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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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“A Spontaneous Overflow of Emotion” by Kaitlin Schneider

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"What was it that William Wordsworth once said? 'A spontaneous overflow of emotion, recollected in tranquility?'" She asked, turning to face me. “This feels kind of like that, doesn’t it?” “Dee, enough. You’ve been going on about memory and recollection the whole ride here. It’s getting old. Besides, it doesn’t even apply here.” I peered up at the antiquated white house, the clapboard siding peeling with age. The navy-blue shutters had long since faded past, outside of their prime. They didn’t look anything like they did when I came her...

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“THE INVISIBLE REVENGE ” by SHYAM GANESH

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THE INVISIBLE REVENGE  SCRIBBLINGS OF SSG  She should have not opened that old iron travel trunk that day.  She doesn't know the history of that old iron travel trunk. Nothing can be changed,  Rest in History ... March 22, 2020 The day to be reminded of the history of the World. It was a Sunday and I am being lazy woke up at 9. I am a resident on the outskirts of the big town in India. I lost my parents and other belongings in a disaster where thousands of harmless citizens lost their life’s to an Invisibl...

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“Pool Hoppin'” by Patrick Whalen Jr

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With no internet, no cable TV and not a ton of disposable income, kids growing up in the 70’s often had to make their own fun. In my town, oftentimes, it was either hanging out at the Mall or “cruising” High Street in an Orange AMC Hornet station wagon. Which could get boring after an hour or two. So, when it came to fun, us 70’s kids had to get creative. And at the top of the “make your own fun” list there was something we called “pool hoppin’”. Pool hoppin’, basically, involved hoppin’ into a (swimming) pool that wasn’t...

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“Home” by F. B. Lee

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I have been on the road for what seemed eternity now heading to my favorite place. I haven't been there for thirty years now since I was a teenager. As I turned down the old gravel road it looked nearly abandoned with the grass growing between the tire tracks. No one had been here for awhile now. I was in a rural area, as rural as you can get. I passed the last town about twenty miles ago and if I had blinked I would have missed it too. There were not as many farms as I remembered as I drove down the old highway full of potholes from m...

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“Coming Home” by Dacie Zook

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Kayla stepped out of her beat up Ford pickup. The blue door squealed as she opened it, and dust from the gravel road fell to the ground. Kayla removed her sunglasses and stuck them on her blonde head, squinting her eyes to a just to the evening sun. The front yard was overgrown and riddled with weeds, and thorns. Yet somehow Granny's flowers still stood in the hot summer sun. Kayla remembered helping her plant the roses, and forsythia hedge that now bloomed in a circle bed in the front yard. Somehow she had gotten her whole body covered in d...

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“Retracing the steps” by Vincent Guillemin

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Hirsch Erlich was my neighbor. When I first saw him , he was unpacking newly-bought pieces of furniture from the back of a truck with the help of his pregnant wife. As he paused to wipe away the sweat from his brow, he noticed me on the other side of the birthing hedge that separated our two properties. He told me later that on that day, I had looked baffled, probably because they had been speaking a language I had never heard before. We shook hands over the hedge while he painstakingly tried to introduce himself in broken English....

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“Legend of Dragon's Cove” by Maya Johnson

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Have you ever just taken a drive without a destination in mind? Just going on the road and seeing where it would take you? For me, it’s a hobby. I love travelling. I do it every two months or if I’m just bored of the same scenery and want a story to tell my friends and co-workers. I’ve been to a lot of cities and neighborhoods. I actually met my soon-to-be fiancé when I went to Washington five years ago. I had to stay there longer than I planned cause my car broke down. She was a mechanic that helped me out, and after she fixed it I took ...

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“Homecoming” by Catherine Martin

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The doorlock hissed open. J252 shifted his long body, craning his neck to peer out the single, small window at the end of his cage. Across the cargo bay, he could see worker-slaves lumbering through the door, escorted by an Overseer. He'd seen at least thirty different species during his years in the arena. These ones were big, dumb brutes, but the Masters found them useful.Unable to see clearly, J252 listened as the slaves began loading the crates systematically onto a cargo skiff. Several more of the floating platforms waited to be filled....

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“31 Barton Road” by Tedi Carey

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The time is the summer of 1955. I was only four at the time we moved to 31 Barton Road. It was a low income housing tract intended for veterans and their families. As a kid I remember spending bucolic days playing on the communal driveway that the twenty two single floor three bedroom units on the spine we lived on. If needed, the chain across the street end could be moved and vehicles could drive up to your door. That was usually whenever someone was moving in or out. It was a different kind of place for my older brother and I. We moved fro...

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“A TRIP TO THE THEATRE” by Claire Tennant

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It was a long slow journey, but I was determined to revisit the place of horror. The place that was locked away in my memory, all through my childhood, my teenage years and beyond.   It was meant to be a place of healing and nurture but, although there were staff who were clearly “cut out” to be in the medical field, there was something sinister within those walls. A frightened child of six far from home with separation anxiety could feel it, even though it is the adult now who speaks of it. The place had not changed, but I had.&nb...

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“Lost Gift” by Gayathri Kannan

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Her body was covered with colorful flowers of all kind- purple tulips, yellow centered Daisies, white Lilies, Red roses, pink Gladioli and Carnations.          “Say some words to Garcia, if you want, Mr. Torres. Then we shall let her start her journey towards Jesus” the clergy said.          “It looks like she is in her sleep. See her face, father. I never saw it So calm and blissful. How surprising, she stopped her breath with her mirthful smile. S...

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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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“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 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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