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“What. Is. My. Name.” by Edward Roberts

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Like every other work day for the past two years, I arrived for my shift at 5:45 AM after stopping at the corner florist to pick up a fresh bouquet for the lobby. With a freshly pressed doorman’s uniform, matching cap, a smile and a name tag that read ALDEN, I was the youngest doorman to ever grace this lobby and was determined to keep the forty-eight residents of The Gloucester happy from sunrise to sunset. I replaced yesterday’s flowers and tidied the lobby. If one of the leather club chairs were askew, a few residents were prone to ...

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“Max Meets Tessie” by Kathleen Cramer

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My Aunt Kailea remembers a time when she was out walking with Gunther, her white Siberian tiger and finest of friends, near their favorite creek on the island of Mu where she was born. We are in her cozy house in Washington state where I have taken on the task of writing her memoir. From time to time, I will add my own comments in the narration of her story. Aunt K loves to close her eyes when she needs to summon up a long-ago memory. She is now in her 80s but looks and feels like she’s a woman 30 years younger. When she ...

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“The Fire Within ” by Princess Ugboaja

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People often say that anger is a destructive force, a wildfire that burns everything in its path, leaving behind only ashes and regret. But what if anger could be transformed into something beautiful, something powerful? What if, instead of consuming us, it could fuel creation and bring people together? This is the story of Akira, a girl who harnessed the fire within her to create something extraordinary. In the heart of a small village nestled among towering mountains, Akira was known for her fiery spirit and her remarkable pottery. Her lif...

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“I WOULD RATHER AVOID THIS PARTICULAR "STAGE" COACH” by Sylvia Moscovitz

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On the plane down to South Carolina to see her brother, a month after her father’s death which had happened eight weeks after her mother’s death, Susan, for the first time in her life, had no fear of flying. No fear, really, of anything. Anger? Yes, in abundance. But fear? The two worst things that she’d always imagined happening had just happened. The idea of a plane crash was strangely comforting. If it turned out that there was an afterlife, she’d see her parents again. If not, she’d be very dead and, one would imagine, completely unaware...

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“I’m Not Allowed to Be Angry” by Asa Conroy

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I am not allowed to be angry, but you are. You always are. I am the source of your anger, but at the times when I am not, I am the one who receives it. You do not think of the times I remember your screaming, your face turning red, sucking the spit from your teeth so that it may not fly from your mouth, the way you hit everything around you except for people, and leave me to wonder when that will change. I remember it all, because how could I forget. The marks of your anger are scratched onto my brain, even though my skin is clear and free. ...

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“Now I Scream” by Jay Dotson

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The black screen fades to a wide shot of a suburban house. It holds still for ten seconds before zooming in. As it does so, the sounds of frantic breathing grow louder and louder, but their source is not visible. Professor Valen Vale leans back behind the connected desk of the third row of seats in Lecture Hall 308, his impressively toned and lightly tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest. His cheeks and forehead, seemingly chiseled from Greek marble, are relaxed but disconcertingly firm. To the average man, it would be difficult to tel...

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“I am a forest fire” by Elsabe De Walt

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It resounded like elephants marching outside her room with a dense smell of materials recklessly thrown together to declare importance to themselves, and she awakes with a shrill to inform any intruder that she’s aware of their presence. But, it would’ve been a dream if someone had entered their home. No, this was far worse than she imagined could happen as her mother rushed through black clouds into her room, urging her to hurry outside.The birds hadn’t begun their morning songs as glass sliced their hands to circulate more air through the ...

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“The Key To Less Cortisol ” by Chelsea Caffey

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Warning: some swearing and sexual referenceIf there is anything more irritating than when my children refuse to get buckled in their car seats, it is when they don’t actually mind getting buckled in their car seats, and the only thing standing between me and backing out of my driveway is my goddamn missing keys. I’ve lost my keys or something of equal importance so often that I’ve unwittingly conditioned my two-year-old to ask if I have my (insert thing I forgot yesterday) every time I switch into reverse.Sometimes a mild case of absent-mind...

