Behind The Scenes of My Short Stories

Behind The Scenes of My Short Stories

Hi there! I hope you’re having a beautiful day. ❤ Since I first started my blog two winters ago, I have been periodically sharing short stories – you may have seen a few of them! Browsing free stock photo websites to find images for my posts has not only made my blog visually-pleasing, but it has also inspired the writer in me, as well ❤

I decided to share a post about the process of writing these stories because I’ve yet to talk about the process – I’ve just shared the finished products! All six posts contain the short stories and nothing more, so I haven’t discussed the making of them at all. That’s what I’m doing today!

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‘I Love You’ – A Short Story

‘I Love You’ – A Short Story

This is part three of ‘Doors Away.’ Enjoy!


Kneeling beside the edge of the pool, she smiled at her reflection in the murky waters. Her rain boots were strapped securely around her feet, and she knew that her companion was just behind her on the trail. Even though he had warned her to stay away from the cold water, especially on these smooth stones, she couldn’t resist admiring the way it all cascaded downhill.

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‘First’ – A Short Story

‘First’ – A Short Story

This is part two of ‘Doors Away.’ ❤ Enjoy!


“I didn’t know this place existed!” She stepped up onto the concrete, angling herself as close as she could to the sparkling water.

“That’s understandable,” he said, and she noticed when he grinned slightly. “You just moved here.”

She turned toward him again and graced him with a upbeat smirk. “Eh bien,” she said softly, using her favorite French phrase. “That’s probably obvious, isn’t it?”

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‘Doors Away’ – A Short Story

‘Doors Away’ – A Short Story

The hedge that separated them had always made her curious.

Grinning in a silly manner, she once again stood idly upon her doormat and glanced, as best she could, over the barrier. The most frustrating thing was that the leaves were angled down toward her, creating a wall for her neighbor to easily hide behind. Being the short woman that she was, his advantage over her in height made it easy for him to see her.

Since the day she moved in, she’d been wanting to catch another peek at the mysterious man she’d only seen twice. She loved intrigue, and he was certainly intriguing.

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‘Jump’ – A Short Story

“Go on,” he said softly, his deep voice resonating in my ears; “jump.”

I grinned brightly, and without turning to look at him, I shook my head. My hair, which was coiled into a ponytail at the time, swished across my shoulders. As it did, I sensed that it hit something. Before I could swivel around, his lips were on my neck, his breath warming my cheek as it exited his nostrils. A squeal escaped my lips, and I curled my arm backward around his neck, giving him a funny side hug as I drew him closer.

“The water can’t be that cold,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

“If you think so,” I proposed, “go ahead and see for yourself.” I took a step forward on the dock, bringing him with me. The wooden platform groaned beneath our weight.

“Quit foolin’ around.” He came up around my side and gave me a side hug with both arms; I could feel his heart beating against my triceps. “Hop in.”

Shifting my right foot to one side, evening out my weight, I studied the water for a moment. The dock protestingly creaked again, and I stiffened when he said, “Or I’ll make ya.”

I turned my head toward him, smiling again when my auburn ponytail softly whipped his face. “You wouldn’t do that to me fully dressed, would you?” I said imploringly.

Holding my gaze, he lowered his right arm and let it slide down my spine until he reached the back pockets of my jean shorts. I raised my eyebrows ever so slightly, at the same moment he smiled coyly and slid my phone out of one of the pockets. “Now you’re ready,” he said matter-of-factly.

In a couple of quick movements, I unstrapped the gold wristwatch from my wrist, placing it where he’d dropped my phone on the grass, a safe distance from the water. “No, now I’m ready.”

At both of us moving our weight around, the wooden planks let out another loud complaint. I hardly noticed as I moved out of his reach by prancing down the dock.

“I’ll only hop in if you make me,” I declared with another smile.

Unfortunately, the dock had other plans. With one final creak, it broke loose from whatever was keeping it tied to land and sunk down, plunging me into the water with it. Before I could rise to the surface, he was in there right beside me.

We spent the rest of the afternoon laughing as we composed short conversations back and forth, splashing the other with the water from our very own lake in between smiles. My phone rang and buzzed several times, but not once did I respond to it. As the sun set in the sky behind the tall trees, we crawled out onto the bank, wringing out our clothes and continuing to talk, a very sweet way to end my favorite night of the summer.