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

Posted in Adults on Oct 25, 2022

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“The making of a crazy but fun loving adult” by Brenda Ullrich

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Holy hell, No wonder I'm such a basket case. Just kidding. Well I guess my life wasn't that bad. My parents were a little crazy but who's weren't ? Mom was a wonderful person but could be a pain in the rear end to put it nicely. Dad was a workaholic. I loved every minute of my childhood though. My brother was and still is a brat but he's my favorite pain in the ass. My name is Summer Dawn. I am honest, caring, and love living my life to the fullest extent. I attribute that to my wonderful parents who alway taught me to be the best version o...

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“Back to 1989” by Alexandra Rickert

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As I walk along the pathway that lay beside the rusting playground where I grew up, a million memories swarm in my head… But what catches my attention isn’t the new statue they’d built, nor the rose beds but instead, a man who looked all too familiar. … It’s wintertime 1989, I’m fourteen years old sitting on the swing next to Marco, the best-looking guy from my grade nine class. I wore the red and white checked dress stained with coke with a denim jacket despite my mother’s warning about the weather. It was freezing and the river tha...

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“Days of Innocence: The Shadow World” by Cara H

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The Shadow World Particle Board Planters and Subterranean Snails “Papa, do you remember the time during my 300th year when you were called away and had to leave me with Aunt Suki the Shadow Sorceress?” the crone inquired, looking up from the journal in which she was writing. “I do indeed, my dear,” the venerable lady’s youthful-looking father replied, pushing his long, black hair over his shoulder, and reaching for his tea. “It was necessary for me to keep the reasons for my absence a secret even from you. I had to push thoughts of you to ...

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“This Is Where I Been” by Thomas Hawkins

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Trigger warning: racial slurs, racial violence Time had been when a man could do what he loved and let the money follow. That’s what my daddy always said anyway. Too bad those times, aren’t now – now the money runs the other direction, regardless of what you do. I’m not sure, maybe that bunch of clouds on the horizon were filled with rain, rain to nourish my dust-packed wheat fields; maybe not. Either way, that old sh...

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“Thoughts and struggles of Sima” by Sarifa Begam

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Having breakfast, Sima use to check news update, not political, not social, not celebrates life's style but the news of job. Yes, she is unemployed. What's big deal! Girls around her also don't ear money but ready to be an obedient house wife. Now she is 22 years old and unmarried. Now why I am telling she's unmarried, if you search unmarried girls of around these age, you may rarely finds someone . Even her twin sister get married 2 years ago and have a baby too. Many of her school friends got married and some of them have two or three...

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“Prodigal” by Yvonne Clarke

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I escaped my birthplace when I was a young man. But in spirit, I escaped much sooner. When I was still a kid I became aware that life for many people did not mean scraping your knuckles red raw as you picked up scraps from around the market stalls, holding your breath and pinching your nose to block out the stench of open sewers, and caking your feet in mud to protect them in the absence of shoes. That you didn’t have to bathe publicly in polluted rivers, huddle up to your parents in the absence of warm bedding, gather firewood for cooking. ...

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“Can't catch me. ” by Laci Taylor

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"You dumbass!" That was what poor and fragile Jamie was. The dumbass who couldn't do anything right. The eggs were too runny, the sink wasn't draining fast enough and she needed to clean it...again....for the fourth time! Or perhaps time wasn't on his side and now he was running late to the office. He would always yell at her every morning, " What the hell Jamie! You couldn't make scrambled eggs to save your life and now I'm going to be starving for my meeting. You know what? Just forget it. I'll grab something on the way". There are a...

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“Young Is As Young Does” by Mandy Yates

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As I sit on the front porch, on a crisp cool autumn day, I'm sipping my nice warm coffee. I start to reflect on years ago. Years of coming of age. I jokingly refer to these memories as my young n dumb moments. Luckily these years were before technology took over our lives. As they are today, with pictures and video on a constant loop. These times in my mind start with a bunch of neighborhood kids being outside. Riding their bikes. Riding skateboards on a home made skateboard ramp. A big boombox with 80s rock blaring. These were good times. H...

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“Her husband, my father” by Rolade Berthier

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I cannot remember much about my life when I was a toddler except what my parents and relatives have narrated for amusement to embarrass me. A family story is that at age two, I used to sit on a stool outside our grocery store waiting for the wife of my dad's cousin, Dekin, to pass by so that I could yell, "That's a beautiful lady". Every Saturday morning, on her way to the bakery, I followed her for several centimetres imitating the swaying of her hands and hips to the giggles of onlookers."No birthday party, mum, unless Dekin comes".I ...

