Frame your story as an adult recalling the events of their childhood.

Posted in Adults on Oct 25, 2022

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“The Innocent Years” by Krystina Kellingley

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The Innocent Years. Annie Parish was a quiet child who stared at the world out of big, blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of glasses that barely clung to the end of her ski-slope, freckle-splattered nose. She wore her dark-blond hair in bunches, tied with regulation blue ribbon. Annie had a lisp. It was a Friday, a cool, sunny, spring day, a week before my ninth birthday. The birds were busy calling to each other and flying back and forth among the trees flanking the pathway as I...

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“Something Beautiful Remains” by Denise Ervin

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You never know just what someone means to you until they’re not around anymore. Usually, it’s too late to matter then and it makes you even sadder to think about it. Life’s funny like that sometimes. Your family and friends spend most of their lives and yours trying to teach you a lesson and when you finally, truly get it down, there’s no one around to know it. It seems like life’s best teacher dwells in the valley of death. &n...

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“Drowning” by Leah Li

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I used to love the ocean. I loved the way the waves washed over me, a gentle caress on my sun kissed skin. I loved its ever-changing nature, the way the sand stirred beneath my feet as if alive. Inhaling and exhaling with the tide. Most of all I loved how it carried me. The way it lifted the board beneath my feet, washing me to shore. My friends called me the ocean’s lap dog. I suppose it was true. Surfing, for me was like a never-ending game of fetch. The ocean drew me in, then sent me back again to shore. I was faithful, of course. At dawn...

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“Historical--Events” by Christine Hungerford

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I remember specific times when I was in elementary school. No, no, it’s not an overdramatic experience of a girlfriend-boyfriend breakup. Or some stupid prank gone wrong at a summer camp or Boy Scouts summer outing. I’m different. So different my uniqueness towards other people extends worlds beyond being the new kid at my new school. Every day, I’d walk those long colorless halls, ...

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“LIFE” by Dee Wes

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Two sisters sit in a light blue SUV surrounded by ashy tombstones."I do the best I know how," one of them says to the other. "It's not like I have had the best examples, you know."Her words respond to indirect accusing of her failure to carry out birth placement duties."Can't say what you had or didn't have," the taller sister responds. "You're my big sister. I'm your little sister. What you went through ain't none of my business. You're suppose to take care of me regardless."The shorter sister stare at rusty corners of a once white sign pos...

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“Mom Mom & Pop Pop's” by Jude S. Walko

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Timothy Chardfeld was in a bustling diner just west of La Brea, on the Sunset Strip. It was in the questionable seedy area, where one could get a late night burger, but might also end up with an 8-ball of meth, or a solicitation for unprotected sex. The amber sodium vapor lights of the Ralph’s were just enough to keep him from potentially getting mugged, but it was the shadowy strips of darkness, in between, that he would worry about later, when walking home, alone, on a full stomach.But for now, even at quarter ’til midnight, the diner was ...

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“HOME” by Esther West

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I let my bag drop down to the ground and tie Bobby's leash to the park bench; it's quiet, so I might have a couple of hours to myself. It seems OK here. All set, I'm lying on the grass in a happy daze. The sun is warm on my face, and I stare up at the clouds to make of them what I can; a cat, a tortoise. or is that more like a shark? I start to giggle; I remember this game. The drugs are starting to work again. I close my eyes and begin to transport myself back in time.Here I am once again, still lying on the grass, still in a happy daze, bu...

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“When dad killed my brother” by Harriet Nesoba

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The long arm of the law. That was my father and mum. Mother dear was the arm. Dad, of course was the law. Mum was the arm of the law. The arm that instilled discipline. She would not tell you something twice before that arm of hers extended towards you. Canes, slippers , the mwiko (cooking stick) and anything else you can think of, could be used as a weapon. My father was the law, the court of Appeal, the Supreme court on the land. His ruling was final. It was a given that you would abide by the ruling. He rarely beat us, nay, he beat us...

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“The Life and Death of Cordelia Abrams” by Tajia D

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When I was a young girl, my family and I moved out of the city, and into the sleepy town of Weston. My father had painted us a beautiful picture of what living in the countryside would be like. My sister and I were promised fields of flowers, and Sunday picnics and cold creeks to splash through. We moved into a large, beautiful house, surrounded by hills, fields, forests, creeks, and anything else two adventurous little girls could want. In the city, we had lived in a tiny apartment that always smelled musty. It wasn’t safe to go out at nigh...

