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Write a scene in which a character’s behavior or reaction to something is affected by a past experience — without saying what that experience was.

Posted in Character on Sep 15, 2023

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How the Leopard Lost its Spots

Shortlisted for Contest #216 ⭐️

A gull can fly but Asad could race across the beach like a boy with wings. Gathering speed, he would run lightly across the pebbles, laughing at my attempts to catch him. He was always two steps ahead, but my imagination lifts the memory and gives it flight, so he rises up, soaring clear of the shore. Across the waters, arms outstretched, he disappears into the hope and fear of the horizon. If I squeeze my eyes shut, I am with him, gliding like a seagull against a blood-red sunset. I picture us, arms sprouting feathers, mouths open, shr...

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The Sugar Thief

Submitted to Contest #216

Things I don’t like about Ina:1.   She’s old.2.   She smiles too much.3.   She always tries to use coupons that have expired.4.   She wears cheap, ugly clothes.5.   She calls me “dearie.”Things I like about Ina:1.   She’s a sugar thief.                                     ...

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Another Queen on the Board

Submitted to Contest #216

You can’t go home right now. Go to that pizza place that’s always open. Order the buffalo chicken. You have some cash on you from the other day when Uncle Greg slipped you a twenty. That’s enough for two slices. You can have some pizza and check your phone. Play some chess. You need to play more chess. You’re good, but you could be better. You always give up your bishops right off the bat. That’s no way to play. You gotta protect your pieces. I don’t care if the other guy is willing to give up his good pieces; that doesn’t mean you have to...

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Another Chance

Shortlisted for Contest #216 ⭐️

“Good morning, Arthur,” I say, as the thick metal door shuts behind me with a ponderous clang. Multiple locks automatically click into place, sounding like a series of gunshots. “How are you today?” “Oh, just peachy, Doc.” The man sitting on the other side of the table shifts in his chair. The links of the manacles he wears—bolted to the scuffed, battered tabletop—jingle and clink. “And you?” “Can’t complain, Arthur. Can’t complain.” I set a folder on the table, careful to keep it out of Arthur’s reach. Then I slip into the seat opposite him...

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A Journey to belief

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I find it hard to believe that I am loved now. I just can’t accept that it’s true. I’ve lost the belief of anyone being able to love me. My mother? No. My father? No. My brother? No. My boyfriend? No. I don’t feel lovable anymore. No matter how many people show me sorts of affection. “Nat? Did you hear me? I love you” He’s staring at me, his tough hands resting on my shoulders, as if attempting to pull me together, waiting for a response to sliver out of my mouth. Waiting for an “I love you too”. But I’m slipping out of reality. Slipping i...

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Anne-Marie, The Story I Can’t Tell You

Submitted to Contest #216

T/W: This story contains explicit language and depictions of child abuse. Please read at your own discretion.“Let me see that,” I say. I pull her into my lap, smelling her apple scented hair. Tears trickle down her cheeks while cries hiccup from her chest. She needs me. Blood droplets form from a scrape on her shin. It’s not as bad as she makes it out to be. It seldom is. I never tell her so. Only we feel our pain, after all. What is a minor ache to someone might be an unbearable weight to another.  “Stop that stupid fucking c...

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The Hitchhiker

Submitted to Contest #216

The hitchhiker stood firm on the side of the poorly kept desert road, his left thumb stuck up at an almost unnatural angle. In his other hand, he held a piece of cardboard that had Phoenix written crudely in black Sharpie. Behind him, a mile away if not more, was the town of Las Vegas, the neon lights from the city barely visible from where the hitchhiker was stationed. As he patiently waited, the hitchhiker tried to think of how he had ended up here, why he would have ever wanted to go to a place that somehow would make him poorer, but his ...

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Crack in the plate

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"Sorry" said Viv. "you're too late."   Muted colours that dance in the shadows, the words reverberated in Edwin's mind. For what this time? "You're too late". A crack in the plate. The words hung in the air, sort of as if it was a lingering melancholic melody that pulled the strings of Edwin's heart. Words that seemed lost, whispering a lost dream, tantalizingly close yet ever so distant. Like a song you cherish, but the lyrics slip through the cracks of your memory. Leaving nothing but a faint resonance. Edwin thought, “somet...

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My Sweet Petunia Scene 5

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“Hello, my sweet Petunia. You’re looking pretty tonight.” “Why do you always call me that Sam?” “Pretty?” “A petunia. Why a petunia?” “It’s a pretty flower.” “Lots of pretty flowers.” “I just like petunias in particular.” “You know, you always say I look good. Good for my age, you mean?” “No, just good. I think you’re beautiful Deborah.” “How old do you think I am Sam?” “I don’t know. You never told me.” “You never told me how old you are neither.” “You never asked me. You always said it don’t matter, and it d...

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Pooltime Serenade

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Her feet are at the poolside, placed on the very edge, toes primed for the plunge. Her body is a stiff, unwieldy skeletal structure. Her bikini feels like bondage and the unforgiving sun roasts her exposed back. Sara is stuck in limbo – one that exists between the solid and watery worlds. Everyone around her is laughing and squealing, as if they’re mocking her fear as she inches forwards. She tries to drown out the sounds, but it is impossible. Everyone is in full-fledged holiday mode, except for her. This is her moment: the one she worried ...

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Reunited?

Submitted to Contest #216

"Visit Grandma? Oh n-" Sonya stifled an 'Oh no'. "Oh great," she finished lamely, glad that her mother couldn't see her from over the phone. "I thought you would like it," her mother said. "You must be looking forward to seeing her again after so long. You two were so close." She still remembered the cheerful, carefree Sonya of ten years ago, the one who giggled when she was tickled and said in her adorable indignant voice that she 'wasn't a baby anymore'. How much had changed since then. On the other end, Sonya was having the same thou...

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Destiny's Violent Strings

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I sat at the corner table in a dreary inn in Swanknoll, very aware of the eyes that found me. The small mountain village was used to passersby almost every day, most traveling from Ríse to Kruh Zivota, and still, their glares painted a vivid picture of how welcome I was. If there was another way through the mountains, I would use it, but I was here, instead. Talons wrapped around the mug, I brought it to my beak and swallowed, shuddering at the ale’s bitterness. Its taste twisted with the inn’s odor of sweat and smoke in my mouth as I took ...

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Rosalee

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 1. Rosalee The man used his hands to push himself backward and away from Rosalee as she walked toward him; the rasp of his rugged jeans and boots dragging against the splintered, wooden floor pulled her along. She gravitated toward the sound as if she were blind and being guided by a trusted voice, the only other noises being her own footsteps and the man's gasping cries. The man moved quicker, but Rosalee continued a calmly paced walk. He finally came up against the wall behind him and Rosalee watched through blurred vision as the man...

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An obsolete picture

Submitted to Contest #216

In the early 2000s, before the digital camera age began in India, people mostly used cameras which took a long time to develop pictures. During this time, if somebody had a Polaroid it was a huge deal. This is why you could find many photographers around famous areas of the city where they approach you with an offer to click your pictures and then sell them to you for an unusually high price. Most of them did it for money as there was not enough work to be found for a photographer during that time.  Now that you know this, let the sto...

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He is not in danger

Submitted to Contest #216

He is not in danger. At the very least, being in danger gave him something to focus on. To be busy with. Cherry stares at the ceiling.  The peeling white paint.  The abandoned spider web in the corner he never got around to clearing up. The mundaneness of it all. The ceiling, the room, the emptiness and the silence. It all stares back at him. The root of the problem stays all too overwhelming, yet staying here, staying stagnant… he had expected better of himself.  He was not in danger anymore. Yet he just feels l...

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