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

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“Martian Memories” by Sathvika Sitaraman

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Space. A place that smells of nothing, sounds like nothing, but looks absolutely mind- blowing. I leaned against the counter, looking over the white hull of the Space Station. My heart pounded uncontrollably, my fingers shaking in anxiety. Back at the place I grew up in. Space. I looked over at my crew, who were intently discussing the logistics of our mission to the Red Planet. I absentmindedly walked over, pretending to pay attention, but I had another plan in mind. A plan that I had been waiting to carry out since I was 10. ...

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“Unspeakable Past” by Aisha Makama

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I pick up the old photo of my family and ten year of me from the dusty old coffee table that we used to play board games on. I dust off some of the dust from the picture with my hands to see it clearly. In the picture, my mom and dad are standing on our front porch while my two brothers and I sit on the first stairs of the porch. I remember that day like it was yesterday, we just came back from the park, the wind was blowing our ball away as we ...

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“The Freedom of Leaving” by J.A. Sampson

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Never in my entire childhood had I ever seen a living, breathing rat.Maybe cockroaches, not to be confused with palmetto bugs, the ones that live in the trees and slap you in the face when the porch lights come on.But it’s South Florida. You expect that. Insects and reptilian creatures breed here and hang around longer than tourists from the north; the snowbirds, New Yorkers and Canadians. But I never saw rats. Not until now.I held on tightly to the key – loaned to me by the head of the demolition team who was now dozing in his work truck ac...

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“The Tombstone” by I C

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The alarm clock sounded at 6:00 a.m. but Janice had been awake since 5. With a coffee in her hand, she walked back into the bedroom. Her husband rolled over to her side of the bed to turn off the alarm and pulled the covers over his head again."You need to get dressed," Janice said. "It's a two-hour drive and we need to leave inhalf an hour if we want to get there before peak traffic.""Why do I have to go?" he mumbled under the covers. "Can you just tell them I'm sick or something?""You promised to go and everyone is expecting you to go, sic...

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“The Last Call to Yellow Brook” by RD Smith

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Mike shimmied out of the backseat of the Ford Focus with a nod of thanks to Harold the Lyft driver, who was now almost a Ben Franklin wealthier after bringing him from the airport terminal to the dilapidated curb now at his feet. His duffle bag, containing enough items to get through the 24-36 hours of his stay, was slung over his left shoulder as he faced his immediate future. “Well,” he said aloud to himself with a breathy sigh. “Here goes nothing.” This was the first time Mike had stepped foot in Yellow Brook, Indiana for nearly two d...

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“Tear it Down.” by Phoebe :)

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I pushed open the black car door, but couldn't bear to bring myself to look up. I was too afraid of what might meet my eyes as I stepped out. But even looking down couldn't help me escape the horrible memories that haunted my past. My shiny cherry red heels clacked loudly on the blacktop the same as my years at school there. I immediately recognized the markings. The hopscotch lines they painted but never got used, the parking spaces people would use as lines for heated games of four square. A floodgate opened somewhere in my brain, trigg...

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“A Dip Into The Past” by Kiko Isaguirre

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A chilly wind blew across the night. I could feel its cold bite leave its mark through my jacket as the hairs on my skin raised, forming slight bumps that covered the entire length of my arms. I looked around me. The darkness of the night shrouded the beauty of the garden that surrounded me. Only the sound of my footsteps as I walked along the stony pathway filled the air. I was all alone. I walked onwards. Even before I caught sight of my destination, the smell of chlorine hit me, filling my nose with its strong, irritating, yet familiar...

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“Back Home” by Micah Grace

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I found myself back in my childhood, among the green grass and surrounded by the sounds of children playing in the fields with their hand-made slingshots and spinny tops. The countryside was a nice break from the hustle and bustle lifestyle I learned from up north. Sereneness surrounds me, and I can hear each individual breath I take in each one full of the scent of freshly bloomed magnolias and clean-cut grass. Memories of my childhood fill my head, reminding me of the times where I was one of the kids shooting bottles with slingshots, and ...

