Write a story in which someone returns to their hometown.

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“"William Raymond Lawson, Is That You?"” by Aeris Walker

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Old Mr. Bill was long gone from this world when a neighbor finally found him, slumped in his chair with a cat curled at his feet. The poor woman didn’t expect to find him dead, though at his age, no one should've assumed he'd live much longer, but the shock of his death was nearly overshadowed by what she found in his home: an overwhelming and astonishing volume of artwork. Paintings hung on almost every square inch of the walls, some on simple canvases, others in gilded frames. They lined both sides of the hallway and the stairwell leading ...

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“Another Woman's Son” by Kelsey H

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CW: Child lossMy husband had warned me Josh Carter was back. Still when I came out of the supermarket and saw him, the shock of it stopped me.I stood frozen with a bag hanging from each hand, people parting around me. He was almost exactly as I remembered him. The same dark hair, the same swinging stride.I knew without having to think how old he was. Twenty-two next month. Just like Ryan would have been. Their birthdays were three weeks apart and I always used to make a cake for Josh too, because I knew his own mother wouldn’t.He didn’t see ...

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“God Save The Queue” by PJ Aitken

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Based on conversations and events that took place whilst waiting in the queue to see the Queen lying in state during September 2022Fifteen minutes before the start of the queue “Excuse me” asked Pete frantically looking down at the map on his phone, failing to catch the attention of his Uber driver. He tried again but this time with more gusto.“Excuse ME?” The Uber driver took out the wireless headphone from his left ear with a weary sigh of a man not enjoying the 5am pick up.“Yes mate?”“I’m looking at the map and it looks like the...

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“Bury Me Home” by Kevin Marlow

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The rolling hills of the Midwest undulate like the humps of the Midgard Serpent, locking the hard-pan clay together. Its scales are clusters of juniper and elm, erupting from sandstone bluffs. The forked tongue is a confluence of two mighty rivers, the legs, scars of railroad beds riveted to the land with iron, torn from its own belly. Johnathon remembers seeing the beast in the ancient lake that had been plowed by glaciers from the last Ice Age, or is it a recurring dream, he never quite figures that part out.“Penny for your thoughts.” Gwyn...

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“To Be Heard” by Hannah P. Simmons

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Going back home was the worst mistake of my life.Well, that's not exactly true.The worst mistake of my life was going back home with a divorce.Small towns are like a big family. Which means the people look out for each other. They care about each other.And they talk about each other.It took maybe three days for the word to spread.When my cousin Deb found out about my divorce, she almost seemed excited. Like she'd been waiting her whole life for this moment. Her text came through at midnight. It was full of assurances. Like, she was the only ...

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“Alien Jam” by Rama Shaar

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“You remind me of someone,” you say to me squinting your steely blue eyes. It’s unsettling how everything else about you has changed and withered over the past six years except for those damned eyes. I say hi and you look sweetly at me, offering your hand to shake mine. I like this. No more displays of forced, fake fondness. Now we can just be ourselves.Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a handshake kind of woman, but I like my words and gestures to be a true reflection of how I really feel about someone. It’s getting chilly out here. Sep...

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“Sex, Drugs, and Bunny Rabbits” by Graham Kinross

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TW: Exactly what it says on the bottle. Alice popped a pill bottle and dropped a lump of white something into my hand. “Go on. They’re awesome.” She smiled but all I saw was her nose ring. She wore a rainbow lined with faux fur. Her fingerless gloves had inspired the Lonely Island anthem. The lady of chaos threw the pill into her mouth and gulped it down. “Are they yours?” I asked. Reading the labe...

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“Sunlight Therapy” by Carol Sanderson

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On the porch we gather – old friends and new, sages and comedians – no more than one degree of separation woven into the fabric of our town. “The Retired Teachers Brigade” meets each Thursday after four o’clock, in the sunlight, on the porch. Real life with patina. We pour words of truth – revealing the interior spaces of our lives – then drink another glass of wine. Oh, there is little that gives comfort, like a session of porch therapy. I first moved here as a student – in recovery from a...

