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

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“Home” by Bill VanPatten

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Home Snow fell softly on a late November evening in Michigan, quiet and without fuss, as though sneaking in to surprise everyone with slippery sidewalks in the morning and driveways in need of shoveling. The house was dark, save the lone ghostlike glow of the lamp beside my bed. I’d just given up trying to read and was ready to slip into pre-sleep thoughts about the day, the kinds of thoughts that spill over each other such that, as time passed, you wouldn’t quite know if you’d actually thought about anything. And sleep—like the snow out...

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“Stupid” by Anneliya Lydia

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"So, as you all know, we are here to celebrate that my stupid little brother is now an adult!"The crowd laughs, finding this statement funny. They all know what university I was accepted into; they all know my plans to become a doctor; they all think I'm incredibly smart. My sister smiles with them, pride warm in her eyes. She is wearing a simple dress, midnight blue and elegant. Her dark hair is piled gracefully on her head. She wears only white pearls in her ears, and her makeup is discreet. Everything about her outfit says "don't pay atte...

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“Pieces of Me” by Amy Sutch

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It was 1977, and I was 12 years old when I found out I was invisible. It happened in the cafeteria at school when Jimmy Moyers asked my best friend out. We were eating lunch, and I was sitting right next to Marybeth, but he never saw me. We’d been in some of the same classes for a year, but his eyes have never met mine. I was a non-entity. Marybeth knew I liked him of course, but she seemed to forget that when she agreed to the movies. I was inv...

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“THE WOE'S OF CHILDHOOD BULLYING.” by Manisha Pandey

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Peter just arrived from work. It is seven in the evening. The weather is quite pleasant. He looks tired, sweat trickling down his cheeks. It is quite hot outside. His wife Julie gets him a glass of water. Peter looks around than in a tired voice enquirers about his son. " Julie dear, were is George. I can't see him? Usually when I arrive he is waiting for me eagerly. Is everything fine with him?" The wife thought for a bit, than she frowned and said, " Really he was so excited after he came back from school. He said that his best fri...

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“Doubts” by Aiyana Henderson

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Alexis looked at the mirror.It had been a gift from Paris seven years ago.Everything about this scenario was so clichéd. She really hated it. From the way she stared at her stomach, to her wishing that she could just trim off that little bit of belly fat, to wanting more feminine shoulders, she was insecure about herself Her father, Don, had cruelly mocked her since she was 14 years old. The tears in her eyes didn’t make things better either. She tried writing in her journal again to feel better, but that temporary relief of healing was inte...

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“Butterfly Scars” by Marcia H.

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Jingle likes to run fast through the forest. He loves the trees overhanging branches and ducking his head at times running under them. He loves the feel of crushing the dead leaves under his feet as he runs over them. Jingle can outrun most people. He learned to run at an early age. He had to. Jingle’s age is hard to pinpoint. Most people think he’s older than what he really is. He has a two inch scar on his right cheek and a tattoo of a small blue and black butterfly on the left side of his neck. Jingle is a menacing man in size and...

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“Remember When?” by Asmita Kodityala

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“Hey.” “Hey.” We had come home after three years. Amid college, jobs, and our own lives, we couldn’t make time for each other. That’s not to say that our relationship is great. Leo moved out (actually ran away) when I was ten. Lived at his friend’s house. I was left alone- and never forgave my big brother. Many of my friends had older brothers, and they were always saying how great they were. My brother was nonexistent. Leo came back when I was eighteen, and he was ready to leave for college. Didn’t even glance at me. And neither did I.&nb...

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“Memory-scape” by Aneesha Shewani

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They say sights make lasting memories and a touch imprints forever. However, it was the smells that lie splattered across her memory-scape. This story traces an olfactory journey of a lifetime as she put pieces together, wondering what lies next.1980 – It is the smell of soap – an expensive luxury bar of white soap. The silhouette of a man with that soapy fragrance is still vivid. She was barely 3-years old. She can recognize that smell anywhere but does not come across it often. She cannot remember who he was, yet the distinct memory captur...

