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

Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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“The Green Eyes” by Zainab M. M.

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"You will be my new best friend forever, " Anshu said to the ethereal being smiling down at him from the jasmine tree. Her flowing red locks were entwined with the leaves and petals around her, in stark contrast with her vivid green eyes. She was wearing a floaty blue thing, and when she spoke her pale pink lips parted ever so slightly. "Of course I will be Anshu. That is what I am here for." Anshu was pleased. It had only been a week since they had moved to the huge new house, but he already hated it. Not because of its remote location,...

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“The House That Built Me” by Susanna Hamde

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I drive past the pond and up the hill and halt the car at the stop sign for a longer time than a usual stop sign. I looked at where I was and see the wide pasture with the beautiful sun beaming over the walls grass and trees. This was always my mother and I's favorite view. I take a right and continue down the road and think back to when I was a kid and I used to close my eyes when my parents would drive us home and being able to know exactly where we were based on the hills, turns and stop signs. It still feels familiar. I parked my car in ...

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“The Pale Yellow House ” by Kali Nelson

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Everything in the surrounding neighbourhood had changed. What used to be rural country ranchers had morphed into show-room ready townhouses. All of them lined up in tidy rows, announcing that yes, indeed, this was a respectable place to live. That’s why, when Sam rounded the familiar corner onto 76th Street, the sight of the pale yellow house sucked the air out of her lungs. It wasn’t a gasp so much as the air being vacuumed from her lungs faster than you could snap your fingers. On the forty-four-minute drive there, she’d managed to con...

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“Wardsend Cemetery” by Lee Dickinson

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It had been sixty-five years since Arthur had last visited to Wardsend Cemetery. The cemetery had been situated in this spot, in Sheffield, near the River Don for over one hundred and sixty years. Arthur, standing at the entrance, could still hear the steady current of the river. Taking him back, all those years ago. He liked the sound of the river. It was a relaxing contrast to the eery silence of the cemetery. When he was very little, he used to be scared stiff and would clutch his mother’s hand and almost fully close his eyes. Not complet...

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“The cemetery” by Hanna Egan

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When I was ten, I lived in a small town in Scotland at the top of the tallest hill. We shared this hill with a golf course, and a cemetery, both of which I would play in. I was not supposed to play in the golf course, not that that stopped me, catching crickets and stealing golf balls was always fun. Other days though, I wanted to get away from the other kids who also played on the golf course, I felt different to them. The cemetery was where I would go to be alone, it scared most of the other kids, or bored them. I would walk among the...

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“Returning to the Scene of the Crimes” by Ed Friedman

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It’s been more than 50 years since I last stood in front of the semi attached house in the East Bronx. I stand in front of my car parked across the narrow street, which is dotted with one family homes, many having “mother-daughter” ground floor apartments. The community remains solidly lower-middle class. I try to conjure up some good memories, but it’s a struggle: there were the summers spent playing a variety of board games; the massive comic book collection; the excitement of opening packs of baseball cards; the first crush; the triumphs ...

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“Summer Storms” by Eleanor Grayson

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Summer thunderstorms, Like the ever ebbing tide, Constant but fleeting I was never a good poet – and that is something that has not gotten better with age – but I will never forget those three lines. It’s certainly not their quality that have impacted their permanence; they were the first words I wrote here, in this boarding school. It’s been years – decades – since I’ve stepped foot in this building, even longer since I wore that uniform, but it’s still the same. The staff humor this old woman and allow me to wonder the halls once the ...

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“Banana, Bacon” by Jackson Brown

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Walk down to the Museum of Natural History, then take the subway to Columbus Circle. Eddie could hear his mother’s voice in his mind as clear as if she were speaking to him now, even though he hadn’t spoken to her for years. Make sure you take the A train to Columbus. No, that wasn’t quite right. Make sure you take the B train to Columbus. Which one was it? He strained his mind, trying to remember. This was a trip he made nearly daily as a kid, but 15 years is long enough to forget even the most important facts. He was already forg...

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“The Park Of Memories ” by Kenzie Rich

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       My eyes looked down at Serena’s arm. It was cold that day, that day in December. I hooked my arm under hers, “Do you remember that day in Oklahoma? When we were kids?” I asked. She looked at me and smiled, “Yeah I do. When we were in that park? It was cold that day, right?” She asked, looking down at me. “Yeah, it was December.” I said peacefully. She laughed under her breath, “We were so young, so free.” She said. I saw the memory in my head, the soft snow under our feet. I was sitting on a bench, s...

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“Double Loop Swoop ” by Brittany Smith

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Clang. Ding! "We have a winner." Cheers of excitement drown out the voice of the amusement park worker. Standing in her gray and red polo with coconut emblem, she tries to force the crowd backwards in order to let the man who rang the bell claim his prize. "Get the Scottie Dog" a little blond haired girl exclaims, tugging on the hand of the man. He smiles at her affectionately before glancing toward the identical blond haired child to his left. "No Daddy, the Princess doll." The two siblings peer around their father, two pink tongues w...

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“Still” by Brin Lonsway

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The last time I saw Olivia was our high school graduation. We were both still 17, kids on the cusp of becoming adults and throwing ourselves into the unknown. We should’ve had that entire summer; get to mourn the inevitable drift of our insanely close friendship before it had started. We should've had time to do crazy things together and have deep conversations at 3am about the future.  But she was going to college in Utah and her parents were taking the opportunity to move out there at the same time.  The entire week of grad...

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“Going Back Home” by Elisient Vernon

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           As age descends upon me, I crave to return one more time to the home of my childhood. So, on my 80th birthday, my son, James, gifted me with a trip to the land of my birth.            Traveling from British Columbia, Canada, to the small Caribbean Island was like traveling from one end of the world to another. I had forgotten how far it was, having left there when I was just a lad of 10 years. The journey from the small C...

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“An old friend” by Millie Spence

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It was a Thursday. Mikey and Jamie both decided to take a day off from YouTube that day. Mikey took the day to organise the junk in the back of the wardrobe. Specifically, the junk in Jamie’s side of the wardrobe. He was rummaging through boxes of old photographs and childhood memorabilia. He found a box that had photos taken in what seems like the same area. “Hey, where is this?” Mikey interrogated, barrelling into the kitchen where Jamie was sat doing his taxes. Taking the photo from his boyfriend’s hands, a small grin spread across Jamie’...

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“The Swing Set” by Alexie Fugate

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Being back at this place was odd. It made the hairs on my arms stick to my long-sleeved plaid shirt and the aroma in the air was almost intoxicating the second I pulled into the parking lot. The smell of hot plastic, wood chips, and hand sanitizer were prevalent here. I took a deep breath as I watched the wind push the swing set forward, inviting me to come and take a seat. I walked to the swinging chair and felt the wood chips from underneath my feet crunch and crinkle. I sat down, feeling the hot plastic seep through my denim jeans. I sat ...

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“The Visit” by Keith B.

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The third house that Luke and his family moved into (which would not be their last) is the house he dreams about often. As a child, he and his older brother, John, played with several kids in the neighborhood. He couldn’t stand hearing the car tires screech at the end of the block where there was no stop light. And right after the loud screeching- boom! Cars crash, ambulance siren shortly after. Even now in his forties, Luke hated that irritating sound. The elementary school he and John attended was up the street and around the corner. It t...

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