Write a story about someone coming to terms with how different they are from their younger self.

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“Til Dusk Do Us Part” by Samuel Bowen

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The elegant and noble gaze of Caul Ebb remained transfixed on the smatter of blood and gore that coated his hands. A corpse lay at his feet drooling bile onto his well polished shoes. The face was unrecognizable and barely attached to the shredded remnants of the body. The grey flesh hung limp and bloodless, fluttering like flags in the wind. Caul watched as liquid trailed down his fingers and dropped like rain watering the corpse beneath him. The night’s wind gifted him the putrid pungency of death in a vile breath of a breeze. At the horri...

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“Reminisce” by Teddy K

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The restaurant is dimly lit, which is exactly how she likes it. Since she had reminded him, he couldn’t quite figure out why she likes to dine in the dark. He would much rather be somewhere bright and open, where he could see her features more clearly. Not only does he want to admire her, but he also thinks that a stuffy restaurant is a pretty piss-poor option for a first date. It wasn’t really their first date, but they hadn’t seen each other since their dramatic breakup in their sophomore year of college. Perhaps a restaurant wit...

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“Backyard Reflections” by Skyler Dune

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After a long drive home, I stretch my back, move my neck around in an awkward circle, and wiggle my toes. My feet are practically numb from being crammed in tight sneakers all day while I drove. It’s two in the afternoon, and I look out the window while I rinse my navy travel mug in the kitchen sink. I focus on the pool in my backyard – the streaks of light scattered on the surface of the water, the bees landing on the curved concrete edge, and the honeysuckles glowing as the sun shines through their small petals. I love the quiet of...

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“The Memorial” by Natalie Schmitt

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“Hey,” someone’s soft, gruff voice said into my ear. “Hey,” it said again, a little louder this time. I was starting to wake up. I heard the clack-clack of the train on the rails, and a whistle, softened by the distance between my compartment and the front of the steam engine. I opened my eyes groggily. The noises of the train were starting to gradually slow. I had been on this train for almost 12 hours, but given what I had to do next, I wasn’t sure I was ready to get off it. I looked at the man sitting next to me. I had spoken to him at t...

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“Her New And Improved Version” by Latha Prakash

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The wind howled. The floral drapes swayed waywardly like the unrestrained human emotions. The pearls lining the big-sized mirror shone under the dim yellow light. Debra entered the room and placed her plush bag that was encrusted with real coral and turquoise stones on the table. Seated on a chair, she stared at her reflection. Freeing her petite frame of the woolen preserver, she examined the wrinkles that bedecked her skin. The windows rattled and diverted her focus. She walked to the windows and closed them. She removed the French barrett...

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“The Serpent of Pride” by Kevin Alphatooni

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“Well if that’s how you feel, THEN THERE’S THE DOOR!” My words cut through her like a jagged blade. Her blue eyes widened, horrified by its bluntness. Even I was surprised about the way it came out. So forceful. “You’re a cold-hearted jerk, Allen,” Darlene cried as she ran away from me, “I don’t even know what I saw in you.” A tide of fresh anger swelled within me, urging me to retort her claim but, before I could respond, she was already out of the room and quickly gathering her things. Part of me knew she wanted me to follow ...

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“A Hitman's Demise” by Brian Nk

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Every hour, every minute, every second, I get closer to a day I thought would never come. My lawyers always said, "Keep the faith." Those money-hungry bastards would say anything to keep the checks coming in.How can I keep the faith after 15 years locked up with 40 more to go? Can I be blamed for losing what the saints call hope? They keep calling it a miscarriage of justice and then start rambling all sorts of jibberish. They're probably admitting to each other "we're fucked" in Latin.To be honest, I didn't give a fuck, never did. I'm ...

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“A CHANCE MEETING” by Melinda Madrigal

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MAISIE A chance meeting was all it took to remind me of what I lost all those years ago. One sunny day at the local cafe I bumped into him. He didn't recognize me but I knew him. He left without saying sorry. I left the cafe disappointed. What did I expect of him, for him to crawling back to me, so we can be friends once again after what I did to him. I was a horrible person when I was young but I changed and how do I tell him that. The very next day He came back to the cafe. He called me Maisie. He knew who I was after all. We talked, t...