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“The two men in black” by Josh Sabin

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“This is the building, Johnson,” Agent Cruz said, brushing the lint off his suit. The other agent exited the black 2008 Crown Victoria and walked to the entrance of an old, red brick apartment building. Cruz glanced up at the yellowish light emanating from the windows, he heard yelling coming from one of them. “It’s been 30 years since we grew up here Johnson… Can you believe that?” The other agent remained silent. They both entered the apartment building, slowly walking up the creaky old stairs, and down the yellowed, linoleum hallways. ...

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“Four Walls with A Thousand Secrets ” by Kimberley Velasco

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Trigger warning: depictions of rape Adira stood in front her childhood home, not fully understanding the numbness within her soul. The dark blue paint was barely visible on the shutters outside the cracked windows. The fence was broken in several places and leaned towards her as if inviting Adira into their lair. The lawn was coated in cigarettes and beer cans destroying the once beautiful garden in the front yard. One of the front windows was completely shattered capturing a draft of air that made it sound as if the house was whispering all...

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“There is no answer” by Chaitali Kulkarni

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Mrs. Gupta looked like someone had peed on the school emblem and she couldn’t stop them. Her look strengthened Sonali’s resolve as she continued, “Don’t work too hard. You don’t have to change the world to justify your human existence. Who remembers all the winners of last year’s Nobel Prize? Nobody. The highest award in the world and within a measly 200 days the winners have already faded from memory. Some might say but you’ll make people’s lives better and that’s worth it. Sure, if it makes you feel better, yes, it might be worthy. But eve...

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“This was Kashmir!” by Book Worm

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I can’t recall the thrill when Father announced his next posting. “We are going to Srinagar”! I knew Kashmir from the Hindi films set in Kashmir and from the songs and dances of those that were not set there. If you watch those old films, you would be able to visualize how Kashmir looked like until 1989. We have no photographs of our time in Kashmir. Unlike the selfie era where every moment is immediately captured in a cellphone, few Indians, even middle class, possessed cameras in those days. Father had a German one that he h...

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“The Ones We’ve Left Behind” by Asli Erem

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A child is only a weakling, who has not gained any experience within this world. The world of humans who place meaning and symbolism, but forgets who and selfishness. You can say it is within our nature? Adults who forgetten kindness or can not sympathize with other living creatures, were the half full water who could not complete happiness within their childhood. Exactly how Margaret experienced a glimpse in her life, within her Sunday morning.... The old Honda Civics windshield squeekeded as it brushes off t...

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“Arithmomania” by Lisa Hills

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Celeste was starting to wonder if everything he said was a lie. "I'll be back tomorrow, Cel! Wait for me!" "Yeah, don't worry! I'll make sure to text you!" Then, with a quick grin and a joyous wave with the promise of tomorrow, he was gone. She sighed. Looking out the scratched bus window, she peered up at the ashen sky. Two more stops until home. Well, her house. Apartment, to be exact. Celeste wasn't sure where her home was anymore. She has a living space, an apartment, yes, but that wasn't home. Home was somewhere where you ...

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“Heaven at last” by Ghashmira Ahmed

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Insomnia. For years I had been divorced from sleep, eyes that never closed and a mind revisiting glimpses from the past …I prayed to drift away into the land of dreams but I had sunk in this desolate reality and unless I regain my tranquility, this state shall persist. Tossing and turning in my bed, I pulled the duvet over me or sometimes kicked it down unintentionally waking my wife from her sleep. But tonight would not be like my usual evenings. There was something different. In the dark whenever I opened my eyes, I could see a soft ...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 237 stories

“Martian Memories” by Sathvika Sitaraman

“Unspeakable Past” by Aisha Makama

“The Freedom of Leaving” by J.A. Sampson

“The Tombstone” by I C

“The Last Call to Yellow Brook” by RD Smith

“Tear it Down.” by Phoebe :)

“A Dip Into The Past” by Kiko Isaguirre

“Back Home” by Micah Grace

“The two men in black” by Josh Sabin

“Four Walls with A Thousand Secrets ” by Kimberley Velasco

“There is no answer” by Chaitali Kulkarni

“This was Kashmir!” by Book Worm

“The Ones We’ve Left Behind” by Asli Erem

“Arithmomania” by Lisa Hills

“Heaven at last” by Ghashmira Ahmed

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Write a story that begins and ends with someone looking up at the stars.

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Write a story that involves a mystery — it doesn't need to be crime-related, it should just include something that remains unexplained until the end.

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