Timberly Price
Stories (17/0)
The Trunk
The eyesore loomed before me, motionless and perched in front of my husband’s office desk. Whenever he left the door to his home office ajar, it would mock me with its garish colors that clashed with our home’s aesthetic. However, I refrained from asking him to part with it, aware of how much he cherished the object. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what lay inside. Over our thirteen years together, he never once revealed the contents of the trunk. He always claimed it held mere memorabilia from his youth and early twenties. My curiosity gnawed at me, longing to uncover its secrets. Yet, I dared not peek, as doing so would betray my husband’s trust and invade his privacy.
By Timberly Price12 days ago in Fiction
Music to My Ears
During my childhood, I was fortunate to be exposed to a wide range of music genres thanks to my family and friends. As a young kid, I found myself drawn to pop music, boy bands, and anything that made it onto the Top 100 charts. However, as my teenage years approached, I began developing a deep appreciation for hard rock, a passion that has stayed with me through the years. Creating a playlist of songs that have profoundly influenced my life is no easy task, but I believe I can narrow it down to seven songs, including the album that played a significant role in inspiring me to finish my first novel. So, without any particular order, let's dive into my top picks.
By Timberly Price14 days ago in Beat
Eternally Yours
Philip knelt, clutching the blue velvet box in his left hand. The silver ring, adorned with a sparkling five-carat diamond, gleamed in the afternoon sun. Swallowing hard, he fought back tears, his voice choked with emotion. “Raya, my love, you’ve been my everything for seven years. I wish I’d mustered the courage sooner, but fear held me back. Now, it’s too late.”
By Timberly Price20 days ago in Fiction
Departure to Destiny
As the plane ascended, Natalie’s stomach churned with a familiar sense of dread. She despised every moment of being in the air. Natalie’s leg continued to bounce as the plane leveled, gliding through the overcast sky. She unclenched her fists, releasing the death grip she had on the armrest to her left and the phone in her right. She couldn’t wait for this seven-hour flight to be over and to be safely on solid ground. Before switching her phone to airplane mode, she checked again for any response from her sister. Still none. She sighed, turned off her phone, and leaned back in her seat. She wondered if Meghan was still angry with her for changing their flight plans. It wasn’t her fault that her boss threw her a last-minute project just before their planned vacation for a four-day cruise.
By Timberly Price2 months ago in Fiction
Beyond the Threshold
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. My trembling hand reached out to touch the smudged glass, tracing the outline of the greyish figure with white, luminescent eyes staring back at me. As I peered at it in confusion, the creature mimicked my movements, further intensifying my unease.
By Timberly Price2 months ago in Fiction
Oh Deer, I Can Talk
I grazed on lush green grass outside the forest's edge. As the smallest one in the herd, I often got left behind, struggling to keep up with their long strides. Even though I tried to shake off these feelings, I still felt like an outsider among them. As I wandered away from the safety of the herd, I couldn't escape the nagging thought that I was too small and insignificant to truly be a part of the group.
By Timberly Price3 months ago in Fiction
Navigating Fate's Waters
Harold chuckled as he watched his friend Jose effortlessly juggle three billiard balls on top of the pool table. He took another sip of whiskey, already feeling the effects of the five shots he’d had earlier. Despite that, he didn’t want to stop now, they were on vacation, and he wanted to live it up. He signaled the bartender, who approached with a smirk on her face. He ordered a draft beer instead, deciding to pace himself for the rest of the night. The bartender swiped his room key before filling a cold mug with beer from the tap.
By Timberly Price4 months ago in Fiction
Arcade Hack and Slash
I sat at my computer desk, typing away on my laptop. I leaned back in my cheap plastic chair as I looked over the lone paragraph on my screen. My research paper was due in two days, but I had no energy to finish it. It didn’t help that spring break was right around the corner and I was looking forward to having that week off. Not that I could do much, I had no money to return home for that short period or go to the latest spring break hotspots, but at least I get a few days to catch up on rest.
By Timberly Price4 months ago in Fiction