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“Farewell to Knuckle Falls ” by John K Adams

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The rock and roll star, Croesus Skye (birth name Albert), earned his nickname for his string of gold records. His music speaks to almost everyone. Critics take the perspective that if his music is popular, how good can it be? What could millions of fans know that the critics don’t? What are his bonafides? Even Mozart had formal training. Where is this guy from? Are idiot savants a real thing? Fans are not mystified by his world-wide popularity. Throngs meet him at airports and concerts. But Croesus employs no security guards to run interfer...

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“You're Never as Far as You Think” by Anne O

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The cabin looks smaller than she remembered. Buried away in the sand dune, off the gravel road sits a small rustic brown cabin with a surprisingly ample porch. Charlie drives up the remainder of the gravel road, her Subaru slanting upward facing an enormous oak tree. She puts her car in park and for safety, engages the emergency brake as her parents taught her to do when parking off the cabin’s hilly road. It’s been over ten years since she has been back here, and she can feel her breath caught inside her as she cuts the engine. This is home...

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“Home” by Elliot Moss

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TW: CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SEXUAL AND PHYSICAL ABUSE, AS WELL AS GORE. BE ADVISED. "It's been a long time since I've been here. In this little, dreary town of Oak Valley, where the sun never shone and the birds never sang. In this house, where the mice didn't dare steal even a nibble of a crumb, for they would be punished just as harshly as the child who begged for dinner. I was seven when my father died. Maxwell Barnes; Max to my mother, Maximilian to his friends, and Daddy to me. He was my best friend, as you know, of course. A wond...

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“my corner of the world” by Sage Britton

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I didn’t realize just how much I could re-discover about myself just by returning to the place I’d spent the majority of my childhood. The place I felt was truly home. Those days now seem so much easier, long before being influenced by others, their expectations, by my own insecurities. Back then, in my hometown, those things were all irrelevant, yet to come. I don’t remember ever worrying about what I’d be doing five years from now. I was never worried about having perfected college applications or how popular I was or wasn’t or whether I s...

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“Home Town” by Mel Dingwall

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A prison takes many forms.Some have bars made of steel so thick you can wrap your hand around it. Others have bars made of pointed wood, painted and stuck all in a row to make a white picket fence.As Dad’s prized ‘59 Cadillac Coupe de Ville glided into the driveway, I felt I had just gone from one to the other. We paused before getting out.’Your Ma.’ he started, searching for words. ‘She’s just…it’s been very hard on her.’I couldn’t stifle a laugh. Hard for her. Dad held up his hands.’I know, I know. No one’s had it worse than you.’‘Damn rig...

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“My Dream Hometown” by Faruk Ahmed

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My Dream Hometown Faruk Ahmed Date: 23-09-2022 Today, I'm grateful that I have been able to do something for the village I was born and raised in. This is my home where I was brought up with immense love and affection. I always had a lifelong dream for it, one that I have fulfilled today. Since the morning my friends and local prominent people have come to visit and congratulate me in my village home, including the local Commissioner, City Mayor and local Journalists! The living space was filled with echoes of laughter a...

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“The red-eye flight” by Dao Huy Kien

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The dim light did not make it easier for Giang to sleep but only cause her to sink into a vague fear. Among sleeping strangers around, Giang felt loneliness filling her heart. She felt cold, which was not resulted from the air-conditioner but her sorrow. She recalled her previous flight a month before. It was the reverse flight. She was so happy at that moment when she was in the flight returning to her hometown after two years studying abroad. Eagerness and plans danced in her minds. She imagined her parents would cry from happiness when th...

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Write a story in which someone returns to their hometown.

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✍️ 81 stories

“"William Raymond Lawson, Is That You?"” by Aeris Walker

“Another Woman's Son” by Kelsey H

“God Save The Queue” by PJ Aitken

“Bury Me Home” by Kevin Marlow

“To Be Heard” by Hannah P. Simmons

“Alien Jam” by Rama Shaar

“Sex, Drugs, and Bunny Rabbits” by Graham Kinross

“Sunlight Therapy” by Carol Sanderson

“Farewell to Knuckle Falls ” by John K Adams

“You're Never as Far as You Think” by Anne O

“Home” by Elliot Moss

“my corner of the world” by Sage Britton

“Home Town” by Mel Dingwall

“My Dream Hometown” by Faruk Ahmed

“The red-eye flight” by Dao Huy Kien

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