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

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“The death of Clear View Park” by Wholeymolly Rose

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You know the funny thing about death? It makes you reflect. Reflect on the time you’ve had with the person. Was it enough? Did it count to both you and them? Or are we just living in some complicated wasteland? Who knows? Clear View Park. A once thriving park is now abandoned and riddled with despair and haunted by ghosts… specifically mine. I haven’t been here since I was a child. And the only reason I’m here now is because my father is dead and his dying wish was to spread his ashes in this dilapidated park. I don’t re...

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“Dark Remembrance” by A. A. Blake

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“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Mathers, but at this point it’s no longer likely we will find your daughter alive.” And with that statement two things ended, the career of one deputy and the search for my little sister.***The woods are cold today, even though it is only early Fall. The searchers combed these woods for days. On foot, on horseback, with and without hounds. That’s the trouble when your property abuts a state park. It’s not just one copse for a child to disappear into, it’s miles of forest and rivers and places where any child could fa...

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“Working Class Princess - My Manderley” by Anna Rogers

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The opening line of Daphne Du Maurier’s Rebecca is like being inside my own memories. For I’ve also returned to a house of that name. Our family home a rambling 50s villa was christened by my fey grandmother Catherine Frances Beale nee Prendergast. She named it for the storybook version. When I was born my parents brought me home there, and for years I imagined it passing to me regaling the neighbourhood kids with fanciful tales of life as its mistress. ”They don’t even use that word nowadays Dumbo.” This from long-suffering brother and o...

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“Icecream 'n' lollies” by Sara Blanch

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The brilliantly coloured lorikeets chittered noisily as they swooped throughout the watercolour streaked sky. Inhaling deeply she allowed herself to pause for a moment and take in the view. After almost 6 hours of driving in near torrential rain she had finally made it just as the skies cleared to display one of the most amazing sunsets she could remember. Vivacious reds and brilliant oranges, neon yellows and pastel pinks all swirled together in a perfect painting as the day slowly ebbed away and the faintest glimmerings of the first stars ...

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“PURPLE CHANCES” by Tonnye Fletcher

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Sweat dribbled, dripped, and settled in all the places sweat does on days as hot as this. It was especially hot -- even for a July day in the South. Not all the dampness was from the heat -- some was simply nerves. Here is where Brandon said to meet -- the old abandoned park on Twilight Terrace. Jessica had been here probably a hundred times or more -- when she was a child. The swings still stood -- though now, the worn leather strap seats dangled from only one chain -- clinking, creaking in the slight breeze that s...

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“Hinanduraw” by Clarys J.C.B.

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It’s been years and years since the last time I’ve been here.The house is different. I stand just outside the white iron wrought fence surrounding it.They clearly renovated it. No, in fact it looks like they actually took the old house down and built a new one. The chipping white and red paint on the walls are now a light pastel shade of blue. The crumbly brick walls were clearly taken down and are now replaced by smooth cement. The sin of the roof that had rust in some places, which sometimes caused the leaks, had now been replaced. A shiny...

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“Going Home” by Elizabeth Corbitt

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Pictures had never done the old family farmhouse justice. None of them had ever managed to completely capture the elegance of the decrepit building, learning slightly to the left as if ready to collapse back into the ground it had been created from. The trees and mountains loomed in the background. Their ageless facades seemed untouched in comparison with the house. The once bright white paint had faded, revealing the wood that had been used for siding underneath. Yet, none of them remembered it this way. None of the family, the descendants ...

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“The Eagle's Nest” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

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Barney was on the other side of the brook relishing the breeze and the quiet solitude. It was a fragile, duck-egg blue colour, like the subtle sweep of a painter’s brush. Twigs twirled on its murmuring surface, little messengers from the mountain trees where they had come from. The brook flowed over the pebbled riverbed. It sounded like the airy, velvety whirl of a starling flock. He had come in through the new pass with Tuff and she had wandered away, as usual. This time however, she didn't return soon. He wasn...

