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Write about someone who returns as an adult to a place they last visited as a child.

Posted in Adults on Oct 26, 2022

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“Faith like surgeries” by Lauren Adjei-Tawiah

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His favourite colour had always been blue. Not because it was depressing or anything -it wasn't- but because it seemed to soak in the light, and then give some of it back. "Like black," he said to me once, "but less dead, less drab." Lucky for him our scrubs are blue. He said it was a sign from God. "There's a reason for everything so I believe that there's a reason my colour is blue. Blue shows I'm in the right place." Those were his words. All the days I had known him in civilian garb, he never presented himself to the world without a blue...

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“That Day” by Via L

Submitted to Contest #11

I walked slowly up the pathway to the front of the house. It had been so many years since someone had been here, and even longer since I had. The once quaint bushes that used to grow on either side of the path that had used to only gently spill over onto the concrete now grew with nothing to hold it back, leaving very little room for walking. I ran my hand along the rusty railing barely hanging on to the three steps that led up to the front door. My hand clanged on the metal, making a dull clink...clink...clink noise, and it wobbled with ea...

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“It's a Different Place” by DEVIKA P

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He was eleven years old and had to leave his birth country to go and live in a foreign country for better life prospects.Life changed as a light switch from on to off he didn't have a clue of what to expect in this foreign land. At first, he lived with family in a small town. He was not familiar with this family and lived in a small house. Each day was a nightmare to go out with friends and to meet boys of his age group to behave as an eleven-year-old boy.The eleven-year-old boy thought lots of his childhood he had left behind and could...

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“The Headmaster's Office” by Renee Jacobs

Submitted to Contest #11

I push my the palms of my hands into my eye sockets, relishing the combination of suction and warmth around my eyes. The pressure of my knuckles on my brow-bone forces a type of calm into my brain and, after this pause, I resume staring, disappointed but somehow unsurprised, at my phone. The voice of the caller still whips around my mind, “It’s about Isla. She got into a fight with another girl. Can you come in?”We sit, side-by-side, a mother and her daughter in silence. Isla fidgets in her seat, her legs, covered by black tights (themselves...

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“Home sweet home” by Efrat Rosen

Submitted to Contest #11

And here I am again. It's being 13 years since the last time I was here. It's almost as I nothing changed. But this time, by my side was my husband, Dror.13 years ago, we bought another house and rented this one. As I told my mother I am pregnant, she told I could go living there if I wish too, as the renting contract of the current residents is about to end in three months, and they have no interest staying there.As I looked about the house of my childhood, I couldn't but wonder what made them leave it. Well, I knew why we did. But it's bee...

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“Isolated Thunderstorms in the Morning, Sunny in the Afternoon” by Hamadryad 77

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Wow, what a tiny space! If I tried to crawl under there, it would feel a lot tighter than before, but I think... umph... not impossible. Nope, it's not impossible. I'm animate. I live and I grew, but this bed cannot. It's logical, yes, but my mind can't seem to make sense of it. Was I really so small? Was this really the bed? I was and it is. So I used to come under here... hm, because I was tired sometimes? No. It was because... ouch, it was because I was afraid. The pain I felt is coming back to me, rushing in and right by my heart. It's a...

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“Cocktail Memory” by Amy Wannenburgh

Submitted to Contest #11

She’s crying into her drink and the world keeps dancing. Like it always does, of course, war or no war. Tears or no tears. Not that she expects it to stop. But there’s a part of her that wants to be Margo in All About Eve - to lose it completely, let it all out in a rage, jump up, throw her glass at the shelf behind the bar, and scream into the face of anyone who will listen.Or maybe just cry into someone’s shirt. That will do, too. She sighs sharply, choked breath hissing through her lungs. She clicks her cracked nails on the glass and star...

