Megan Stewart
Stories (14/0)
Starting Over
It’s days like today that make me thankful that I made the decision to get out. There’s only so many lies and broken promises that I can put up with. Just like every budding relationship, you’re blinded to who the person may be behind closed doors. It’s that honeymoon stage that gets you. your mind is clouded, your stomach filled wight he proverbial butterflies.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Run
Rain beats down on her. The night’s chill barely fazes her as she pounds through the courtyard. She looks over her shoulder, and though she doesn’t see anyone following her, she senses someone just out of sight. She controls her breathing, feeling her heart pumping in time with her feet.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Somewhere Only We Know
I had been here before, a long time ago. Back then I was just a stupid kid, not really understanding the magnitude of where I was or the opportunity presented before me. Not many people have the chance to travel to another country, to take in a new culture. Fewer people still would abuse that gift and taint it. And that’s just what I did.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Warm My Aching Bones
She flips another page of a worn paperback, so engrossed in the words written on yellowed pages that she’s lost to the world around her. The corner of her mouth curls up every so often, and laughter shines in her eyes. A stray hair falls gently in front of her face, but she doesn’t notice as her brows draw together in what can only be surprise.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
A Conversation
Sitting here in the neighborhood coffee shop, I see all these people being “social.” But there’s never any interaction. We’re attached to our phones and tablets, talking and texting, but never having a traditional conversation. It’s all about the latest email or text from that one friend or coworker or whatever.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Stupid Girl
He passed the small blue pipe to her, and she took it, making sure to brush her fingers against his in a lingering touch. She wanted his eyes on her, focused on the way her lips closed lightly around the base, how the fire from the lighter danced in her eyes, adding even more heat as she stared deep into his own.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
What I've Become
Fear is defined as an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that something or someone is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Courage is acting not in the absence of fear, but in spite of it. So why is it that I can feel so courageous in the face of almost anything, but when it comes to how I’m feeling and thinking, I run away with my tail between my legs?
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
One More Chance
And there goes another one. Down that long aisle. This time, it’s as red as her painted lips. I watch her from my place, next to her soon-to-be husband. She’s beautiful in her off-the-shoulder gown, her veil covering just her eyes. But that blue doesn’t stay hidden. It never did.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
Light at the End of the Road
Trees blur into the dark background encroaching on the edge of the road. The sun sets below the horizon, bathing the sky in a fiery haze. Dark blue sky peaks through a break in the clouds. He looks up and sees the beginning twinkle of stars. He steps on the gas. The white car is a blur on the empty highway, a mirage to any onlooker.
By Megan Stewart3 years ago in Fiction