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“Ashes” by JULIET EJEZIE

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‘your dad is dead’ – those four lettered words sent you into a packing frenzy and made you end up in the place which your tear-stricken mom dragged you out of years ago. The fish-smelling mustard yellow cab which if not for your jetlag you wouldn’t have entered, pulled up beside a blue Peugeot car and in front of the place which housed your childhood memories. With your overnight bad slugged across your shoulder you make your way towards the house stopping for a few minutes to stare at the post-box you and your mom spent an entire afternoon...

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“Hourglass” by ANDILE Dubz

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Bayert stood on the edge of a mass grave, puffing his pipe which billowed gracefully amidst the fetid effluvium of burning corpses. He constantly shook his head to shake off the pulsating buzz in his cranium. “Am I really here?” he asked. “Yes, you are Subject One,” replied a voice through his earpiece. “All systems are green-lit, proceed with the search.” A different voice rang through the earpiece and Bayert dived into the deep end of the ashy horror. He began by searching the pockets of the badly burnt victims which had nothing in them...

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“The street of Kato” by Kelechi Okereke

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Monday, July 21, 2020. 8 o'clock pm.I'm walking along the street of Kato, in Kano State, Nigeria. I decided to come at night to flee from the peering eyes and inquisitive looks of my once-upon-a-time playmates and street buddies who would've been trying to guess who I was, if I had come during the day. It is dark. The street is dark; there is no power supply at the moment -no thanks to the epileptic power supply that is characteristic of Nigeria. Giant of Africa my foot! Cameroon and Ghana enjoy steady light (power supply), while poor Nigeri...

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“Hide And Seek” by Melody Webb

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“One, two, three, four, five…” Hide-and-Seek. It was her life. Mary knew nothing more. Counting the days until she could find. Until Phil would stop being ‘it’. “Wait your turn,” they said. Mary couldn’t wait. She needed Phil to find someone. The children never knew what they were looking for. Ginny left when she found a doll. Justin left when he found a blanket. What would Mary even be looking for? She didn’t know. If Phil could find something, then it’d be her turn. They were told that Hide-and-Seek could save them. Mary didn’t know what s...

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“A close encounter with ME” by Pearl Mabuela

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14:33. The song “take me back” is blasting through the earphones on the floor. As Jamie opened his eyes and attempted to get up from the floor, his body was giving in; it felt heavy, it felt as if he was out of control. He thought that he had died and that his suicide attempt was not even an attempt anymore. He looked around and convinced himself that he was having an out of body experience and that his mind was trying to make sense of the situation. He continued looking around and trying to regain full consciousness by focusing his eyes and...

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“The Stitches of the World” by Andrew Sinift

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Grandma never claimed the stream behind her house could make you live forever, but she did believe it would make you live longer than most. I am not sure even as a kid I fully believed her. But when we celebrated her 103rd birthday, those stories did not sound as grand as they once did. Of course, the claim of the miraculous potency of the dirty stream was mild compared to most of what she told me those summers of my early years. I cannot remember nearly half of it, but I recall something about the stream being one of the last “stitches of t...

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“The House of the Heart” by Corey Khalil

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August 3rd, 1759. The floorboards of the family barn screeched under Hosea’s sprinting feet. He loaded the cheap musket and focused on the white-coated fire blazing through his crops, with smoke stinging his eyes. A chunk of rotting wood had fallen out of place, and the barrel of Hosea’s musket rested snugly in the gap leaving enough room for him to watch the French army marching closer. Hosea fired a shot into the flames signaling the other countrymen into an offensive position. Heaps of black powder and bullets rai...

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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

“The death of Clear View Park” by Wholeymolly Rose

“Dark Remembrance” by A. A. Blake

“Working Class Princess - My Manderley” by Anna Rogers

“Icecream 'n' lollies” by Sara Blanch

“PURPLE CHANCES” by Tonnye Fletcher

“Hinanduraw” by Clarys J.C.B.

“Going Home” by Elizabeth Corbitt

“The Eagle's Nest” by Chinemerem Ike-Okonkwo

“Ashes” by JULIET EJEZIE

“Hourglass” by ANDILE Dubz

“The street of Kato” by Kelechi Okereke

“Hide And Seek” by Melody Webb

“A close encounter with ME” by Pearl Mabuela

“The Stitches of the World” by Andrew Sinift

“The House of the Heart” by Corey Khalil

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