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“Reset” by Miriam Ngatia

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“It’s 11am in the morning! You can not be watching TV at this time. It seems like you watch TV all the time!” I shrieked at the kids. They barely looked up. “It’s almost done,” one of them responds, as I hear the familiar intro track of one of their favorite shows. “I will get rid of the TV!” I threatened unconvincingly. I sighed. Parenting is hard. I felt quite hypocritical as I recalled a similar incident involving a much younger version of myself. The school year was over. No more early mornings, school days marked with lessons I would ...

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“The endurance of agony” by Shiko Mathabatha

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It all started as a teen, I can see my way clear as crystal can ever be. I grow up with it cause I used to feed it well and as time travels mile in my teen ages. Nights came and left so does the sunrise I babysit it in every way possible to see it mature. My dream been growing up like as fast I can ever intended it to be it carried out its form, I was young trying to put things together cause I could see that my baby is growing up and getting out of Proportion. I am trying so hard my heart tells me to ask for help but I was afraid they e...

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“Coming Back” by Jaimie B

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Everything was the same. Or, maybe, everything was different. I was so overcome, by emotion and by memories, that the earth could have swallowed me whole and I wouldn't have noticed. The pit in my stomach widened and I swallowed, my dry throat choking me into a cough. I glanced over at my wife, our youngest baby snuggled into her hip. She gave me a knowing look. She couldn't know. She didn't know. I closed the creaky door of the truck and strode towards the house. In my father's dying days, the upkeep of the house had been left t...

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“Mine????” by Francisco Segura

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https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/francisco-segura/I can remember taking a bath in a sink I loved it still do. Maybe more but not sure. 2My mom she was in California when I was born looking for someone to watch me so she could get to work. It was raining and she left me with a complete stranger realize we were alone and we came back to Texas. I remember staying in the bar all day all night. That's when we got back at 2 I knew I was not being taken care of so I started watching myself but I started to steal and lie ...

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“‘To Jo, no matter how much you annoy me, I still love you. --Your big sis, Eves.’ ” by RUPALI MAKHIJA

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Sitting on the edge of my bed, I gaze gloomily into nowhere, when the sky, intricately painted by a wailing banshee today, comes into view. Peculiar palettes of pessimistic blue and sorrowful strokes of soft grey were smeared across the masterpiece, with smudges of sapphire clouds blotched at places. Air, aggressive and violent, was stampeding heavily across the horizon, beating the impotent clouds hard into shape. At the breakfast table, my parents awkwardly try to commence a conversation. My mother, with streaks of grey hair and wrink...

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“Rat's teeth” by Shirley Dudfield

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It was dark under the bridge. My foot slipped on the dead rat, it's thin, sharp, yellow teeth looked up at me. A chilling revulsion welled up inside me, coming to a balled-up halt in my throat, just short of a scream. Blood was on my Clarke's black leather bar shoe and I suspected guts were ingrained under the sole. I didn't look. I began to run. The rat's teeth chased me down the years and are still never far behind. Mrs Briggs wouldn't have cared if the rat had leaped up and bitten my six year-old face, gnawing off my little slightly ...

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“Poetic Justice” by Rachel Deeming

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Journal of Dorothy Walters, July 13th 2018Well, well, well! What a turn up for the books! I’m not one to dwell on the past nor am I particularly keen to revel in the bad that befalls others but today I will admit that I am indulging in both as I have just read some rather surprising news in the obituary section of the local newspaper.Yes, Emily Ryder has passed away, peacefully at home, surrounded by family and friends, no doubt. All of whom worshipped her or at least pretended to for fear of repercussions to the contrary, I expect. You...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 244 stories

“Home” by Bill VanPatten

“Stupid” by Anneliya Lydia

“Pieces of Me” by Amy Sutch

“THE WOE'S OF CHILDHOOD BULLYING.” by Manisha Pandey

“Doubts” by Aiyana Henderson

“Butterfly Scars” by Marcia H.

“Remember When?” by Asmita Kodityala

“Memory-scape” by Aneesha Shewani

“Reset” by Miriam Ngatia

“The endurance of agony” by Shiko Mathabatha

“Coming Back” by Jaimie B

“Mine????” by Francisco Segura

“‘To Jo, no matter how much you annoy me, I still love you. --Your big sis, Eves.’ ” by RUPALI MAKHIJA

“Rat's teeth” by Shirley Dudfield

“Poetic Justice” by Rachel Deeming

🌟 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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