Bridget Grubbs
Bio
An artist with writer's inspiration and a reader's mind. Taken some creative writing courses and looking to improve my craft with short stories. I love history, fantasy, romance, thrillers, comedy, and spreading a good smile with words.
Stories (10/0)
Ex-Best Friend
Blinking to focus, I wake up in the transition room. Thankful it’s dimly lit this time for a gentler adjustment. The quiet hits me first. All I can hear is the sound of my own breathing, a steady in and out rhythm. The adrenaline I felt before is gone now. I flex my muscles in small groups from head to toe making a mental note that all feels utterly normal. It seems the transition was a success. Sliding my legs off the cot-like bed and rising into a sitting position, my feet rest upon the carpet floor. The transition door across the room stares me down, patiently waiting for me to walk through it. This will be the first time I walk through that metal door with a foe on the other side and not a friend. I will have to tread carefully.
By Bridget Grubbsabout a month ago in Fiction
Desperation
Folding up my cardboard sign, I carefully slide it into my worn backpack between the blanket and empty water bottles. Seeing the rain clouds making their way towards the city, I tighten my grip on Pip’s leash to jog back to our usual alleyway dumpster. Once there, I flip the lids back and duck underneath our makeshift shelter. Hope fills me as I place the empty water bottles out to collect the rain. With nothing left to do but relax, Pip curls up in my lap knowing it’s time to sleep. I watch his protruding ribs rise and fall and know I need to get us some food soon.
By Bridget Grubbs2 months ago in Fiction
The Chase
Everything was blanketed in pristine snow. Flower beds and bushes were lost under the weight. Drifts of it covered the backyard with smooth designs. As if the wind were using snow as her art medium. The trees seemed to be the only thing able to stand against it.
By Bridget Grubbs3 months ago in Fiction
Halo
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap… The weight of the pen flopped back and forth between my pointer and middle finger. At this point, I wasn’t aware it was making any noise on the counter at all. Engrossed in my own thoughts, I stared at the piece of paper in front of me. I had to narrow this list down. Some lines were crossed out and not as important anymore. Others were circled and needed to be dealt with. All in due time.
By Bridget Grubbs3 months ago in Fiction
The Five Lives of Calliope
Have you danced with a doctor when a baby was born? Have you been betrayed by a housewife and her gossiping best friend in the middle of a restaurant? Did you ever find unlikely purpose from a lowly waiter who turned into a friend? Has a struggling teenage girl ever broken your heart? Did you think you’d ever find yourself safely within the arms of a retiring janitor? I have and I’d like to tell you my story…
By Bridget Grubbs3 months ago in Fiction
A Love Letter to Vocal
Dear Vocal, I’m going to be honest. I gave up on you for a hot minute there. And in all reality the problem was me, not you. But let’s take it back to the beginning... When I first discovered you, I fell in LOVE. Deep, unconditional love. Every feature about you was astounding to me and worth every penny of the price to be part of your world. See, I’ve always aspired that one day I would become an author. I did not know if I was capable or had it in me to make it that far. It was just a dream for a long time. Until I met you.
By Bridget Grubbs4 months ago in Humans
After Hours
Liv watched from the hallway as families filed out of the aquarium for closing time. She smiled and unclipped the keys from her belt loop to unlock the hall closet. It was time to knock out this last part of work so she could finally head home. She shimmied the cleaning cart out and checked that all supplies were stocked up for her sweep through the front of the aquarium. Liv pushed the cart ahead of her and passed the lobby desk where tonight’s security guard was already getting comfortable in one of the chairs.
By Bridget Grubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
Evolutionary
Allowing one eye to peek open from my slumber, I glanced at my surroundings. The rare, land clouds were slowly dancing between the trees. I stood and shook the morning water off my scales, unfurled my wings, and stretched out my limber body. The space was just large enough for the tips of my wings to touch a few low branches on either side of the clearing. It would be only one more cold season before I am too large and in need of another place to call safe. I listened for a moment. The woods felt different today. Something was amiss among the trees. There was no sound of small rabbits underfoot, no sound of sharp-headed deer fighting for the rights to pass on their bloodline, not even birds fluttering above. The only sound was of the flowing water that ran right through the middle of this particular wood. I shifted onto my back legs and raised my snout just for a moment to smell the air. Decaying leaves, leftover scents from passing creatures, and something else… I know that odor. What is that brave smell doing this deep in the forest?
By Bridget Grubbs2 years ago in Fiction
