Bullying Stories

This is a compilation of 4 micro fictions... making it a short flash fiction. Hope you enjoy.  *** She walks slowly down the stairs from their little bathroom. Her stomach is sick, and she feels weak, but at least she'll be skinny- she'll look like all those beautiful girls in those magazines. She picks her backpack up, which feels like it weighs a ton, and walks out the door and to the bus stop. Right past her mother, ri...

too many the number of times she ignores it every day 800 the approx number of calories consumed per day 200 not quite the exact number of scars within the past few years 125 the number on the scale 65.5 my height in inches 50 the minimum number of mean jokes and insults I hear at school per day 35 minutes at lunch I spend in the bathroom stall 17 the number of times I think of ending it per day 10 minutes after school be...

Today's news ...... Hands in pockets Head down Moves through crowded halls  Hey did you hear what happened His dress of like those around him Blends in but is ignored  Yeah wonder why he did that  Side glances of nose up Turn their back Crude smart cracks  By the way who was he  Inside aches to belong Knowing he never will be a part of  You know what's his name  Lonely left out not of the grid A misfit non feeling nothing...

That summer, it was too hot. We didn’t have a thermometer, and even if we had, the little red lines and numbers wouldn’t have meant much to me. But I knew that it wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. By the time the church clock struck ten it was already too stifling to venture outside. The sun had swelled to an angry pulsing ball of fire which I had come to regard as evil, lancing my eyes with pain when it glanced off the shin...

This is a semi-fictional piece, the names of the characters have been changed. Special thanks to my ex-boyfriend ,PrinzLucky ,for support and editing.  Darlene dragged herself out of bed. It was only 6 a.m. in the morning, and the sky was still dark. Nevertheless, she had to be rudely awakened by her servant, Lin, to get up and get ready for that miserable thing called school. She grimaced at the thought of school. Today,...

I was really angry when my 9 year old son David came home with a swollen lip. It broke my heart to see his face disfigured with blues and browns and yellow bruising. I said what on earth happened to you? He said Brian did a karate kick on me. Well I could not believe it! That’s the problem with parents sending their children to martial arts classes. They become dangerous to everyone around them. I mean I can’t believe tha...

Knowing she would die that day put no comfort in her heart. In just a few hours she planned to take away the pain forever. Dusk was falling, weak rays of sunlight painted orange flames on her and the wall behind her. She turned towards the mirror that hung behind the door of her small closet. Chubby body and limp mousey brown hair were the least of her worries. At 12 years old she had barely began to develop into a woman....