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Write a story about someone who's haunted by their past.

Posted in Character on Oct 28, 2022

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✍️ 252 stories

The Pain of the Past

Raquel Rodriguez

Submitted to Contest #51

You shiver and squirm in your bed, your nightmares and daydreams - if they can actually be called by that name - showing you what you don't want to see or remember.Five things you remember from that night:One.His whispers in your ear, coercing you not to tell anyone.Two.Watching his blond hair to distract yourself from what was going on.Three.The smell of pina colada in your nose, making you even more confused.Four.The taste of coconut chapstick, which your mother told you to put on.Five.The coldness of his touch against your skin.Every day,...

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Friends Forever

Submitted to Contest #51

I used to have an imaginary friend. I believe his name was Jeff, or Tom, or something along those lines. For the sake of this story though we're going to call him Tom. I imagined Tom when I was around the age of six. He had sandy blond hair and brown eyes. He wore black leather, head to toe, and forever wore a smile. I imagined him to be around the age of thirteen, the noblest and coolest of ages to a six-year-old child. I imagined him to drive a motorcycle, modern laws forgotten in a six-year-old mind. He'd drive that motorcycles all ov...

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The Past Behind

Vicky S

Submitted to Contest #51

I never saw the end coming. It was only a short distance to my house and the cold wind blowing between the rows of houses causing the rubbish to fly in all directions, meant that no one else was out. They were all tucked up safe and warm inside their houses, the curtains drawn so they didn’t have to see out. Probably all watching the television. And it had been late. Maybe some were actually asleep. The thick clouds blocked the moon. The light trickling down to the ground was minimal. Even the street lights seemed to be more dim than normal...

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Memoriae

ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝐻𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝒽𝑜𝑔

Submitted to Contest #51

By the time I got there, the black cat was already sitting on the bench, the one with the peeling green paint and the inscription “In memory of Mrs. Hallie Goodwall”. “So?” His yellow eyes glowed eerily in the dark, seeing right through my question like two beams of a flashlight cutting through the darkness. He sighed, too, so at least I knew he could still speak. Or maybe I was just making sure I could hear him, making sure that I was still a freak.“Addie, dear, you’ve got to be patient,” he drawled, looking positively bored. “I’m a ca...

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A Strange Night

Tariq Saeed

Submitted to Contest #51

Some people believe that story is some thing or some narration which is untrue. When you say” Story”it means its all fictional not trueToday in this column I’m presenting some “True Life Events.”did happen in our village some sixty years ago. .In those days life was very modest.The sources of channel of life were very narrow and limited.There were scarcity of all the facilities and amenities of daily life and the population growth was very thin.Occupation of the villagers were mostly Farming.The Farmers were living a very meagre life.Th...

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Hate

Submitted to Contest #51

I hate watching the news. Every single night, the battered little box flickers on for the daily broadcast at 8pm. It’s hard to watch when all that the perfectly preened presenter drones on about is the demolition of the hate group, Zerex. It’s even harder to watch it when I used to be part of the same group. It wasn’t even my choice: I didn’t ask to be born to two brainwashed adults, who also happened to be part of the founders. The box roars to life now, as the screechy music fills the room accompanied by dramatic bangs as the newsca...

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Make a decision now

Nirosha P

Submitted to Contest #51

It is just another weekday. I am in my clinic, treating people. As a doctor, you’re always in charge. The nurses have no choice but to listen to you. You can boss the nurses however you want. You could even make them do your work. But I didn’t. I was a fair doctor. I was not going to cheat by giving my work to my nurses unlike some people I know. As the evening comes to an end, I am going to leave with my nurses, I have locked all the doors. Then I go to lock the last door, the office. The door is wide open,...