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“Remnants of a Simple Life” by Jeremiah Benson

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John is currently reclining on a stiff modern couch. The apartment walls are bare and there's a sterile scentless scent. He recalls the home he grew up in, the distinct smell of life, and the wooden walls covered with memorabilia, amateur drawings, pictures of cats and dogs. Against the unpainted concrete wall there's a Rothko, depicting the essence of a sunset- stripped of its unnecessary details.John was only 16 years old when he decided to move into the city. He saw the life of his father, his grandfather and great grandfather. Generation...

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“The Pocket Watch” by Rachel <3

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Once upon a time- all my favorite stories begin that way- a child found a rather large watch in a rather unusual place. The child was me, and the watch was a special one... but let's not hear this story out in the cold. Come in, sit by the stove while I finish supper. This season never seems to end, now does it? The wind, the snow, the sky- all polar and frostbitten, makes the whole world gloomy, but not by my stove. Now listen close. I was walking down a path- barely a path, you know, only an impression in the leaf litter- through a fores...

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“More Than Just A Childhood Event” by Daniel Norton

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As much as I hated to part with it as it took me back to my childhood I knew it was time. Toby was turning eight tomorrow and his father and I were planning to grant him his birthday wish. He was our fourth generation of Cub fans. My dad was a die hard Cub fan who took me to my first game when I was six. We had seats directly behind the Cub dugout. I had found a ball before the game and after the game the entire team autographed it for me. I had decided it was time to pass it on to Toby. Game day and his birthday arrive...

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“Oupa's legacy” by Delene Oosthuizen

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My Oupa (grandfather) always used to quote one of his elderly neighbors to us: “You can’t shoot guineafowl, they’re God’s birds.” And Oupa never shot the guineafowl. They nested in the garden and grew fat on the seeds and scraps Ouma (grandmother) put out for them. This didn’t mean that Oupa never hunted. He spent much of his life in Malawi, in the years when hunting was a part of everyday life; for food, for safety and for the thrill. Oupa hunted for all these reasons but never extravagantly and never losing his deep love for nature. He wa...

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“She was Happy” by Ayumi Rie

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She was there at the corner of the room, looking at the open glass window. Happily smiling for no reason at all, maybe she's just happy looking at the scenery or perhaps she's reminiscing cause her mind seems to be not in reality. The dusty couch on her side and the wooden rocking chair where she is sat, the old furniture no one knows how many years has is been stayed at this shadowy and vast house. The dinner seemed to be served at the dining table she thought, because of the luscious scent mix with an inviting tasty smell. ...

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“BACK DOWN MEMORY LANE” by Robin Simon

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Wow I can not believe that time has slipped away from me. I will be 60 years old and if I could go back and change things in my life when I was growing up, things might have been different. I grew up in a time when we were coming out of recession and depression. We could not go into certain places because blacks were not allowed. Police was keeping a watch on everything that was going on. We heard and learned quite a bit in the home and in school. My parents did what they could do, we were poor and had to share beds with siblings. It wa...

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Frame your story as an adult recalling the events of their childhood.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 244 stories

“The Innocent Years” by Krystina Kellingley

“Something Beautiful Remains” by Denise Ervin

“Drowning” by Leah Li

“Historical--Events” by Christine Hungerford

“LIFE” by Dee Wes

“Mom Mom & Pop Pop's” by Jude S. Walko

“HOME” by Esther West

“When dad killed my brother” by Harriet Nesoba

“The Life and Death of Cordelia Abrams” by Tajia D

“Remnants of a Simple Life” by Jeremiah Benson

“The Pocket Watch” by Rachel <3

“More Than Just A Childhood Event” by Daniel Norton

“Oupa's legacy” by Delene Oosthuizen

“She was Happy” by Ayumi Rie

“BACK DOWN MEMORY LANE” by Robin Simon

🌟 Similar prompts

Start your story with a metaphor about human nature.

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Write about a mysterious figure in one’s neighborhood.

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