Write a story that contains the line, "I wish we could stay here forever."

Posted in Dialogue on May 31, 2024

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“The Boy in the House” by Carson Lupton

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The Window-The downstairs window is the only view to Outside. It’s small and square, and a white crack Spiderwebs near the top. The window’s image is a street, Curving out of frame. Houses and trees line the street, but since it’s winter right now the trees are barren. There are other windows in our house, But they’re covered. Blinds down, nailed shut. I asked Mom once why all the other windows were covered. She responded that it was for invisibility. She never expanded. But I’m sure it’s for good reason. Mom would never do anything bad. I k...

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“Shallow Hearts : The Sisters” by Ides Buysse

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Amelia and Selena were sisters with an unbreakable bond. They were always there for each other through thick and thin, no matter what. But their lives had never been easy, and they had faced more than their fair share of adversity. Their mother had passed away when they were young, leaving them in the care of their father, a man consumed by his own grief and vices. The house, once filled with laughter and warmth, became a place of shadows and sorrow. Unable to cope with his loss, their father turned to alcohol and gambling, eventually abando...

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“Vices and Visions” by Yesica Mayen

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It was late spring, the perfect time to go skinny dipping in the lake. You took a deep breath and released it as a sigh, holding high above your arms to touch the soft breeze. You tried to ignore the sound of what seemed to be a huge cargo van in the distance. Owls were uttering hoots to preach their greetings to mother nature, ducks were plucking each other's feathers, a sign that mating season was getting closer, the earth was fertile and you could feel that because you were standing barefoot on the grass, soft and strong with a vibrant gr...

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“The Parking Lot” by Thomas Dennis

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John pulled into the empty parking lot at Press Beach, the faded beige nose of the stolen hatchback stopping inches from the rusty guard rail that separated the pavement from the various shrubs medlied along the bluff that sloped down to the sand below. He cut the ignition and cussed at the sputtering car. He looked all around, scanning the lot, its pebbled oil stains mapped sporadically on the barren grid of flaking bronze lines. He began shedding his clothing in haste, starting with the black hooded sweatshirt and ballcap, all the way...

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“Sewage & Sunlight” by Elizabeth L

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Summers on the East coast sucked.Scratch that. Actually, all seasons on the East coast sucked. But summers especially. I hated how the cold made my skin itch in the winter. I hated how the heat made my skin burn and sweat in the summer. Spring and fall weren’t even in-betweens; they were both equally uncomfortable. “Olly!” The young toddler bursting into my room didn’t have enough teeth to pronounce his L’s yet, so to any other person, it sounded like he was spouting nonsense. When I heard him speak, I felt like I understood a whole oth...

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“NEED TO BE PLAYED” by Nigel Edwards

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Mom named me Joey. Pop called me Rib. He said I was a spare part, like that Prince guy, useless and without purpose. I didn’t like the why of it, but the name stuck. We lived in Chicago, a neighbourhood one step up from a trailer park but to Mom it was the most desirable place to be. She spent most of her life in the house, cleaning and cooking, or doing the same at the shelter where she could feel good about helping out in the community. Pop used to be in the navy, a big man invalided out when he lost the use of his legs during shore leave....

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“The Moments We Keep” by Sophie Goldstein

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Sol sat on one of the benches in front of her school, waiting for her mom to pick her up. It was 1pm. They’d had a half-day since the teachers had a conference from 2-6pm. Sol should’ve been happy. She loved half days for obvious reasons. But school, as short as it was, had been absolutely lousy. She spilled juice on her skirt before leaving the house and didn’t have time to change and her arch nemesis, Billy, had taken the opportunity to point it out every chance he got. “Look everyone! Sol pissed herself!” Sol of course got angry and denie...

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“Xenia” by David B

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“Isn’t it remarkable?” Phil exclaimed, stepping up on yet another chunk of rock, with only the slightest groan as his ageing knees clicked. Neither of the men could tell if the rock was part of the ruins, fallen and slowly decaying into the earth, or part of the landscape, soil eroded by the harsh winds and dry weather of the place. Neither particularly cared, another set of footprints couldn’t hurt. It had survived the fall of empires, it wouldn’t be crumbled by a pair of flexible soled orthopaedic hiking boots. “Yes, remarkable,” Beck agre...

