Write a story about the relationship between a parent and a child that spans several years.

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“I love you mom ” by Sydney Daniels

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Now that I look back on it, I wish I would have appreciated her more. Showed her how much I truly loved her… Everyone tells you to appreciate your parents. To cherish them while you have them, but I don’t think anyone ever truly thinks they’ll run out of time with them. At least not while you’re young you know. I thought I had forever with my mom. She was my best friend when I was a little girl. I always wanted to be around her. I wanted to grow up and be just like her. But as I got older a...

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“Mama's Purse” by Jaime Toscano

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There was fringe dangling from it. For as long as I could remember, there was fringe dangling from my Mama's purse. Sometimes, the purse was black. Other times, it was blue. Navy blue. It depended on the season. How long the days were. But there was always fringe. When I was five, Mama would shove my Polly Pockets into the zipper compartment. They would protrude outward, making lumps on the inside of her purse. She never minded. She never minded when she grabbed a Polly Pocket instead of her keys. I know she never minded because she never fr...

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“Nancy McCarthy” by Rhonda Valentine Dixon

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The poo rolled under the clawfoot bath. Three-year-old Nancy McCarthy gasped. Ooooh, mummy will be mad, she thought. She hadn’t been able to open the lavatory door. It was stuck shut. What could she do? The poo had just come. She couldn’t stop it and now, in the bathroom trying to get her knickers off, the poo had rolled away.Nancy knew not to wake her mother when she was resting. But waken, she did, and it wasn’t long before she was calling her name. “Nancy, Nancy, where are you?” Nancy wa...

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“Not a Little Kid Anymore ” by Alexandra Shewmaker

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I held on tightly to my mother’s hand as we began crossing the street that our church stood at the end of. I could feel the nervous sweat from my palm meeting her warm and soft hand, and I suddenly felt very ridiculous. I was eleven years old. I was basically a grown-up, and grown-ups don’t hold their mom’s hands when they cross the street. With an urge to redeem myself from this humiliating display of immaturity, I tried to pull my hand from my mothers. Her warm and soft hand did not budge, and instead, my mother’s hand decided to tighten i...

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“Deep in the Woods ” by Michael Dulka

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On the morning of the day you were born, I sat in a deer stand and almost missed the whole thing. Unfortunately for the deer, my shot didn’t. As I pulled up to the house, your mother was waiting and wailing, half because labor’s a bitch and half because I was dumb enough to be unreachable deep in the woods with a 38-week pregnant wife at home. It was just like you to arrive early and on your own terms. You weren’t waiting until your due date, because that would have been too normal, too average. I love that about you. Never afraid to sh...

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“LOST YEARS” by Mary Swearingen

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The father looked down on the new arrival, not sure really what to think or feel other than feeling a deep sense of disillusionment. He wanted a boy, a son in his image, but unfortunately, this one was wrapped in pink. Another one of his dreams out the window. Par for the course, he thought. None of his dreams ever came true, so why should this one? His whole life had been one slap down after another, disappointment after disappointment. It was as if his sole purpose here on earth was to be life's punching bag, and he just received another p...

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“Open Road” by Matt Render

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Growing up I was never religious, but now I find myself wishing I could believe in 'something'. Maybe it’s too late for me. Maybe that 'something' is dead.It's a blistering dry, scorching sun afternoon in August. The time seems to stretch as long as the open roads on this highway. The emptiness of the deserted landscapes Im surrounded by reflect all my grievances back at me. I try to tune it out. Since I got this bruised up Pontiac a couple weeks ago, I’ve been listening to this religious talkshow on the radio. &nbs...

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“LOVE LIKE WINE” by Deborah Yakubu

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22ND MAY 1960The warm air hits me hard and I let out a protest at the sudden change in my environment. Minutes ago I was cocooned safely in the place I had come to know and love as home. All of a sudden, I felt an irresistible urge to push my way through my home and into the arms of this person. Strong yet gentle arms hold me and prod here and there. In a little while I'm placed in the arms of a crying, smiling person. Her lips are moving and sounds I can't comprehend are coming out. Although I can't understand the sounds no matter how I try...

