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

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“Friday, March 13, 2020” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

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There are dates that will live on in infamy and for me this will be one of those dates. I am a language arts teacher and each day I write the date on the board for my students to see. On this day, I have written “Friday, March 13, 2020” on my whiteboard. I am not an overly superstitious person, but there is an extra tingle when I finish writing it. We are finishing up Elie Wiesel’s Night. The book is a one hundred plus page romp through the horrors of the Hollcaust written by someone who survived Auschwitz.&nbs...

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“In my head” by Victoria Hungwe

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Urgh two more months in this room, no morning light in fact i miss feeling the sun on my skin, literally sunbasking, the heat kissing my skin enhancing that natural dark chocolate colour i already have. Hahaha i laugh out loud and it slightly echos in the tiny room i am in. Got me feeling a bit like Van Choga though, no haircut, messy clothes, Thank God for the tiny bathroom by the corner otherwise i would had definitely looked like him no questions asked. Honestly speaking most would think it was some silly joke, an off handish crazy stun...

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“Missing Magic” by Kimiko Seto

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I open my eyes as I hear the familiar tune from my alarm. I remain laying there, barely awake, letting the alarm repeat itself as I struggle to remember what I was just dreaming about. It only takes a few more seconds for the sound of the alarm to become too repetitive for my taste, so I scramble to reach for my phone to shut it down. It's six in the morning and the sun isn’t quite up yet. I get up to wash my face, eat some not-so-fresh bread, and prepare instant coffee before going back to my room to get ready for work. I open the compute...

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“In My Library - A Ghost’s Diary (Limited Thought Edition)” by Steven Nguyen

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Note to self: I die today; that’s all I know. To put it in perspective, it’s the only thing I have ever known and will ever know. I think. Not that I’m sad about it though. I’m not even sure if I can tell sadness from any other emotions anymore, because what would be the point? I can’t be more dead than I already am. I didn’t know death would be quite boring. Unlike all the talks and discourse living people do about it. What a drag! First Entry: I remember today, just not the date though. I never could write down the date on my jo...

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“"Today or yesterday?"” by Ye Wint Aung

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Every day he struggled after getting out of bed, not because of pain. Every day is the same in his life without a change. Every morning he had a hard time remembering what the date is and it’s really annoying and it’s been very effective to his life and this is his story. Tommy Pierce is a programmer who works at the biggest company ever known called” Techno-universe”. Every day new projects came up and have to finish them before the limited time is over. He always comes back from around 9 to 11 p.m. Then he has to get to work before 9 in th...

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“The Journey” by Artemas Lazaro

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I have been here waiting for 15 min for my order to arrive at my table, i am in a restaurant near the road going to mexico it was my dream to go mexico, so i collected money and ran away from daily life to live. I am coming from America there i do a job of a writer in a magazine not a job everyone would like but it pays right amount and i am to lazy to go somewhere else. Here is my order finally i ordered Mexican tacos with jalapeño sauce its famous here. I ate and came out to my car got ready to go to mexico. I have been driving for two h...

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“Surviving Pablo ” by Marianna Mills

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The early evening ahead promised more hot weather as usual in New Mexico, Alberquerque, Land of Enchantment so they say, a place where folklore legend is plentiful. Pablo sat in his room, above an old house there, outside the city, bored and slightly confused, his bi-polar kicking in since the panemic began and lockdowns were ordered in his area. He had a small hot plate which he cooked simple one pot meals at night, beans and rice, meat with vegetables, boiling until they fell off the bone. The local shop owners and farmers were generous wi...

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“Memories” by AARON LEE

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As far as I've known, being in a pandemic sucks. A lot. Whoops, sorry, forgot to introduce myself. My name's Aaron, a regular 12 year old boy. And as far as I know, if there was ever a time to freak out, this would be it. Because I should be out THERE, enjoying the sunshine, and guess where I am? At home. Over and over again, the same things happen. Eat breakfast. Do online school. Eat lunch. Do homework. Go outside to play. HECK, even VIDEO GAMES are getting boring, and if my friends heard me say that, they'd clear their ears. Because I NEV...