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“Two Passing Strangers” by JOHN SIKO

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TWO PASSING STRANGERS In the back of the deuce-and-a-half mud-covered truck sat twelve members of Able company, identified by the screaming eagle on their sleeve as members of the 82nd Airborne. They are tired, dirty, hungry, and need a shower. One of the weary and dirty GIs was Stanley Dombrowski, a draftee from the south side of Chicago. This group returns from a ten-day skirmish with Charlie in a delta rice paddy. Stan is not only returning from the battle but is returning from his yearlong tour of duty in Nam. He ...

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“Silent raging sea” by Dunja Inajetovic

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“Alma, your arms and shoulders healed nicely.” He said, though not smiling to that piece of good news. “However, your legs… need some time – more time. You’ll have to go to re-education regularly and you’ll have to be in a wheelchair for a long time.” Dad turns pale, his hands shaking while holding my mothers’ hands as I see tears filling her eyes. It feels as if they’re the one who can’t walk and who are targeted by the news and not me. Me sitting in the chair, still. The doctor, which I never seem to remember his name looks at me expecting...

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“The Voice” by J.B. Redel

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TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains mentions of the following:Gun violenceStrong languageMental Health Reader discretion is advised. ****** “This is it. My life is over.” Calm down. “Don’t tell me to calm down! It’s your fault we’re in this mess!” Don’t put all the blame on me. I wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger. “So what? You were the one who told me to do it!” Oh, don’t try to act innocent. You wanted to kill that bastard as much as I did. In fact, it took hardly any convincing at all for you to– “Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Because...

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“The Last Day” by Marcia Szymanski

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Sherry’s dog, Lance, greeted her at the end of the work day, the way he did every day when she returned from the office. He was always so happy to see her. But today, she walked past him, threw and large manila envelope on the kitchen island, took off her jacket, threw it over the sofa and literally kicked off her heels. Lance came up behind her and nuzzled her hand. “No Lance, not now.” Lance backed away; circled around to face her. He licked her hand. “Lance,” Sherry grabed his collar, “no, I said not now, sit.” He sat and stare...

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“Don’t You Know Who I Am?” by William Parks

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It wasn’t the first time I’d stumbled home from a bar. I’m not proud of that. I’m way too old to be stumbling home drunk, but that’s what happened. I’ve lived in this condo for, oh, ten years now. Bought it up when the city center started to get revitalized back in the early 30s. Everyone thought the world was ending, so they didn’t invest much in real estate. Anyway, there I was, drunk, in the hallway outside my condo. Was I very drunk? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I got to my door, though, and asked it to open up. Like I do every time ...

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“Everything Is Not Fine” by Jill Gagnon

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My daughter calls most mornings on her way to work. We moved to Florida several years ago; our kids stayed in Maine. We like to check in on each other. We’re not old-old. I’m not on Medicare though my husband passed that milestone two years ago. But we got tired of worrying over unanswered calls and developed a routine. A quick ten minutes to ensure everything is fine, laugh a little, vent a lot, and say I love you. We always say I love you or some variation. Love you, love you guys, tell Dad I love him, kiss the kids for me. My son, on ...

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“Mourning Dove” by Grace Stevens

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My last fingernail has been ripped off. I no longer have any fingernails. I’ve somehow found myself stuck in a pit, and like any sane person, I’ve tried my absolute hardest to get myself out. The hours I have spent trying to climb the walls and pry myself out of this pit have been agonising, and every time I feel as if I’ve gotten a grip, I’ve lost a nail. Sometimes people pass by me and peer into the hole I’m trapped in. Sometimes they laugh as if it’s a game. I picture a game show host or a zookeeper presenting me like enterta...

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Write a story about anger.

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✍️ 64 stories

“What. Is. My. Name.” by Edward Roberts

“Max Meets Tessie” by Kathleen Cramer

“The Fire Within ” by Princess Ugboaja

“I WOULD RATHER AVOID THIS PARTICULAR "STAGE" COACH” by Sylvia Moscovitz

“I’m Not Allowed to Be Angry” by Asa Conroy

“Now I Scream” by Jay Dotson

“I am a forest fire” by Elsabe De Walt

“The Key To Less Cortisol ” by Chelsea Caffey

“Two Passing Strangers” by JOHN SIKO

“Silent raging sea” by Dunja Inajetovic

“The Voice” by J.B. Redel

“The Last Day” by Marcia Szymanski

“Don’t You Know Who I Am?” by William Parks

“Everything Is Not Fine” by Jill Gagnon

“Mourning Dove” by Grace Stevens

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