Write a story that includes someone saying, “Thank you for that.”

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“Office Coffee” by Sima Greenfield

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TW: Murder, suicide, and mental health are topics in this story “Denise? Denise!” Mark screams into the empty hallway when he gets home from work. The sun is setting and his stomach is turning. “Denise!” He paces through the house until he reaches the bedroom. Denise is in bed with the covers up to her chest and she's blankly staring into her phone. “Denise? What are you doing?” He asks, and she shakes herself out of the trance. “What time is it?” she says drowsily. “It’s 6:30… Is this what you did all day?” “U...

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“NDE and Me” by Patricia Merewether

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I still remember that feeling. It was like sledding, but flat on my back. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't. I was so weak that no part of me would move, but I still felt the rolling, little bumps here and there. Excruciating pain raged through every fiber of my body, but I couldn't move or make a sound, not even a groan. Then I heard disjointed voices, "Stat," "rapid pulse, thready," "She's coming round." The rolling stopped. Someone pushed my eyelid open and aimed a blinding light at me. I wanted to close my eye or turn away, but...

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“The gift of a new perspective” by Al Davison

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Warning: This story contains situations involving mental health issues, along with potential sensitive vocabulary for some...It sincerely felt unfeasible to thoroughly fathom why I withheld such a deleterious compulsion of self loathing. I depleted a drastically disturbing amount of time examining the way I was wired, along with religiously fault finding and criticizing my habits and behavior. I had substantial amounts of built up agony, animosity, and bleakness, towards not only the world, yet myself. I couldn't seem to triumph the battle a...

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“Farewell Apartment 419” by Phineas Andrews

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Note: Sexual themes and coarse languageI passed Macey, the new girl on the floor. Her head down, smiling and batting her eyelashes at me as I passed her. I did not break sight. Sometimes, I swear I’d even hear her giggle. She couldn’t make it any clearer, she wanted me. Good news for her, I was through with my last 'blowbuddy' and my ‘Thursday’ recently engaged so my schedule was ready for new prospects.It wasn’t hard to seduce women, really. My Baltimore apartment had a spectacular view over the inner harbor. Enormous sliding doors that, wh...

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“All Plans Fall Through” by Emily A

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Elle had been convinced of the impending ruination of her life on many occasions; although none had actually come to pass, she was never less certain that this time- this time- would be different. She attempted to assuage this sense of dread by ensuring she was always prepared for every possible scenario. Despite this preparation, today’s life-ruining information in question didn’t miraculously disappear from her phone screen, no matter how hard she stared at it. Apparently, meticulous planning and well-thought-out schemes don’t work for eve...

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“A Good Daughter” by Sharon Catlett

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Candy, formerly Candida, heard her phone buzz again vibrating furiously on the table and her stomach tightened. It was her, again! Why, why, why?! She’s got Susie, the beautiful daughter, or Joey, the sweet son, why does she want the daughter she named after a hideous fungal infection (which was revealed to her in the 7th grade by her best friend!) Buzz buzz. “Not today!” she shouted at the phone. Susie gave her the heads up last night that Mom might want her nails done today and she was going to be at th...

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“About Vi” by Cindy Strube

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About Vi“My son! My son! You finally came to see me!”A very old woman tries to scoot her braked wheelchair forward. She’s gripping the arms so hard, her knuckles turn white. Tears course down her crepey cheeks, even as she smiles. An attendant in happy-face scrubs pads up to her, the non-skid soles of her shoes squeaking on the speckled linoleum. “Now, Vi, don’t bother him. He’s here making a delivery.” The attendant smiles and pats the woman’s shoulder.“Not coming to see me? Dennis!” she wails. “Can’t you stay and visit?”The man w...

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“Juilan” by Shaynuh Sloane

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“So, what do you mean involved with it” I said as I crossed my arms on the table placing my right hand on my face as I leaned in on her. “I mean like, I wanna know more about how to do everything. I feel like there's more to it that I don't know anything about. And I don't wanna just take a class and pass the class, I wanna understand what's going on and how these things work. You know what I mean?” “Yeah, but elaborate” I wanted to see where she was going with this. “Like the basics. I feel like the other managers who were here be...

