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

Posted in Adults on Oct 25, 2022

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“WHOLESOME CHILDHOOD MEMORIES” by Felicia Masobe

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As distant as i can strikingly keep in mind, as a young girl, i was jubilant and innocent. I was raised by my struggling mother, who never deprived me of affection. I was undoubtedly the apple of my mother's eye. Taking a trip down my memory lane, there were times i would wake up and find myself on bed when i never really strolled to bed. It turned out that my dear mother would carry me to bed whenever i fell asleep on the couch while watching my favourite cartoons-my little pony. Did i mention on how i used to fantasize on meeting my pr...

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“The Story of a Minute, then a Quarter Hour” by Helen Z

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*Notice/Caution - I don’t want to seem like I am spoon-feeding anything, but I want to explain my tense and dialogue choice (in case my future self reads this and cringes at me for using bad technique). Please forgive me (and brace yourselves) for the confusing shifts between past and present tense that will occur. Everything is written from a retrospective perspective, but I just wanted to experiment with the contrasting effects the past and present tense can have on a story. When she remembers seeing and interacting with the character and ...

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“ No mobiles!” by Anthony David M

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Mark paused. Now reaching his mid-sixties, grey-haired and beginning his sunset years, he was enjoying quality time with his two grandchildren. He had retired and was now enjoying his free time immensely. &nb...

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“Nuts” by Chris D

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When Chaia dies, she wants a plaque on this park bench. One of those tacky ones, where you put a quote and the person's name, in memory of. She wants it to be an interesting quote, because she wants to be an interesting person. Key word being 'wants,' because she doesn't think she has achieved it yet. Perhaps she has. Maybe they don't tell her because they don't want to pale in comparison. Their voice boxes are polluted in envy, jealous of all the interesting things she has done. Perhaps her imagination is getting the better of her aga...

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“When I Remember” by Metaxia Tzimouli

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Harry Lambert’s eyes are red. They are not usually red, but today he is afraid that if he doesn’t type 1,000 words by dinnertime something bad will happen. Something always bad is being done to Harry Lambert in his head.“Sir, someone is at the door”. He ignores the voice, and his neck shaped like a crane, inches closer to the bright screen.“Sir!” The voice persists, just like it persisted yesterday, standing on the threshold of his study, here in Grosvenor Corner, Apartment 13. Harry Lambert loves two things the most: His computer ...

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“My Journey” by Debashish Bhattacharya A

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Accept life as it is. By conveying this I do not mean to withdraw your fighting spirit. It should be there irrespective of inflicts evoke into your life. The greater the power of aggression the more the pain is! Yes, I do say this because this is the way I understood life. Reality of Universe! A clap, short but clear and distinct, pass on the virus of clapping and spread over the space around. My tear was dribbling in through my cheeks. I was standing on the podium. The emotional outburst of a longstanding culmination. The victory. Joy and t...

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“Star-crossed” by Maham Fatima

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“It is the only home of my choice.” I lost my mother when I was thirteen. I remember her reading me bedtime stories way past my bedtime. Her low and mellifluous voicing lulling me into a sound sleep. The memory of her consoling me when I lost control of my bicycle and fell flat on my face. “There, there my sweet Sylvia! It’s just a teeny tiny boo-boo scratch. Mommy will put ointment on it and it’ll vanish in a few days like it wasn’t even there.” She comforted me by taking me in her arms. When she took my face in her hands in attempt to k...

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“Forty Two Steps” by Shavonne White

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Things have changed. I said to myself. All the memories of back when flooded my mind as I sat in the car and looked up at my childhood house. My feet seemed to be attached to weights as I slowly got out the car and walked to the sidewalk. I can’t believe I’m here. I said to myself. I never would have guessed that I would have to come back to this shitty ass town. I barely got out alive. I’m just glad I left when I did. I remember when I was younger and making a game out of how many steps it would take me to reach the front doo...