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“Summer at Camp Lagerie” by R P Lenney

Submitted to Contest #11

I had almost forgotten the smell of pine. A fresh smell of clean air and pine needles, giving the sensation of your lungs being opened up and detoxed from the smog of a city life. I could feel the air move around me as it circled the lake and drifted through the trees, collecting their scent and delivering it to my memory.Camp Lagerie welcomed my memory. The wood-log cabins were connected by un-renovated dirt paths that had now become discolouration’s in the grass rather than gravel paths. Standing under the entrance arch, the vines seemed t...

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“Last Visited as a Child” by Lynn Davis

Submitted to Contest #11

It was a place of miracles. As a adult, Merry didn't always live up to her name. As a child, she definitely did.Merry thought about this place of her childhood as she finished up her 3D model. She loved the challenge of designing home decor in her office studio, but she missed the fresh air in this place of miracles.This place of miracles had the material she worked with most, the wood of the maple tree.She relished tomorrow as her last day at the design firm. Ten years had been fruitful and she would miss working with the friends she had ma...

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“The Junk Park” by Daniel Eanes

Submitted to Contest #11

  The Junk ParkByDaniel EanesPrompt Used:“Write about someone who returns as an adult to a place they last visited as a child.” Dylan’s therapist had suggested that he take time off from his highly demanding and stressful schedule. He was told to take time to relax and take in some of the things that brought him joy, whether it was something he enjoyed doing in the present or the memory of something that brought him joy in the past. For some reason, the first thought that came into his mind was a trip back home – taking ...

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“Cheat The Devil” by Sarah Beal

Submitted to Contest #11

Hello. I`m Asuka Kentaro, a slave of the dead. You see, I sold my soul to the devil some years ago and since then, I have been living in Hell and doing little things here and there for the devil. Most think that Hell is considered a bad place, well it sorta is, but I chose to be here. Most of the people who I`ve seen here since 2011 have been in prison for their whole life in the world above or did bad things to certain people. I`ve seen people who I have seen once before when I was still living. Most being the people I went to highschool wi...

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“Paranormal Carnival” by Jay McClinton

Submitted to Contest #11

Fire burns around me, resembling the sun's heat I once felt here as a child. “Growl!” I look to my right and that warm sensation is replaced with terror. A group of men watch me walk through this place that was once filled with joy. The men are buff, hairy, and have teeth as sharp as knives. Their eyes glowed in the misty night. I speed walk further away from them in hopes of not starting trouble. They are out of sight and I return to viewing the rides. The rides were old, well older, and were barely hanging on for dear life. The hinges were...

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“Memories” by Scott Jackson

Submitted to Contest #11

I don’t recall what I thought as I was being carried away in the arms of a person I will never know but I do recall the feeling of being loved even though the person holding me was a total stranger. After surviving for 2 years in Bergen-Belsen, the last year alone as my mother had died in the camp, I was being rescued. I entered the camp at the age of 4. I left at the age of 6 but the camp has never left me. Now 75 years later I was returning to the place where so many died including my father and my mother. I have grown to be thankful that ...

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“The Limited” by Eddie White

Submitted to Contest #11

It's been quite some time since I've felt the sun on my skin here in Mudrow, basking in the gentle warmth of it's rays. It's also been the same amount of time since I've felt these beautiful winds grace my neck and shoulders like a massage from Aeolus. Paired with the sun's embrace, this brought me joy and peace, albeit briefly. As I stand on this cliff hearing the sounds of the waves splashing against the foot of it and the terns on the beach below belting out slurred melodic burrs like they're part of an avian chorus, I become beset w...

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“An Old Soldier Goes Home” by Robert Sullivan

Submitted to Contest #11

Jack has been in the hospital two days before he meets Jasmine; she comes into his room shortly after dinner with his medicine.           “Hello Lieutenant,” Jasmine virtually sings as she deposits the paper cup of pills on his rolling table and proceeds to check all of his machines and their readings.           “Hi,” Jack manages to articulate as he struggles to sit up and assess the nurse, turning the TV off.   &nbsp...

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