Frame your story as an adult recalling the events of their childhood.
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“A Childhood Beyond the Classics” by Therese Bambe
A birthday party or a trip to the beach?A camp in the great outdoors?The best cartoon ever watched?A pet or an expensive toy?I have got none of the classic childhood memories.We are teleporting to the year 2007, somewhere in Africa. Can you see these beautiful houses with huge ...
“The Great Bra Incident of 1988” by Theresa Fox Turner
The Great Bra Incident of 1988My face still flushes with heat, and bubbles of "not good enough" pop in my belly when I think back to the time my eagerness to grow up was so much larger than my boobs. In 1988, bullies came at you head-on rather than hiding behind a computer screen. I'm sure other incidents molded me into a teen. Still, after the Great Bra Incident, I was always careful to never be the "first" to do something. The only laughter I encouraged happened when I set the rules and made fun of myself. That was eas...
“Fight Them” by Keya Jadav
As I slowly twisted the key clockwise, it made a funny sound, similar to a fingernail dragging on the countertop, all the seven pins had been raised to the sheer line of the lock’s core. I pulled the thin hair strands behind my left ear, and carefully pulled the key out of the lock, placing it back in my purse. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to cut loose the glitters of black spots as the winged sun radiated its powerful sunshine. The wilted branches and fallen yellow cringed leaves compelled me to accept the c...
“When the Bough Breaks ” by N K
CW: domestic abuse, mention of self-harm I was five the first time I saw it happen. My eyes confirmed what my ears begged to deny and from then on, the assurance he was just yelling at the game was a lie I had to work harder on delivering to my brother. He was only three at the time and the few words that penetrated the barrage of thick walls and closed doors between us and our parents didn’t make their w...
“'A journey to cherish'” by Asha Pillay
Growing up in a middle class family my life was full of ups and downs, but more ups than downs. Though we were financially comfortable anything else apart from basic requirements was considered as luxury.I remember except for people living on streets ,all the people I knew were middle class people. Maybe those days people were not so class conscious as they are today. All were very friendly and supportive of each othe...
“Pretty Pair Ava and Mia” by Jenitta Daniel
I can hear the chirping of birds whispering in my ears, the Sun denies his awakening, covers with those grey fluffy clouds, the cool wind makes those tiny steps and get into my wraps that cools my breath, chills my cheeks, makes my eyes to close tight, strengthens me to stay in my ' own dreamy land'.A little dragonfly enters the window, her spongy wings sways as swings, busses my cheeks that made my eyes opened. Instantly, my bossy brain pinches me to let me visit those unforgettable, lovely days of the two cutie pi...
“Full Circle” by Nancy Lou Henderson
Grace walked into her bedroom, then sat down on the stool in front of her antique dressing table. She loved the dressing table with an attached mirror which had been her Grandma’s. It was her favorite place to brush her hair. As Grace looked at her image in the mirror, she remembered her Grandmother’s reflection in that same mirror. She had often sat in her Grandmother’s lap while her Grandma had brushed her hair. Memori...
“Worlds apart” by Fiery Red
I dash across the street, half panting and hand raised — a gesture for the bus-man to stop. The bus makes a great screech and comes to a halt a little beyond the depot, the passengers lurching forward muttering under their breath. I push through the door and sandwich myself between the angry horde. The bus is packed till the hilt; the passengers stand like figurines none changing their posture. The only disturbance comes when the bus stops for the passengers to get down. My stop comes after about an hour and a hal...
“Randy Owen Waller” by Ana Pudleiner
CW: murder, gore, death of a child “I don‘t know why it happened, what led up to it. The ’why’ of it, I still don’t get. I get the ‘how’, the ‘who, ‘when’, and the ‘where’. But ‘why’? I don’t know and I don’t think I’ll ever know. That may be a question that’ll be forever left unanswered.” The man sat behind the screen with his hands in his lap, pressing his thumb rough against the inside of his ...
“Sugarcane” by Kutee Tilbe
Wonji is my birthplace where I didn't celebrate my first birthday but had my first period on a visit when I was thirteen. Tadele's graduation parties at two locations, two happenings and two songs altered the course of my life. Tadele graduated from Teachers Training College thirty five years ago. His sister Tesfina, a family friend, hosted the first party. Their parents invited lots of people at their residence in Wonji town. The moment I laid eyes on Tadele's friend, Fantahun, I had an unabashed crush! That was some overnight party in t...
“Help Wanted” by John K Adams
Richard pressed the intercom button. “Nick, let me have all the resumes we have for that sales position.” His office manager poked his head through the door. “I gave it to you, boss. On your desk… The folder…” He glanced at the single sheet of paper it contained. “This? There’s only one.” “Yeah. That’s it.” Richard recognized the name at the top of the resume, Benjie Bantam. He couldn’t believ...
“Mother Knows Best, Doesn't She?” by Amuelle Aguilar
There are two types of mothers in the world: those who love their children and those who neglect them. I do not know which category to put mine. “Talk to me, Silas.” My mother said in her soft silky voice, looking at me like she will give me the world if I ask her to. I scoff. As if. I don’t speak to her. It hurts me even to give her a glimpse. I remain silent and let the noise from the te...
“The School Sports Day, a memoire........” by Julian Race
A sad but true account written in memory of lost friends............. The date is imprinted on my mind, 14th July 1972. It was a Friday, it was a warm sunny day, but the worst thing about such a fine sunny day was that it was going to be ruined. Why, because it was the school sports day. I hated school sports day because I am not the type of person who likes to be at the forefront...
“Christmas of 1910” by Cindy Calder
“Yes, Lizzie? What was that, dear?” Lizzie’s ninety-two old grandmother, Sarah Lois, looked up at her granddaughter and asked as she sat rocking before the warmth of the fire. Her gnarled, arthritic hands were busily at work on an afghan that was to be a wedding present for Lizzie’s older sister, Suzanne, who was to be married in the spring. “Please, Grandmomma, tell us the story. You know how much we love to hear it!” Lizzie begged, her blue eyes full of anticipation. Her grandmot...
“I Knew You Were Coming” by Phil Manders
There you are. I've been expecting you, so don't be offended if I seem a little underwhelmed by the fact you've actually, finally turned up. To be honest, would you expect anything less from me after you killed my Father. Was it the fact that he ignored you all those years? Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe that was his mistake. We’ll never know. Since Father died I’ve been waiting. Not in an obses...
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