RehnWriter

Do you remember how you saw the world as a child? Wasn't it a magical place with mysteries and secrets hidden everywhere? What about imaginary friends? I think we all had them at one point. They might have been the siblings we never had, magical creatures, or characters on TV ...

"So, what's your deal?" Such simple words, yet they changed the summer break of 1992 forever. They say you always remember your first love. I'm not sure how true it is for others, but I do. For all the wrong reasons. I was a lonely kid. After my parents' death, ...

"You fucking creep!" she screamed. I just sat there, staring at the glass of water in front of me. I was used to this type of thing by now. Things always ended up like this anyway. "Ugh, you know how freaking long it will take me to get back home?" ...

Old lady in her early sixties searching for her missing son. That's what the subject of the email said that arrived in my inbox a couple weeks ago. It was a job offer sent by the nurse of the said old lady. Her contact data was included. I'd been working ...

They were stern and strict old people. I believe love was a word that didn't exist in their vocabulary. It was always do this, behave, do that, don't swear and so on. I dared to not obey their rules? Better be prepared to be screamed at and punished. It wasn't ...

Grandma died a week ago. I was devastated. I knew about the cancer, and I knew there was no hope at her age. Still, I refused to believe it. She was the nicest person I’d ever known, and after mom had died, she’d taken care of me. It was only ...

It's said that once we're adults, we don't remember much of our life before the age of ten. The scientific term for this is childhood amnesia. Some people talk about not remembering certain events in their childhood. They might look at old photo albums of their early years, and get ...

“Creepy man! Creepy man! Old Rain Man! Old Rain Man!” my childish voice echoed through the humid air. The target of my anxious shouts was Old Rain Man. He was a sort of village curiosity, the local boogeyman. The origin of his name was as simple as it gets: the ...

Two days ago my grandpa died and for the first time in over a decade I entered his study. It was old age the doctors said. He was seventy-two years old when his heart simply stopped working. Grandpa was a really nice man. As long as I can think back ...

There are sometimes tales that you can’t believe really happened. It was on a mild Saturday afternoon that I heard one such tale. My dad had tasked me to mow the lawn and to clean up the old shack next to our house. It had taken me most of the ...