Write a short story about someone doing laundry.

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“The big load... ” by D Myers

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“Boo hoo… ” she moaned, “another big dumping of that white stuff” Shannon stuttered, as she looked outside the window of her three story home. Another big snowfall had descended upon the town of Bootie Falls, Ontario, Canada. This time the snowfall was most crippling and stopped all the busy residents in their tracks. Shanny felt a bit overwhelmed with this latest snowfall, seeing as it was at least 50 whopping inches high in all directions. Furthermore, the height of the shoveled snow mounds, were almost double the height of her bedroom “st...

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“The Dress” by Caroline Smith

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It was a May midafternoon when Mom called me inside to help her fold the laundry. I pretended not to hear her, because the sun was finally softly brushing the treetops after a strangely long winter, and humidity and the promise of summer vacation hung in the air, and I was spectacularly beating Henry, the boy next door, at a rudimentary game of street hockey.Mom wasn’t a shouter. Instead she sung my name incessantly, a pleasant incantation I didn’t particularly want to hear, like when waiters chanted “happy birthday” at Chili’s or when Mom p...

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“A Summer Sunday at the Laundromat” by Davis Dunham

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The laundromat was full that day. Full of light, of the tumbling railroad noise of dryers, of dust-bunnies and lint balls traipsing across the linoleum tiles, of single socks dangling in the back workings of the machines, of the clinking casino noise of the change machine, and full of people.In the row of seats against the front wall, Natalie sat with a book in her hand. The light coming through the window behind her made the pages almost unreadable, but she didn’t mind – she wasn’t really reading, anyway. Her eyes hovered ove...

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“It's All Good” by Susan White

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I filled a basket with sheets from the washer and slipped out the back door. Look at my cornfield!” Joseph was on his knees in the sandbox, playing with trucks, tractors, and equipment. “Looks like you’re going to have a good crop there.” The tractor sound effects continued from his miniature farm. Hannah, riding bareback on Glory, waved as she and Jazz, our border collie, helped her dad drive the dairy herd down the lane to the creek pasture. I could hear Elijah in the barn, coaxing the bucket calves to taste the sweet grain in his hands....

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“Washing for a New Future” by Aisha Hashmi

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Facing a pile of laundry in the middle of the living room, and a mountain of dirty dishes in the sink, Sandy already felt tired. Her daughter would change clothes three times a day, and just leave clothes all over the place. Ah, teen angst and trying to fit in. Being a teen was hard enough, but her daughter, Barbie, was 14 and wanted to always look her best. There seemed to be a never-ending competition for the girls at her school to wear the newest, latest trends and not only was Sandy tired of shopping...

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“The Fabric Softner” by Joanne Phanh

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Mom did everything for Dad. When he got out of work at 4:30 is dinner was on the table. He would walk in the door wash his hands and we were all at the dinner table and then mom serve dinner. If she forgot the salt or the pepper or maybe the butter knife dad would say something and mom jump up out of her chair and fetched whatever was needed. Mom was happy to do things for dad and there was never a complaint never a sigh or any negativity within her. She was happy to please him in every way. Mom even ironed h...

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“In Pink” by Whitney Cash

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Shit. The blouse looked like cotton candy—it was white thirty minutes ago. I moved clothes from the washer to the dryer. Each white piece now the color of bubble gum. You always did the laundry. A sigh escaped my lips, filling the silent house. The house had never been this quiet. I paused and stared at nothing in particular. The cuckoo bird chirped from the kitchen, waking me from my catatonic state. My eyes darted to the wooden clock above the sink. 3pm. Below the clock, returnables and finished Stoli bottles covered the counter surface. W...

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“Soap Suds and Bloody Palms” by Lily Elborn

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The rumble of the washing machine was the only thing that could drown out the noise of my guttural sobs, oh the poetic justice of it. As I took in shuddering breaths, I made myself listen to the hypnotic drone of the second cycle I’d just started. Hours had past since I’d started on my list of chores and yet the breakdown I was currently having had managed to stick around through every one of those tasks. Whoever said that doing chores was cathartic had obviously never done them in such a high-strung situation. My eyes were as drenched in wa...