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“It's not over til it's over” by Kerry Williams

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The day that you were born was the happiest day of my life. I gazed down at you lying in my arms, and you stared back up at me, your big blue eyes brimming with a level of innocence that only a newborn could possess. I was exhausted and in pain, but my heart was full. I made a promise there and then, to always love you as much as I possibly could no matter what.I kept that promise with me through the dirty diapers and the terrible twos. I remember your first day of preschool, and how you bawled when I tried to leave. It broke my heart, but w...

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“Full circle.” by Kianna Harrison

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When we were little my mum would wake us up and get us ready for school, she would help me pull my shirt over my head and brush mine and my sister’s hair, lightly tugging at the tangles. She would always take care to make sure she was being as gentle as possible, but we would still put up a fuss. After she fixed us up in the mornings we would walk to school. Dawdling behind we would complain that our legs hurt and whine and moan about how we did not want to go to school. “It’s fine, we are almost there”, she’d say. We later learned she hated...

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“Knocked Over” by Awpic Erin

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Part 1: The Beach The waves had been unusually high that summer. That was what Eliza remembered most clearly. She was eight years old, and her family had gone to the beach for a week, and for some reason, because of the moon or the ocean or climate change, the waves that summer were enormous. She had been scared, at first, to go into the water. For the first few hours, she stayed near the shore where the water barely grazed her ankles. Little by little, however, she went farther and farther out. The water was up to her waist when...

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“The Fog Of Shepard’s Bay” by Elias Murra

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My father was not an evil man, or so I told myself every night before shutting my eyes. Down in the humid and feverish cell I visited him. Twice during the working days and every day of the weekend, hoping that at some point he would shine some light into the truth of his last voyage. I was prepared to receive anything, from sinister and violent to unlikely and perhaps impossible. But it was futile, his lips were sealed and no noise ever came from his throat. In the corners of the cell he would hide, afraid to even hear my voice or look at m...

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“Flaming lilies.” by Reeya Thampi

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Standing at the threshold of our house, I trace the old rusted gate that you and I would swing on as children. The feel of its metal handles seems disturbingly familiar to my touch. The hinges scream, voicing my inner anguish, as I tug it open to our familial home, the place we grew up in; the place where we last existed as a family. A place I haven’t visited; neither in person nor in my mind, in the past thirteen years. At first, I gave our home a wary glance. I see the nameplate on the wall. It says ‘Zena Hadid’, in bold italic...

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“Sacred Circle” by Rose Gaspard

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She was ten years old when she met her mother. It’s strange the fantasy we built in our minds. Realty can never truly live up to the heart’s longing, it can never match the colors in the mind’s eye. She was two years old when her mother migrated abroad. She grew up hearing stories about her mother’s grace, beauty and kindness. Her aunts told her of the close relationship between her parents, how their love had been the stuff of love songs and sonnets. She heard of her mother’s bravery, how she chose to travel abroad to create a better life f...

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“My Legal Guardian” by Whitnee Robinson

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All the time I spent in school when someone mentioned their parents, my thoughts didn't go to a mom and a dad. They went to a now 76-year-old woman. Her name is Linda and she is my grandmother. She adopted my sister and I when I was three years old. My mom is an addict, as well as my father. He was in prison at the time, and she was literally anywhere else. She ended up coming in and out of our lives for years. I spend my time as a little kid just wondering around the house, laying in my grandma's bed while holding her ar...

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Write a story about the relationship between a parent and a child that spans several years.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 122 stories

“I love you mom ” by Sydney Daniels

“Mama's Purse” by Jaime Toscano

“Nancy McCarthy” by Rhonda Valentine Dixon

“Not a Little Kid Anymore ” by Alexandra Shewmaker

“Deep in the Woods ” by Michael Dulka

“LOST YEARS” by Mary Swearingen

“Open Road” by Matt Render

“LOVE LIKE WINE” by Deborah Yakubu

“It's not over til it's over” by Kerry Williams

“Full circle.” by Kianna Harrison

“Knocked Over” by Awpic Erin

“The Fog Of Shepard’s Bay” by Elias Murra

“Flaming lilies.” by Reeya Thampi

“Sacred Circle” by Rose Gaspard

“My Legal Guardian” by Whitnee Robinson

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