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“The Child and the Knight” by Jose Gomez Romay

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The Child and the Knight By José A. Gomez She begged me, the girl. Begged me to tell the story one more time before the end. Her kind hands upon me, cool to the touch against the fire in my flesh rotting me slowly from the inside—the worm at the apple's once desirable core. There's not much time now, I know this very well. Soon, the curse will take me, or the dead shall find us here within our sanctuary, this little heaven carved from ancient stone, and when they do...I will fight. &...

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“I promise, I will rise” by Stories Through The Heart

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Storm clouds were hanging up on the sky, coloring the whole atmosphere deep black. The vultures were flying up on the head, and both of them were groaning continuously. Schools, houses, hospitals, everything around that city was demolished and turned into the old quarries. Didn't matter we see, everything was covered with blood and bodies. The nature was presenting it's anger, without granting mercy. The entire place was silent and only the wail of a mother emitted the painful sound after losing her child, and those wails were mixing with th...

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“Hot Peppers and Weenies ” by Ashton Newland

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I am sitting here at the most popular southern style cuisine restaurant the farthest corners from where I grew up. The atmosphere is comfortable, energetic and the smells are strong of Cajun spices, heavy paprika, hot peppers, and freshly fried summer squash. On their specials menu I notice they have “Spicy, Pickled Peppers and Links”. Calling the waiter over with a wave of my hand I ask, “What is this like?” “It is our new idea for what to do with hot dogs, they are pickled in spicy hot sauce with hot peppers and pickling stuf...

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“Forever Sweet Innocence” by Angela Walters

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Kissing a toad would be better than touching the lips of a yucky girl. A smile spreads across Ben's face as those words crash into his memory with a flood of vivid pictures. The slender glass sweats in his trembling hand. He holds it awkwardly high into the air as he nervously looks down at Tom. Throughout the room, faces stare at him, waiting in great anticipation. A familiar sweet face looks lovingly towards him. Her dazzling green eyes give him a wink of encouragement. After a heavy sigh, Ben begins to recall the childhood memory that eve...

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“The Wind Carries My Story” by Sofia Isabelle Bautista

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A breeze found its way through my window as I instinctively took a deep breath. A sudden feeling of nostalgia washed over my body - one that you get with a familiar scent from childhood. A thousand miles away but the wind carried my memories all the way here. All my life I’ve always considered the Philippines as my home, I am Filipino after all. I wasn’t born here though. Away from family, my parents took off to Scotland in hopes for a better life like all Overseas Filipino Workers dream of. There they had me, their firstborn whom they showe...

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“To Kill a Bear” by Audre Elgar Frank

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TW: Rape, murder1968, September 2ndFireflies jittered in circles around me, little fallen moons floating. We watched the world bathed in rubicund light, flares rocketed into the clouds with a snap and smoke. I thought they were fireworks and bounced with glee, waiting for the whistle, the crackle as prismatic shooting stars rained down, fulminating shattered snakes hissing with hostility and then bursting into a blaze. But I was not met with the sonatas of gunpowder dusting the sky like spilled eyeshadow, arson turned to art. I was only met ...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 244 stories

“The making of a crazy but fun loving adult” by Brenda Ullrich

“Back to 1989” by Alexandra Rickert

“Days of Innocence: The Shadow World” by Cara H

“This Is Where I Been” by Thomas Hawkins

“Thoughts and struggles of Sima” by Sarifa Begam

“Prodigal” by Yvonne Clarke

“Can't catch me. ” by Laci Taylor

“Young Is As Young Does” by Mandy Yates

“Her husband, my father” by Rolade Berthier

“The Child and the Knight” by Jose Gomez Romay

“I promise, I will rise” by Stories Through The Heart

“Hot Peppers and Weenies ” by Ashton Newland

“Forever Sweet Innocence” by Angela Walters

“The Wind Carries My Story” by Sofia Isabelle Bautista

“To Kill a Bear” by Audre Elgar Frank

🌟 Similar prompts

Start your story with a metaphor about human nature.

Write about a character with an unassailable moral compass.

Write a story about someone losing faith in an institution.

Write about a mysterious figure in one’s neighborhood.

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