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“Brighter Than Stars” by Geneva Savage

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Bang. My apartment door slams open. Loud voices and pounding music blast through my once silent sanctuary. Stilettos click against my cheap, imitation hardwood floors. They click – click – clicked over to the light switch. When the lights flicker on, I blink my eyes against the blinding lights. Then, the footsteps come nearer and nearer. I don't look up, though. Instead, I stay safely hidden in my little cocoon on my green, second-hand couch that feels scratchy against my skin. But, the irritating feeling was better than the person standing ...

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“Once a forest green” by Lee Jackson

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The spinning vortex sucked me back into a painful habit once again. With all the best intentions change doesn’t come easily. Habits stick to me like cobwebs, determined to string a trail to me, so that I can always be dragged back. They cling to me, forcing me to collect the same things from the supermarket every time; to drive the same way to work every day and to end the night with a glass of red wine.Habit is why that forest green-coloured t-shirt is tumbling around in the grip of the vortex. The churning water seeping through to its...

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“Another Day, Another Load” by Sarah Butland

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Baby shower over, the hard work began. Washing the itty-bitty socks and soft neutral coloured crib sheet I could barely reach the machine, my belly protruding like I was having twins. I wasn’t, doctors assured me, just bearing a healthy and weighty child. How does one prepare for that? At 24 years of age, having my first child was daunting enough. To then be told at 7 months in my child was a large one (naturally so, shouldn’t have been a surprise) was a bit much. Typically a positive thinker I was terrified and trying not to show it. &...

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“It All Comes Out In The Wash” by Vidya Tamminidi

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Here’s what’s interesting about laundry: everyone has to do it , Or have it done. It is a thing that everyone has to coordinate the doing-of, somehow. So, it perfectly reveals how certain class things work. If you’re rich, you never think about it, probably. Your clothes float off your body and somehow return to your closet cleaned and pressed. The less money you have, the more work it is to do laundry, and, like so many things, the cheaper option often costs more over the long term.I’ve never been good at laundry. At some point in midd...

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“To Laundry or not laundry, that is the question. ” by Dragon The Poet

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Get up, Jasmine. Do your laundry! No, I don't wanna do it. I'd rather stay in bed. Jasmine, just because you're mourning your best friend's murder, doesn't mean you get to skip out on laundry. It's been two fucking weeks, and only a week since the funeral, give me a damn break. Says the one talking to herself. "FINE I'LL DO IT!!" I yelled to no one, though I'm pretty sure my loud outburst could be heard through the thin walls of our dorm hall. I squeezed my pink Build-a-Bear, the one my best friend, Josephine had gotten for my birthday. I mi...

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“To Remember” by Isabella Hightower

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Slam! Click.The door to my car closed and I turned to make my way up the drive. I honestly hadn’t been here in years, I had barely remembered the broken stone steps that led to the bright red doors. I took the key out of my pocket and slipped it into the lock. The door creaked open with a push. I looked around this dark empty house. Mom And Dad had come by with the moving truck the day before to collect the furniture. The last reminders that this house had once been a home.My parents had done most of the work. They had only given me the job ...

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“Alone in the Crowded Laundromat” by Matthew Gustafson

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“Let me tell ya, there never seems to be an open washer when I come down here, and I mean never. This is like a once a week trip and I can’t seem to even faintly remember the last time I was able to snag a washer right away. It’s like the whole universe is plotting against me or something.” Marc said to the woman next to him. “Never have problems with dryers, funny enough. Always one of those available. But these dang washers, I gotta wait around a half-hour just to get the clothes in! Can ya believe it?” Marc turned and glanced at the woman...

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Write a short story about someone doing laundry.

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✍️ 95 stories

“The big load... ” by D Myers

“The Dress” by Caroline Smith

“A Summer Sunday at the Laundromat” by Davis Dunham

“It's All Good” by Susan White

“Washing for a New Future” by Aisha Hashmi

“The Fabric Softner” by Joanne Phanh

“In Pink” by Whitney Cash

“Soap Suds and Bloody Palms” by Lily Elborn

“Brighter Than Stars” by Geneva Savage

“Once a forest green” by Lee Jackson

“Another Day, Another Load” by Sarah Butland

“It All Comes Out In The Wash” by Vidya Tamminidi

“To Laundry or not laundry, that is the question. ” by Dragon The Poet

“To Remember” by Isabella Hightower

“Alone in the Crowded Laundromat” by Matthew Gustafson

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