Start your story with a character struggling to remember the date, because every day is like the last one.

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“As Good As, Any Other Day” by Joe Swanson

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As Good As, Any Other Day Eleven O’clock, PM, AM. Doesn't really make a difference when there is nothing to do but listen to your heart beat, and wonder what it’s like out there. Last I heard, we were supposed to be in for it. Possibly the worst we’ve ever seen. I don’t know what that is supposed to mean. “Worst we have ever seen,” It’s what they were predicting on the radio and TV, when we had radio and TV. Don’t now anymore, what we got. It doesn’t seem like it takes that long for time to ...

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“A Tired Girl” by Cynthia Dye

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Penelope tosses and turns throughout the night because of some many reasons such as there is dirt touching her, the room is hot or freezing, and/or her muscles are very irritable. Suddenly, her alarm is buzzing and she just lays there, but it starts to irritate her because it keeps getting louder. So, she gets up to throw it across the room. Then, she slowly goes to get her clothes and towel for a shower, in which she takes like 30 minutes because she really just wants to be in the bed still. She gets out and transforms her hair trying to ma...

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“Monday” by Karen Gendusie

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aren J Keim 8058191333 kjgendusie@gmail.com #233 WRITING CONTEST: THE PROMPT: Start your story with a character struggling to remember the date, because everyday is like the last one. Monday By Karen J Keim She woke up before light, as she did every morning. Her alarm clock never beat her. She always had to dismiss it while she was showering, or making coffee, or feeding her cat. Yet, she always set it for 6:00 am to just turn off when it was usually inconvenient. She lived alone in a one bedroom apartment in Santa Fe, N...

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“Another Same Day” by Maitreyee Raote

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As usual, rolling his fists over his eyes, he woke up in the morning. The man tried to have a look at the clock with semi closed eyes; it was already 7:10 AM. Something just felt blank to him. He was struggling to remember the date. Without stressing his brain much for the task, he decided to struggle for it later. Past some months had been so exhausting for him, that every other day seemed same as the previous one. He saw his wife was not beside him even today. For past some days she got up before him. He got out of bed and went to the balc...

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“masquerade confessions” by Mehak Reji

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there will come a time where the world becomes quiet. the clock does not tick, and the hours stop. the past is stagnant and the future never recedes, possibilities waiting, regrets never mounting. the beat of your heart envelops your conscience. so you'd better learn the sound of it. otherwise, you'll never understand what it's saying. the infrastructure of time daunted the boy, its pillars and foreshadows posed juxtapositions too bright for the mind to comprehend. mahogany gradients blending into substance, indistinguishable from one moment...

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“Ten Fingers” by Alison Bolden

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The evening live news came on the tv, Ronald sat in his armchair, his wife sandy had sadly passed away some time before. He believes she died from anxiety and the lost of HOPE, but the doctors state otherwise. He wasn't allowed to be with his wife in her last days due to the pandemic/ lockdown, she was all alone and so was he. Ronald got up to go to the kitchen and make himself a cup of tea, he saved all of his teabags since last year, reused them over and over, too afraid to go out, sandy and Ronald would always go to the store together, a...

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“Blood Sunrise ” by 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

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The day my mother died was odd. Odd, in the sense, that she would never come back. Never. Come. Back. *** I lay sprawled on my bed; thinking of this. How my brother and my father managed, I can not fathom. It was heartbreaking. No it was more of the ache of my heart. The part that longed for her motherly touch. Her hand patting my light brown hair. I watched as the sun rose, and then set. I thought about her death. Thought about how someone planned it out. Though about how they murdered her. In a way I shall not bring to think about. Too lat...

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“One More Day” by Samantha Ryan

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Valerie stared at the calendar, forced to blink when her contacts started to dry out. As she gently rubbed her eyes, she repeated the date to herself, “January 4th, 2052.” No, that wasn’t right. It was 2055? 2056? It was definitely January...right? “Are you almost ready?” A voice echoed through the house. “If we’re late again, I think your brother might follow through with his threat and actually disown you.” Why was she so tired? She glanced in the mirror and did not recognize herself. Had she aged? Closing her eyes, she shook her h...

