Write about someone who needs to face their past in order to move forward.
Posted in Adults on Oct 31, 2022
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“Promises and Lies” by Cecilia L. Maddison
*Content Warning- Addiction*You’re whispering your promises again, old friend. I’m always listening out for them, all ears for your sly suggestions. You remind me of the warmth waiting in your arms. It’s all mine, you assure me, for a while at least. I see you curled up in each of the gleaming bottles before me on the shelves of the News and Booze store, grinning coyly, reminding me you’ve never failed to take away the pain. You know I’m yours.The bottles clink as I cradle them like babies in my arms an...
“A Positive Contribution ” by Beth Jackson
Grace wiped a spot of blood off the table, smearing it back and forward with her index finger. She glanced at the clock under the security camera. Nearly lunchtime. One more to go. “Come in,” she called. Footsteps clomped in the hallway, and she nudged a glass of water towards the centre of the table. And then slightly to the left.One more. She could do this. “Ready, Doc?” a guard asked, pausing in the doorway. He was gripping the shoulder ...
“The day I wished I'd died.” by Roxanne J. Black
The past. Everybody has a past. Sometimes the past is a mystery as much as the present—and just as scary and disturbing as the future. In the brief and dangerous journey that humans call life, time is the never-ending, looming shadow, staring with its immortal eyes down at the earth. Time, cold and unforgiving, journals each heartbeat, each blink of an eye, each thought and touch,...
“Take Me Home” by Suma Jayachandar
CW : Reference to suicide, violenceThe mofussil bus threw a cloud of dust and smoke on Lokesh’s face before he could turn away after getting down. The peepal tree stood at the same place, he noted; and the platform around it. Only the wastrels and old men who sat under it, a few chewing betel nuts meditatively, and others gossiping and observing who came to the village and who left it, seemed to have changed. Fifteen years would have sent a few to their graves and others back to their homes.He hoisted his...
“If What You Say Is True” by Robert Gilgoff
I am lucky I have any friends.Well, a few anyway.I am lucky I have a lovely wife and great adult children. My role model as a child was a father who never said please, or thank you. Who would come home from work in a foul mood and think nothing of filling every room with bright, flashing caution lights: Do Not Touch. Do Not Say The Wrong Thing.Please let me be different, keep my dark moods to myself and not spread them like dust in the wind. How dare you belie...
“The Duke Of Plaza-Tourette Syndrome” by Chris Campbell
Since he was ten years old, Justin Weatherly always felt different from everyone else. He couldn’t explain his urges to anyone, convinced he would be ostracised from his school friends, his family, and society in general. Forced to hide his shame away in his bedroom closet, or isolated in the tool shed at the bottom of his garden, he clandestinely hid his affliction from prying eyes and ears, indulging his secret fetish until it ran its course. Afterwards, Justin would feel completely exhausted, almost embarrassed at the recolle...
“BEYOND PARDON” by Betty Afi E.
For most of my life,from up here, a half mile above the earth where everything once looked perfect to me. I stared at the clock “Tik Tok”,it was loud; followed an order like fine lyrics of one's favorite song. I curled myself up into a ball, covering myself with the resplendent mustard duvet reminiscing,reminiscing memories from the past. I wish I could relive those brief years of infancy and childhoo...
“Stuck” by Sara Crutchfield
[Trigger warnings: grief, death of a child]Briar lifted the toddler carefully from the bath and wrapped a fluffy towel around him. She kissed his head and smelled the Burt’s Bees baby shampoo her sister preferred for washing his hair. The warm water had made Isaac sleepy, so Briar supported his head while she dried him, as if he were a newborn. Isaac was two, a year younger than Matty had been. His skin was darker than Matty’s fair, Irish coloring. And Isaac had straight, brown hair while Matty’s was blond and curly. A ...
“A Locket” by Paul Alberts
The setting sun reminded me to sit to rest, and I let myself collapse onto a nearby curb. I’d nearly forgotten what I was walking for, my feet blistered, having memorised the long path home so that I didn’t have to myself.I pulled a chain from my inside jacket pocket, the metal locket at its end smooth and cold against my hand, hooked onto a piece of loose thread so that I had to pause to tug it free. Absentmindedly, just while I sat and let myself breathe, I thumbed the curve of the locket’s surface; a self soothing motion I suppo...
“The Ghost of a Smile” by Cate Stamper
There are a lot of things I wish I knew about death before it hit me. Like how the pain you felt right before just suddenly fades away. Or how you really do get this sense of peace and understanding when you go. Or how you can become a ghost. Being a ghost is not exactly something I would recommend, however. Because you don’t get to move on from the people you love. Because they aren’t gone to you. Sure, you can’t...
“I Talked To Myself” by T. S. Memory
Jane left her apartment and approached the lift, praying along the way that her guest would listen and stay in the bedroom. Jane offered to get some food for them, even though she knew it was more an excuse to get out of the house. Had she stayed, the argument would likely have escalated, and the yelling was sure to attract unwanted attention. Her younger self was in her apartment. Her pregnant, 18-year-...
“Dream A Little Dream Of Me” by Amanda Lieser
CW: allusions to death The airport was bright and busy with holiday traffic. I tapped my foot anxiously on the 80s blue carpet of the plane. The seatbelt light remained glowing in a dingy yellow. Sighs of exasperation were punctured by cries of the baby at the back. I contemplated popping my earbuds back in, at the risk of missing the all important announcement that we could finally ...
“His Past” by Mustang Patty
(This story deals with domestic squabbles - words are harsh, violent, and threatening.)The depression is cloying. Every fiber of my being aches. I wish it were last year or even the year before. Everything was better back then. Or was it? 2002 was not a glorious year. We lost everything when my hubby lost his job. The house, the furniture, and everything else. I kept telling myself that as long as we kept the family together, then none of the rest mattered. But the...
“Return Tour” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com
It took him over thirty years, but on his return tour he would not be carrying thirty pounds of U.S. Army gear, an M-16 and twenty plus pound lead flak vest. He was just twenty year old when he came on his first tour. He was over fifty years old as he flew into Ho Chi Minh City. It was Saigon the first time he came, but there had been a lot of changes since that time. He had also been through three ...
“The Cat Lady” by Katie Blake
The Cat Lady “I just love the cat,” Louise said to the mail lady. “A rescue,” she boasted. Louise’s face- all cheekbones and forehead- was serious with conviction. “My cat, a rescue!” she yelled to the elderly neighbor slapping her cane down the sidewalk. She hung a bony finger in the air, pointing to her house as though transformed into ...
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