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B-R-E-A-T-H

Anja Z

Submitted to Contest #51

“Lights”“Camera”“Action”“Wait no, I’m not ready yet.”“Take five.”I have been rehearsing over and over again, months on and months off for this moment, this final opportunity. This should be as easy as wiping my own butt, but yet here I am experiencing the insane process of stress: over and over again.Will I remember my words? Am I good enough? Should I quit?My husband has been diagnosed with cancer, my mother died last year, father the year before that. My life is a mess, yet I’m here, but for what purpose am I here, only to let the emotions...

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Haunted

Submitted to Contest #51

I don’t know why I decided to go on the ferry ride tonight, especially tonight of all nights. Perhaps it was because I’d always liked the water. It had carried me away from a horrible place. I can forget it also bore me to that horrible place. I lay in my small cabin, my mind drifting, the sounds outside on the deck muted through the walls. My eyes suddenly shot open as I felt the light momentarily dim, as though a shadow had passed over it. My eyes quickly darted around, looking for anything nestled in the darkened corners of the room. ...

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A Voyage of Finality

Tim Law

Submitted to Contest #51

Samantha Starview slumped at the controls of her Cruiser and starred out at the void beyond. The ship was on auto, bleeping rhythmically to inform the pilot that its course remained true. Sam ignored the staccato tune, her mind elsewhere; the bridge, the day of the downpour, that family who chose to step into the path of her vehicle without thinking to look. Sam wiped away a single tear, her mind had become a dark place since that day, since she had decided to switch the hatchback to manual drive, cocky and confident in thinking a little sto...

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Introspection

Eric Falvey

Submitted to Contest #51

My girlfriend and I had just had a big fight. I found out she had been seeing another man on the side. What surprised me, was the fact that I wasn’t angry. Sure, it hurt, it definitely shatters your pride, but at the same time, I understood why. I wasn’t there for her. Women have needs, they crave emotionally intimacy on a level beyond what men crave, at least in my experience. She was a beautiful, vibrant soul, and she demanded, no, deserved, all of my energy, and I just couldn’t give it to her. I certainly wish it hadn’t come to this, I wi...

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Hidden Memories

Catherine Stevens

Submitted to Contest #51

Tall and stately she stands, still elegant in her old age. But time is wearing her down, her façade is crumbling, her shutters broken and her windows are all boarded up. She stands before the wrecking ball with dignity. She knows what’s coming but refuses to beg. In a way she welcomes it, she’s tired, she’s been tired since the fire. The owners wouldn’t give up though, they refurnished and updated her, but nobody came to stay. The picture of the 1970’s fire that gutted her lived long in people’s memories.W...

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Old Haunts

Submitted to Contest #51

When you read or hear about people who are haunted by their past, you probably think like I do. You assume the haunting is done by ghosts and is scary; or you figure the haunting is because of something somebody did which makes them feel ashamed. I suppose I could write about either of those, because I am human, after all. However, I am haunted in a different way. I’d like to explain, because this might be a rare condition and could be cause for concern.. There is another meaning of the verb that we need to include, and it’s the one that p...

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#The Past Came Knocking#

Submitted to Contest #51

Life is a web, so many do not understand the mystery behind it. The saying "I thou know always comes at last". Growing up as a child, Agnes was loved by all. Her parents showered her with so much love and care. Neighbours and well-wishers always appreciated her parents for the good morals instilled in her. Agnes' beauty was compared to the riding of the sun and the dazzling light of the stars. Her long hair, pointed nose, straight legs and good body stature was indeed magnificent! Because of these qualities, Agnes was the talk of the town. B...

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His Clouded Eyes

Annora Chen

Submitted to Contest #51

"Tobias, did you know that in school, there was this really funny incident that happened," Nero blabbered on about the incident that replayed in his head as he lied on his bed, exhausted for the day. Occasionally, Tobias would join him but other times, he preferred floating in the air, organizing the untidy books or stationeries he left on the table. That's right! Tobias could float in midair, could you believe it?Nero met Tobias when he just started kindergarten. Even though they just met, they clicked immediately. The gap between them was ...

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