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“A Promise is a Promise” by Victory 15

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The wind brushes against her cheeks, hair gently whipping behind her. The tassel of her extravagant cap swings back and forth. Her heels lightly click against the brick path as she walks away from everything she’s ever known. The setting sun shines its heavenly rays on the schoolyard. His eyes trail her movements, his stomach in knots. She stops in front of the fountain, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The sound of his footsteps replaces hers, as he approaches her still figure. “Amber,” he mutters, announcing his presence. She sli...

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“Forever in My Heart” by Hazel Carter

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Step back in time to the 1970s, a period characterized by its distinctive fashion and culture. Imagine a serene location that encapsulates the essence of childhood innocence. In a serene setting where carefree days once ruled before the unavoidable complexities of adulthood arose, I find myself embarking on the final summer of my innocence. And thus, the beginning of my story unfolds. I open my eyes to the gentle touch of the morning sunlight filtering through a narrow opening in the window, casting a warm glow throughout the room. It's the...

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“All the Time in the World” by K.C. Hammond

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“We have all the time in the world.”“Yes, but is this how you want to spend it?” she asked, lifting her head from his chest to look up at him. She had always loved those green eyes.He kissed the top of her head, “I couldn’t think of a better way.”She dropped her head back onto his chest, not entirely satisfied with his answer.They lay in the grass of their backyard beneath the starry night sky. Snuggled between them, was their one-year-old son, fast asleep and none the wiser.“Should we wake him?” she asked, stroking the boy’s pale blond hair...

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“The Chesterfield Chair” by Anthony Jones

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At just eleven years old, Dennis always dreamt of living in an enormous house, so massive and magnificent that it would earn the right to have its very own name: Lakeview Manor. Or perhaps Driftwood Estate, named after his favorite forest and hiding place in Northeastern America. Either way, In every respect, it would contrast the tiny cabin he grew up in. Gone would be the wooden panel walls, the grungy near-yellow carpet, the brown ceilings, and the clutter. God, the clutter, it was awful. Just to eat at the table, things like papers and f...

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“My Best Friend” by Isabella Krieg

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When I was younger, my best friend was a boy I went to preschool with. He lived about a block away from me, and his parents would always throw pool parties and barbeques in his backyard. It seemed like all the kids in the neighborhood were there for birthdays, July 4th, and just a good time. He had a seesaw that looked like an airplane and sat four people, some sort of symbol of the possibility of the future.Our other friend was a girl named Victoria. They were both a year older than me, but that never mattered. The way we spent our time in ...

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“Being Young And Getting Older ” by Adia Strunk

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“There is a point when everyone is young, you know.’’“Yes, I know that,’’ I say. “Everyone knows that. I’m no different.”Linnea turns to look at me, the hair that’s sprawled around her head nearly getting in her mouth as a breeze comes by. “Yeah, it’s obvious, but do you ever really think about it? Like your science teacher Mr. Bower, or your neighbors? The old lady that works at the dollar store? The one we always see taking smoke breaks?’’I turn my head away from her, looking back at the multi-colored sky. The sun is setting and we’re lyin...

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“Warm Memories” by Max Miraglia

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Warm MemoriesGeorge wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, not sure if it is sweat or tears, and keeps walking. The dusty, barren path is not quite how he remembers it, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Each step forward brings him closer and closer to memories he hasn’t dared to think of for a year. One whole year. He has lived thirty-six of them, but none that seemed to last as long as this one had. If there’s one thing that life has taught him, it’s that time is fickle. Like the blazing, Arizona wind tugging at his loose t-shi...

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Write a story that contains the line, "I wish we could stay here forever."

Submissions are closed

✍️ 89 stories

“The Boy in the House” by Carson Lupton

“Shallow Hearts : The Sisters” by Ides Buysse

“Vices and Visions” by Yesica Mayen

“The Parking Lot” by Thomas Dennis

“Sewage & Sunlight” by Elizabeth L

“NEED TO BE PLAYED” by Nigel Edwards

“The Moments We Keep” by Sophie Goldstein

“Xenia” by David B

“A Promise is a Promise” by Victory 15

“Forever in My Heart” by Hazel Carter

“All the Time in the World” by K.C. Hammond

“The Chesterfield Chair” by Anthony Jones

“My Best Friend” by Isabella Krieg

“Being Young And Getting Older ” by Adia Strunk

“Warm Memories” by Max Miraglia

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Write a story about a highly-strung character learning to slow down, or someone pursuing a quieter way of life.

Set your story over the course of a few minutes; no flashbacks, no flashforwards.

Start your story with a character canceling their plans.

Write about a character who has the ability to pause the passage of time.

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