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“The Day” by Aimnor Black

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I struggle to remember the day. Tuesday? I struggle to remember the month. Is it still February? No, must be March now. If not for my body’s internal circadian rhythm, I would struggle to remember what time it is, but I just woke up, so that must mean it’s about noon. Fuck.I groan and stir in bed, shoving my face into my flat pillow, thinking about how the days just keep coming. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and the next–what’s the point of it all? I’m drifting through time, not living, but simply existing. Sometimes I...

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“Everyday is Friday” by Aimee R.

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What date is it today? I thought as I flipped through the calendar, browsing the dates and the cool pictures that laid beside them. Tuesday? Or a wednesday. I think it’s Saturday. Or is it Thursday? I sat in my hospital bed, clutching the sides as a kind nurse stepped over, her hands soft as they stuck the needle into my wrinkled skin. Ow. I could hear the heart monitor pulse, just like my fading heart, slowly dying. A tray of breakfast was placed in front of me. Toast, and eggs, with a glass of milk. Just like the last day. The nurse said t...

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“The Man I Met At Christmas” by Ellasyn Carpenter

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I don't remember a lot of things these days. It's like I'm stuck in a time loop without him.There are tear and blood stains on my arm that I can't identify anymore. My hair sticks to the sweat on the back of my neck uncomfortably.I open my rickety old closet. The door squeaks and gasps for air about ready to disintegrate. All my clothes are stained from past meals. I pull on a tie-dye T-shirt and sulk out the door."Miss.Taner?" A girl asks with lantern-like eyes staring up at me. "It's Mrs.Taner." I say. "Mrs?" the girl looks around expectan...

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“Day after day” by Celeste S.

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Day after day It’s the first of July. Finally, the end of the schoolyear. I got my undergraduates degree and can finally start looking for a job. Uni seemed to take forever. It got really depressing to me. Online group work again and again, exam after exam and stress after stress. I sure won’t miss it. Even though I don’t have any plans for summer, some rest will be nice, and I can finally start dieting and working out again, taking care of myself. I hope I get to my goal weight before I find a job. It’s the fourth of July. I went out for ...

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“The fabrication of a future” by Lilliana Sheldon

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*Trigger warning, suggested suicide.* *Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.* I can hear my clock losing patience. The gears twist and turn around and around never indicating any time change. I'm creasing the edge of my papers, completely bewildered. I pull at my hair as my brain struggles to remember the date. I feel like a zombie. A zombie living the same notorious schedule. My watch says hours pass, but for some reason I'm stuck in a world that ceases to exist. A world where going out with friends wasn't a death threat, and where stud...

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“Medical Confusion” by Mikayla Ebermill

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I woke up to my phone ringing. With an exhausted yawn I reached over and picked it up. I had to blink a few times to be sure I was reading the caller ID correctly. It was my doctor's office. Why would they be calling on a Saturday? Or was it Sunday? Either way I was sure it was a weekend. They should be closed. "Hello," I asked. "Is this Kaylyn," the perky lady on the other end asked. I yawned again, wondering how any adult had enough energy to sound like that this early in the morning, "It is. What's up?" "I'm calling to remind you...

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“A HANDFUL OF FLASHING COLORED CONFETTI” by Mara Masolini

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A HANDFUL OF FLASHING COLORED CONFETTI “Damn it , I was about to lose my house keys…ah, I have not lost them by a hair…thank goodness I noticed in time” Peter said himself as he was on his way, coming back home. If he had lost his keys, it would have been a trouble, since there was no one in his house, and he had never wanted to keep a spare key, that is a key hidden somewhere outside, but near his house, like many people who hid their keys, spare keys, under the doormat, or in a flowerpot, or in a hole in ...

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

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✍️ 177 stories

“Friday, March 13, 2020” by George Georgerfrost@gmail.com

“In my head” by Victoria Hungwe

“Missing Magic” by Kimiko Seto

“In My Library - A Ghost’s Diary (Limited Thought Edition)” by Steven Nguyen

“"Today or yesterday?"” by Ye Wint Aung

“The Journey” by Artemas Lazaro

“Surviving Pablo ” by Marianna Mills

“Memories” by AARON LEE

“The Day” by Aimnor Black

“Everyday is Friday” by Aimee R.

“The Man I Met At Christmas” by Ellasyn Carpenter

“Day after day” by Celeste S.

“The fabrication of a future” by Lilliana Sheldon

“Medical Confusion” by Mikayla Ebermill

“A HANDFUL OF FLASHING COLORED CONFETTI” by Mara Masolini

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