Ripped Apart (A Six Sentence Story)

Jess wasn’t sure if the tears stinging her eyes were more about hurt or anger, some of both she decided. Her journal was her treasure, the one place she felt she could truly be herself and didn’t have to hold anything back. If only she hadn’t forgotten to put it back in it’s hiding place, and now he’d found it and read the whole thing through.

He was probably right anyway, saying it was all just garbage and not worth anyone’s time to read. Hands shaking, Jess ripped each word-filled page from the notebook and tore it into halves and then quarters, and dumped them unceremoniously into the trash can.

Late that night, unable to sleep, Jess retrieved the torn pages, spread them across the table and slowly began piecing her life back together.

I’m rejoining Zoe at “Uncharted” for Six Sentence Stories.
The cue this week is “ripped“.

Come and read some great stories and share one of your own!

Author: Josie Two Shoes

I've been blogging off and on since August of 2006. I adopted the pen name Josie Two Shoes in 2007 as I began a new chapter of my life standing on my own two feet. Now I'm married to the man of my dreams; we live in dusty West Texas with a house full of furkids. I am an Aquarian by birth, and although I am past sixty and slightly frayed around the edges, my fascination with this thing called life continues. Faith, family, and friends are important to me; so are honesty, trust, tolerance, compassion and kindness. I'm pretty up front about most things, so if you want to know something more about me, just ask! :-) You can also reach me by email and find me at my Facebook page.

18 thoughts on “Ripped Apart (A Six Sentence Story)”

  1. Welcome back to Sixville!
    Excellent reentry, I must say. (How cool is that, with the stories we write that people after the passage of time recognize and remember characters… just adds to the fun, no?)

  2. So good to see you!
    A strong piece of writing. I can relate – having a journal, a place you can talk to/about yourself, the world, anyone, honestly and with candor is a thing most private. What an awful feeling to realize you left it out and even worse that someone read it and belittled you for it. I would be outraged!
    Excellent ending.

    1. I think anyone worth having in your life would have the decency to ask if it was ok to read something so private if they found it sitting out. I have had things that I wrote be misconstrued and cause me considerable anguish. I would never have a handwritten journal again, and I grow more careful about what I share in the blogsphere each year. If it’s out there someone will find it. I’m so glad you enjoyed my little story, it’s fun to be participating in SSS again.

  3. The very first diary/journal I had as a young girl didn’t get written in much, but a few years later while reading some of my entries, I feared someone might read what I wrote, so I destroyed the pages. I was just a kid, and now I wish I’d saved that diary in tack.

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