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“Alcohol counseling” by Arch R

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Anika slouched down further into the chair, focusing her eyes on the bookcase on the far end of the room near the door. The bookcase was so stereotypical - with the DSM-III, a few other medical textbooks, bookends that spelled the owners’ initials, a snow globe and a paperweight- that she almost laughed out loud. Unsurprisingly, the person who occupied this space day in and day out had no imagination. That person sat in front of her now, her body rolls taut against her black and white printed v-neck dress, her eyes looking expectantly at Ani...

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“Ophelia and Romeo” by Maddison Buch

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The wooden rocking chair in the nursery belonged to my grandmother, made for her by my grandfather when they were expecting their first child. The giant, green succulent in my window sill started as a propagation of a plant from my great-grandmother. My girlfriend - now wife - doubted that it would grow, but it did, and it is the only plant that I am capable of keeping alive. The set of whiskey glasses in my kitchen were a gift from my father when I got married. We broke one in our first fight, so now we have seven glasses instead of eight. ...

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“Hands in my Lap” by Cindy Joyner

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Being the oldest child of four and my mom and dad both working full-time five days a week really didn't leave much time for fun getaways at all when I was a child, for my two sisters, my brother, and I. Even just a day at the park was a lot to ask for. But for me, I had an extra special trip to look forward to every weekend. It was going to my grandma's house. Not only was it the greatest place in the world for me as a seven-year-old but fit my grandma was my favorite person throughout my entire chi...

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“Through the Eyes of a Child” by Elaine St. Anne

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When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. I don’t remember much from my childhood. In fact, I have worked hard to forget my childhood in its entirety. Still, memories float back and stick in my conciseness like the bloodsuckers we boys pulled from the creek at the bottom of the hill. Rolling up our trousers, we would wade in up to our knees and emerge with bloodsuckers attached to our legs. We would wait until they were fat with blood, then la...

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“The Girl Called Esme ” by Crazy Crypto

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As I sit here in the future, I am an adult of twenty-three, and I want to share you the life a little girl named Esme. Esme lived in the realm of fantasy; she was a child born of the wrong time in the wrong century. She believed in more than this world could handle, and therefore was given a secret lobotomy that failed and now she is living two lives, and in one of them they locked up all the kitchen knives. She can't control her gnosis, nor could eventually the psychosis. So now she writes to keep the demons at bay. Hoping the man in the sk...

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“The Dead Shall Rise” by Poweful Music

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Please, tell me more about that night. What really happened?"...Serenity disguises. In the silence of a cemetery and harmony like a united people, grows tall and green grasses petting snakes; lifeless but not dead. They talk to each other and we hear. But we mustn't allow them to utter in our listening. We mustn't keep schtum when we hear their hisses.I didn't like visiting the countryside; pretentious relatives, no service or network for days; unreliable solar electricity-- full-blown boredom. So when my parents peacock proud announced that...

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“Summers in my Small Home” by M.G. Elliott

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The day is hot and cloudy. A gray July day to sweat at home, while you wonder if the clouds will break and bring some sunshine to add to the humidity. This has been one of my least favourite summers so far, and I have had many. Summer is usually my favourite season. This time of year evokes warm feelings in people. Togetherness, celebration, relaxation, and a general sort of excitement for adventure and fun. Kids run around together trying to make the best of their free time before they are hustled back into the controlled order of sc...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 244 stories

“WHOLESOME CHILDHOOD MEMORIES” by Felicia Masobe

“The Story of a Minute, then a Quarter Hour” by Helen Z

“ No mobiles!” by Anthony David M

“Nuts” by Chris D

“When I Remember” by Metaxia Tzimouli

“My Journey” by Debashish Bhattacharya A

“Star-crossed” by Maham Fatima

“Forty Two Steps” by Shavonne White

“Alcohol counseling” by Arch R

“Ophelia and Romeo” by Maddison Buch

“Hands in my Lap” by Cindy Joyner

“Through the Eyes of a Child” by Elaine St. Anne

“The Girl Called Esme ” by Crazy Crypto

“The Dead Shall Rise” by Poweful Music

“Summers in my Small Home” by M.G. Elliott

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