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“A tale of a cat and an inkwell” by F.O. Morier

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Philip whistled across the street. He felt good. Life was good! Mr. Brown: Philip's boss, was not an easy man to please, but he had just given him a raise. was pleased with him, and he had just received a raise. Philip had lost his father the year before, and apart from the house he had lived in, he had left nothing. He had not worked much before his death, and the family's finances were meager. After the funeral, Philip had to go straight to work to support himself and his mother. With that, he had to give up his dream of going to col...

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“Who's afraid of nightshade?” by Ryan Pattison

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A decaying screech from the decrepit old gate announcing my earnest arrival, at first glance, I planned inside of my head, a dire need for tremendous revival. The grass blades were lanky and monstrous, all tangled in an effortless war, as if extended and stretched out this way, like many years grown before. There were tendrils polluting the cottage, it was drowning and fully submerged, every edge, every wall was besieged by the contagious, irreversible surge. towering trees with leaves of all colours, and climbers co...

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“A Plant For Your Thoughts” by Elena Ilkova

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The moment my husband pulled the rental car on the driveway of our future home, I saw our new neighbor look at me through the windshield and assume I do not speak English. When people think you don’t speak their language in their country they miss-judge that you do not have the ammo to judge them and allow themselves a longer stare at you. I have seen those kinds of eyes lay upon me so many times before, brazenly studying me, their superiority making them believe that the longer they stare they will learn how to pigmy communicate just like t...

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“Once We Were Happy” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #175

Chili mac covered with oozing cheese for her baby girl, still chunky at age 3 with a round moonpie face and legs that started off as thick sturdy tree trunks before tapering off into sapling branches and flat feet with long floor tapping toes. Vegetable soup for her little boy, tall and painfully thin, owing more so to the racehorse metabolism he’d inherited from his father than the food allergies she had to carefully screen everything he consumed for. There was not a drop of butter on the rice the two children would share and although her d...

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“The Greed of the Rich” by Natalie Schmitt

Submitted to Contest #175

The city was falling apart. The people, the buildings, the ideals, everything. Ever since The War ended and the soldiers came home, everyone had been arguing. Those who were against The War were angry at the soldiers for fighting, and those who were for it were mad that they lost. It had seemed, around Chrismastime last year, that the tide was turning in our favor, but we got beat down again and never got back up. That was the same with many of the soldiers themselves; many had died and the others were changed. My uncle had been drafted. Bef...

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“Dear Amanda” by Zoe Gangell

Submitted to Contest #175

Dear Amanda, The rain pittered and pattered and tapped incessantly as it cascaded like a flooding river against the windshield of my car. Minuscule rivulets migrated across the road, distorting the lines and letting the wheels glide endlessly through the highway’s storm. The stereo was too loud as the bass ripped through the still air and the screaming vocals started a ringing in my ears. A pressure built from behind my forehead but never did I glance at the volume dial. I only stared out into the world. Blind and lost. It wa...

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“Dragged by the Soul of Her Feet” by Curtis Jackson

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Mature themes, physical threats, discussions of murder, abduction, issues of race, discrimination, and rude language. Henrietta gripped her husband's arm, Stanley, as they approached the eastbound train platform's steps. It was much that she felt the perspiration under the palm of her hand and alongside her arm, feeling the slightly dampened fabric of his blazer. Said aged thirtyish Stanley, "when will you be convinced? I am taking this time off to see Dad." She replied, "I'm still trying to believe you'll take your mind off your work whil...

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Write a story that includes someone saying, “Thank you for that.”

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✍️ 47 stories

“Office Coffee” by Sima Greenfield

“NDE and Me” by Patricia Merewether

“The gift of a new perspective” by Al Davison

“Farewell Apartment 419” by Phineas Andrews

“All Plans Fall Through” by Emily A

“A Good Daughter” by Sharon Catlett

“About Vi” by Cindy Strube

“Juilan” by Shaynuh Sloane

“A tale of a cat and an inkwell” by F.O. Morier

“Who's afraid of nightshade?” by Ryan Pattison

“A Plant For Your Thoughts” by Elena Ilkova

“Once We Were Happy” by Asa P

“The Greed of the Rich” by Natalie Schmitt

“Dear Amanda” by Zoe Gangell

“Dragged by the Soul of Her Feet” by Curtis Jackson

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Start your story with two people planting a tree together.

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