Storiesleftuntold - storiesleftuntold

PART 1 The hall clock read ten minutes past six on the evening of January tenth. I had...

PART 1 When you spend thirty-four years teaching high school English, you learn to read what people do...

PART 1 I am fifty-two years old, and for twenty-six of those years, my older brother and sister...

PART 1 The intake counter at the county animal shelter smelled like industrial bleach and wet cement. Rusty...

PART 1 At thirty-nine, I had given up on ever wearing a white wedding dress. After two failed...

PART 1 The church was freezing the afternoon they buried my dad. He was only forty-five, a man...

PART 1 My dad collapsed on the concrete floor of his auto repair shop on a rainy Tuesday...

PART 1 At thirty-nine, after two serious relationships that ended in heartbreak and a string of dates that...

PART 1 The automated email from Lincoln Middle School hit my inbox at 4:12 on a Thursday afternoon....

PART 1 I bought the house on Elm Creek Road in early September. It was an older two-story...