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

Posted in Adults on Oct 25, 2022

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“To Catch a Frog” by Morgan McIntosh

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My sister's green eyes stare back at me through a bronze frame. Her awkwardly long teenage bangs are split in the middle, tucked behind ears that bear a strong resemblance to mine. I’m sitting in the grass beside her, a popsicle in my mouth leaving my lips and hands stained orange. I’m gazing up at my big sister as the sun beams upon us. I remember the day vaguely. We had been catching frogs in the forest and making little houses for them out of twigs and moss. We named the woodland amphibians after flavours of ice cream. Neapolitan, Rocky...

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“The Passion of Jesus Malaika” by Kelechi Chukwueke

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Squint-eyed In 1994, I joined a football club, City Prince FC, in Maracana Field, Olodi Apapa. Coach Michael's eyes were always droopy, with lids flapping at half mast, giving them that half-a-look appearance; so he took half a look at me and decided to make me a left full back, even though I was right-footed; his squint must have reversed the images in his view. &...

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“House on Mulberry Street” by Lisa M

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The journey back seemed to last longer than I remembered. I hadn't been here in decades-- I hadn't watched the way the world changed from inside of this bubble. Instead I was a part of a different world-- a city that changed daily-- even hourly at times. I had become used to the pace of my city, but now coming back all I wanted was the simplicity of these moments. The predictability of it all. I turned the car onto the street I had known so well-- for so long, and began to get nervous. Would I remember it the way it had been? ...

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“Mama Knows Best” by Amanda Chan

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A breath. And the next. What do you do when your world begins to crumble around you? For her, she closes her eyes. She lets herself feel the gentle rise of her own chest, her lungs expanding, diaphragm contracting, with each intake of breath. She listens to the soft puffs of air that slip through each exhale, listens as her breath mingles with that of others, listens as its return brings along a certain bitterness that hadn't been there before. "Breathe in 21% oxygen, 79% nitrogen, 0.04% carbon dioxide." Her mind recites. "Breathe o...

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“The Night Is Dark And The Rain Is Soft” by Dechen Tamang

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It is an ordinary summer evening- or about as ordinary as any individual day can be, really- when the skies crack open. There is no warning to it, no light drizzle- the clouds break open and rain comes thundering down, racing down windows with vigour and beating against cracking cement road. It screeches against windows and doors; the cold seeps in through the crevices between floor and walls, the grooves between roof and tile, the spaces between here and there. There is a split second that lasts between one raindrop and another wh...

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“My Childhood” by Muffin Hill

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I would always love to talk about my childhood. Even though my most admired friend who is a soldier, he always tells me that I should always keep looking forward instead of backward, because according to his experience, people who are stuck in the past gets PTSD and some other mental health problems. His optimistic soldier mind tells him that, the only direction in life is forward. But I still want to talk a little bit about my childhood. I was born in a small village in China, which is a socialist country with a big land and many su...

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“Hallowe'en” by Lauren Seaton

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One of my happiest memories of growing up in Sydney was during Hallowe’en. I considered my cousin Georgie one of the luckiest persons I knew, his birthday was October 31 - Hallowe’en! He not only had a birthday party, but he was the only one I knew that had fireworks at his party. On the day of the party, we would all gather in my aunt’s living room which was separated from the dining room by an archway with bookshelves on either side. Because we weren’t allowed in the dining room until much later, we would try to peak in, b...

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“House of Doves” by Kaye Alexander

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HOUSE OF DOVES Annie loved the house; I once asked her why she stayed when my grandmother was so rude, calling her names and ordering her about the way she did. Annie just laughed "why should I let her or anyone else drive me away. I was born in that bedroom" we were outside at the time and she pointed to a window high above our heads. "And I shall die there—God willing." All nonsense of course, she'd been born in the local village and moved in when someone was needed to cook and clean for my grandmother. She was right about the house thou...

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“My Cage” by Elia Christensen

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I spent most of my life pretending. I was afraid of what everyone would throw at me.I remember curling on my bed, crying until my throat was torn raw. An orb of darkness surrounded me -- a darkness created by anxiety and terror, choking me until I felt that the world around me would disappear forever, drowned behind the walls surrounding me. I thought that wherever I went, I would stay hidden behind the darkness, slowly drowning in my fears and pains. I remember pounding against the blackness, desperate to be free; desperate to feel the bree...

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“Tangled up in red” by Reet Miglani

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Emma ran around in the field of dandelions, her blue frock flowing along with the wind, and her light brown hair that were tied up with a scrunchie that was threatening to fall off, were swinging too and fro, and the little strands of hair that managed to evade their prison that is a ponytail, were falling into her grey eyes, resembling that of a salmon belly. Her laugh, as melodious as honey, that could make the nightingale sound off key, gently waltzed across the field as it reached my ears, making me smile. I was only 14, Emma being a yea...

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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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“Disappearing Act” by Rinnie Leigh

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The footage is grainy and overexposed in that way only old camcorder videos can be, hazy like a memory. It has been filmed with an unsteady hand and a penchant for zooming in and out, constantly shifting and refocusing, young faces and carefree smiles growing larger and smaller as the cameraman fixates on each pair of sunburnt cheeks in turn.I’ve never particularly cared for being on camera, and on the screen I see my smile dim as I realise the camcorder is pointed my way, brow creasing and blue, popsicle-stained lips puckering. After a few ...

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“The God's Sign” by Arsh Saini

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Childhoods, the period where you learn about the environment, feel emotions and still have very little idea about the world. I wouldn't exactly say childhood was “fun” fun more like the kind of relaxation you get from passing out on the couch after a long day at work, because let's be truthful you are the dumb 1 foot child who constantly get attached by the elder siblings and touches the hot iron even after your mum told you for the millionth time it hurts. Most of the memories of our childhood shows that we thought/acted very dramatically i...

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“SHINY OBJECTS” by Joy Strouse

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When I was nine, I learned, finally! to ride a two-wheeler. I was the last one on the block to master this feat. Nobody’d heard of Sensory Processing Disorder. How was I supposed to know I couldn’t relate to the earth’s gravitational pull like other kids? Everyone, including me, just thought I was clumsy. Plus, I was learning on my brother’s old bike. It was army green with a dented fender and a dumb white seat. Well, it started out white. By the time I got the dam thing, the seat was kind of brownish-gray like somebody (My brother, Joe) had...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 244 stories

“To Catch a Frog” by Morgan McIntosh

“The Passion of Jesus Malaika” by Kelechi Chukwueke

“House on Mulberry Street” by Lisa M

“Mama Knows Best” by Amanda Chan

“The Night Is Dark And The Rain Is Soft” by Dechen Tamang

“My Childhood” by Muffin Hill

“Hallowe'en” by Lauren Seaton

“House of Doves” by Kaye Alexander

“My Cage” by Elia Christensen

“Tangled up in red” by Reet Miglani

“Drowning” by Leah Li

“Disappearing Act” by Rinnie Leigh

“The God's Sign” by Arsh Saini

“SHINY OBJECTS” by Joy Strouse

“Historical--Events” by Christine Hungerford

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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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