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“Taking Control” by Madison Eccleton

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“I’ll see you after class, Percy.” Cali looks down at Percy with a sweet smile, tall and dressed in a sleeveless lavender turtleneck tucked into a similar colored plaid skirt that he wears. “By the tree?” “Yeah… by the tree.” Percy, much shorter than Cali and dressed in a dark red sweater with faded black jeans, nods. “I’ll see you.” He watches Cali walk away, a sort of longing in his eyes as he grips the strap of his messenger bag; should he say something? They always spend time together in private, for the most part. Cali has been really...

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“Raquel's evolution” by F.O. Morier

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Regret is a rare luxury… One day a year she allowed herself to be sad for a few hours. A few hours where she surrendered with reckless abandon to the feeling of abandonment and melancholy. One day a year; her birthday! On the other side of the street, the grass lay like a veil. There was only silence. All sound seemed muffled in the softness of spring. This was only an imaginary silence, for the laughter of a child at play floated through it. The sky shone so divinely bright above the grey outline of the city. Something seemed trapped in tha...

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“Dear Chiara Grace, from Chiara Grace” by Chiara Grace

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Dear Chiara Grace, When I first read the prompts for this week’s contest, I didn’t know what to do. Not because I was short on ideas, but quite the contrary. Each prompt sparked in me different ideas. Being controversial in my writing allows me to free on paper those ideas I could never speak out loud. I thought to myself that this was the theme for me. But the time to decide which prompt to choose and to elaborate came. I was driven towards writing a story about old friends that meet one another after a long time. But there it was, th...

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“How Different I am from my Younger Self” by Kaitlyn Wadsworth

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When writing to prompts, there are ones that appeal and ones that don't. This one appealed because 'coming to terms with how different I am now than in my youth,' is an active thing I wrangle with, and it isn't something I have achieved. Who would if they believed people de-evolve once they reach the prime of life? Or if they believe growing old should refer to a state of maturity and wisdom, not a state of becoming physically decrepit. Maturity is a state of mind because aging is compulsory but growing up is optional. Those who choose the...

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“Auburnsborro Church” by James Kelly

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by James Ross Kelly You could always look out the windows if the sermons went overly long in 1962. There were pigs there in a well rooted field. The faithful were few then, but there were children forced to hear religion from their World War II veteran era parents who, with notable exceptions had mostly abandoned the notion personally, but still felt it had taught basic morality 101—and everyone needs some of that. So, a lot of the children were delivered up there on Sunday’s. Fred caught a ride with the Pastor and his wife and two daughters...

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“When I was a wildchild...” by Asia Perrine

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When I was a child, The world was large. I had so much to do and many adventures to go on. Thrill seeking, camping trips by myself, I would run through the tall grass and pet wild horses that let me hold them close. I would try to keep wild dogs as pets and befriend cats I found in barns. The world was my oyster and I was a noble and wild adventurer. Even when I felt alone. When I began to ask myself Why I was so alone I would compare myself to peter pan. I would say I am simply a lost girl who is on her own way to neverland and things w...

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“Never.” by Jennifer Grace

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He was so close, she could see the individual follicles on his unshaven cheek: a plantation of oily black holes sprouting tiny branchless trees. She thought about trying to count them, drawing an imaginary fence between the diamond stud in his earlobe and the first grey whisker on his chin. But she couldn’t concentrate. He was hurting her too much. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her head back into the pillow, willing herself to soften beneath him, despite the pain. He would be done with her soon, and then she never ...

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Write a story about someone coming to terms with how different they are from their younger self.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 49 stories

“Til Dusk Do Us Part” by Samuel Bowen

“Reminisce” by Teddy K

“Backyard Reflections” by Skyler Dune

“The Memorial” by Natalie Schmitt

“Her New And Improved Version” by Latha Prakash

“The Serpent of Pride” by Kevin Alphatooni

“A Hitman's Demise” by Brian Nk

“A CHANCE MEETING” by Melinda Madrigal

“Taking Control” by Madison Eccleton

“Raquel's evolution” by F.O. Morier

“Dear Chiara Grace, from Chiara Grace” by Chiara Grace

“How Different I am from my Younger Self” by Kaitlyn Wadsworth

“Auburnsborro Church” by James Kelly

“When I was a wildchild...” by Asia Perrine

“Never.” by Jennifer Grace

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story where someone says, “Everything is changing.”

Write about two old friends meeting for the first time in years.

Write about someone whose desire to constantly improve something borders on obsessive.

Write a story about a brilliant scientist making a startling discovery.

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