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“What day is it?” by Taylor Viv

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As the sun streams through the window, I struggle to stay within the comfortable confines of my dream. I fight to stay; gripping at any last fragments of closure. But, despite my efforts, my eyes are forced open. I heave my body out of bed. I find myself on autopilot meandering to grab some coffee out of the kitchen. The steaming mug reminds me of winter at my family’s cabin. When I was young, my mom bought these matching mugs for me and my siblings. I would bring it to the cabin every year. We had to ...

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“The McLifestyle” by Devin Carrier

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“What year is it?” asked the man. I was at a loss. I remembered the turn of the millennia, but I haven’t been paying much attention since. After giving it some thought, I mustered “2007”. The man, who I know recognized to be a police officer, said, “Close enough. Alright, get out of the vehicle sir. You’re under arrest for suspicion of driving under the influence”. “That’s impossible!” I cried, “I don’t own a car”. I remember getting fired at a Burger King in Kentucky. That place had the worst managers. This bitch Britney trie...

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“Take A Walk.” by Sandman Ten

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Sometimes I wish I had a calendar. A paper one. Having one on my phone is, somehow, not striking enough for me to notice every morning. Breakfast is always the same bread and jam. I don't have enough money to afford good things like milk and cereal. I only have myself to blame for that. It's a terrible job that I have. But thankfully, it's a weekend today. It's difficult to tell, but if I don't get a call in the morning telling me how late I am, it's usually a day I don't have to work. I checked my calendar, just to be sure. ...

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“Dyschronometria ” by Isaac Gbadebo

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Such a simple concept as not knowing where I stand on the great tapestry of time’s endless happenings is a tragedy. I can only laugh at my mind’s feeble attempts at creating a distinction between this day and how many had passed since my affliction began. The day/night cycle now resembles the momentary blackness as you blink, performed an uncountable number of times. Every day our Government thanked us for seemingly pausing our lives so they can take care of the killer virus threatening us outside, ignoring an even bigger threat. Time. tim...

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“One Day at a Time” by Nathan Gagnon

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Content Warning: substance abuse, alcohol abuse My eyes peeled open. I felt the stinging light of the day coming through my translucent window shades. I’d always meant to get some proper daylight blocking shades, but never got around to it. The sound of glass crashing into the back of the recycling truck on the street had woken me up. Damn. I’d missed a chance to get rid of the empty bottles that surrounded my bed. Were they coming on the right day? I was in a daily battle to get rid of all my bottles. Missing a recycling day was rough. Mayb...

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“Foxtrot” by Sidnie Paisley

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On Monday I went to the Pharmacy. Tuesday I went to the post office. Wednesday the pharmacy, maybe the post office as well. Thursday... All the days start and end the same. Wake up at 9, bathroom, tea, desk. Work, work, work, maybe I go outside, come home, bathroom, dinner, couch, watch, watch, watch then bed. I've made it my goal to watch every single movie ever, (or as close to that as I can get), and rank them. After I finish my work and errands the house is hollow and empty and it's just me, the buzzing and yelling of my neighbors in the...

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“Passage House” by Kate Goldsack

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TW: domestic abuse I am in a perpetual state of confusion; My where is depressingly familiar, but my when is shaky. It shifts and fluctuates and never quite seems to settle. People often talk about the ‘sands of time’ and how it can slip through one’s hands, but my experience of time is that it is more viscous; hours seep into days, days saturate into weeks and weeks haemorrhage into months. My ‘where’ is a place called Passage House. It is a shelter for female victims of domestic abuse. I arrived here some time ago. I ca...

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Start your story with a character struggling to remember the date, because every day is like the last one.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 177 stories

“As Good As, Any Other Day” by Joe Swanson

“A Tired Girl” by Cynthia Dye

“Monday” by Karen Gendusie

“Another Same Day” by Maitreyee Raote

“masquerade confessions” by Mehak Reji

“Ten Fingers” by Alison Bolden

“Blood Sunrise ” by 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓷

“One More Day” by Samantha Ryan

“What day is it?” by Taylor Viv

“The McLifestyle” by Devin Carrier

“Take A Walk.” by Sandman Ten

“Dyschronometria ” by Isaac Gbadebo

“One Day at a Time” by Nathan Gagnon

“Foxtrot” by Sidnie Paisley

“Passage House” by Kate Goldsack

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Write a story that spans exactly a year and takes place in a single room.

Write about someone who grew up in a bunker, and lockdown life is all they’ve ever known.

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