me have shoved his name in the mud.

  • Tracy Whitt commented on the post, recycle 7 years, 7 months ago

    Reduce, recycle, reuse. How many times can it be repeated? I look at my manager sitting in the row in front of me. He’s typing away on his phone which sits on his lap under the desk. Texting his newest fling? […]