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Write a story that includes the line “Do I know you?” or “Have we met before?”

Posted in Dramatic on Jun 27, 2025

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Double

Submitted to Contest #309

I never really understood the meaning of college. We attend school for twelve years just to be told "hey it's not over yet... what do you see yourself in the next ten years? best to go to college and find a major!" at the end of senior year. Give me a fucking break! from pre-school to kindergarten to first grade, second, and so on its a never ending story of "it's not over yet". And they wonder why some of us don't make it past sophomore year, half of us get on exotic drugs after graduation, and the ones they do make their way to college the...

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Do I Know You?

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I had a dream last night of a past life, not my own past life, but that of an older man from the past who lived in a shack near a mountain top. It was a rustic-looking shack. Not weather-beaten, or dirty, or shabby. But it suited him. Every day, he sat in a chair outside his front door so he could talk to anyone who passed by. A man who had very little, but he gave everything he had to others if they were in need. I think it was a dream, I’m not sure of anything at this moment. It seemed so real, but at the same time, it felt weird and wonde...

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Blue House, Black Cat

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It was perfect. Light blue with a charming 80s interior. Just enough rooms for what she needed.Jenna stepped outside with her morning coffee the day after she moved in, ready to enjoy the view of the hills, when a soft chirp came from near her feet. A small black cat was lounging there like it had lived there its whole life.“Did someone leave you here?” Jenna asked, bending down to pet it.The cat leaned into her hand, purring.“No collar, huh? Let’s get you some food.”She stepped back inside, leaving only the screen door shut behind her. At t...

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Second Breath of Us

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SECOND BREATH OF US A Short Storyby J C Neel I get off the bus at my usual stop, just as I have for the past six years. But this time, deep in thought, I trip and nearly lose my balance. I manage to regain my footing before falling, hoping no one notices. When I look up in embarrassment, a beautiful young woman is smiling at me. It isn’t a mocking smile, more like a friendly one. As I make my way into the small group of people waiting for the next bus, she walks up to me. “Don’t you hate when that happens? Maybe you should lighte...

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The Face of Amy

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June 1977Twenty-one year old Amy Morgan walked down the produce aisle of the grocery store, the lights reflecting off her long, dark hair. As she was turning over an orange in her hand, a dark-haired man of about twenty-five approached her. “I’m sorry to bother you, Miss” the man began nervously, “but, well…do I know you?” Amy was used to men and their pick up lines, but this one truly exasperated her. She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think so.” She went back to her oranges. But this guy was persistent. “I know what this must sound like. I’m D...

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Twice entwined

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Warning: this story briefly mentions the aftermath of an accident, including a hospital scene. Two sets of footsteps running down the stairs made Elsbeth look up from her knitting project. Two red-haired heads then peeked from the doorway. “Granny, Mommy promised us you would tell us a story before bed today!” Darren said, eyes twinkling with mischief that told Elsbeth immediately knew they were up to no good. His brother Stephen followed silently but nodded in agreement. Elsbeth put her knitting down on her lap. "Is that so?” she asked, r...

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Death Ride

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"Can I get a window seat?Don't want nobody next to me." Leesa was grooving to her favorite artist, Erykah Badu. The soothing vocals from her Bluetooth earbuds calmed her nerves as she glanced around the outside platform of the Pennsylvania Avenue 3 train stop, absorbing the perfect bright sunny afternoon. The warm breeze grazed Leesa's mocha-kissed skin. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Days like this, Leesa opted not to wear sunglasses. She was a Leo - a true Sun Baby! Leesa tried to live her life as quietly as possible. She was a Case Mana...

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Time and Eternity

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*sexual content (between the big spaces) “Good morning, my love.” He quietly announces pressing feather light kisses to my cheeks, my nose, my brow. I smile, remembering last night. I sang to the top of my lungs, danced around with my friends, and swayed in the arms of the love of my life.I slowly blink my eyes open finding the dark emerald gaze that held mine the day before, promising to love me, cherish me, protect me. For time and all eternity. I reached up slowly, gently tracing the veins in my husband’s arm. My husband, I thought. “Good...

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Strangers Again

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The train shuddered once—enough to disturb the surface of Mara’s coffee—then stopped. Not at a station. Not in a tunnel. Just… nowhere. Outside the window: fog. White and thick like cotton dragged across the sky. There was no road, no tracks, no city. There was just fog consuming the world. She blinked and looked around. The carriage was nearly empty. A woman in a gray coat was dozing, her head tilted against the glass. A kid with earbuds bobbed his head to a beat no one else could hear. Then there he was, in front of her. A man, maybe in hi...

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The Lost Brother

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The rain poured down from the heavy gray clouds above relentlessly, the sounds of thick drops pattering against the rocks filling the balcony that overlooked the valley. Joey leaned over the balcony with his hands tightly gripping the railing watching the dark horizon. “Of course it has to rain before the big day,” he muttered to himself. “Every time I’m reminded of him and how it could’ve been different.” He shook his head, continuing to gaze out. “And yet we’ve come so far,” a soft voice said behind him. “I think he would’ve been proud of ...

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What You Don't Know

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What You Don't KnowBy G. Robert Frazier Think you know me? Think it's safe for your kids to come marching up the drive to my front door and ring my bell? Think I'll smile and fill their bags with treats? What do you know? I'll tell you. You know what I want you to know about me, nothing more. The rest is just blanks you fill in. That you make up. For instance: You know I am an editor for a daily newspaper. Have been for years. So, you fill in the rest. You think that's a respectable profession. You believe I am a...

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Remember

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The release of the violin string left behind a devastating, melancholic note to intertwine with the gentle stillness of the air—the sort of beauty that only appealed to those with a penchant for the grayer side of life. Observing silently, a woman sitting solitarily on a bench near the performer discreetly wiped her eyes, her forlorn expression contrasting the small, nostalgic smile that had crossed her face. “Who taught you to play?” she inquired gently, praying that he would meet her eyes and show some sort of recognition. Anything to pro...

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The Assignment

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I checked my black Casio for the fifth time in two minutes. Just like phones, watched watches don’t speed up. The rain was relentless, and I was beyond uncomfortable, drenched and chilled to the bone.I’d responded to the post two days ago. The job: write a memoir in twenty-four hours. Ten thousand bucks. No questions. No names. It sounded simple enough, and I was ready. A freshly minted MFA from NYU, fueled by ambition and a healthy dose of arrogance. I was primed for a challenge like this.It was going to be easy money. If she showed up. If ...

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The True Side Of Ourselves

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It was around 12:30 at night on a dark quiet street. It was a street where traffic barely came by, and houses that paid no attention to the outside world. There was a tall mysterious figure on the horizon with a shawl over his head. He was a tall figure that had a scrawny posture, and looked to be holding a book in his hands clearly wanting to be noticed. It said to meet at the street of Revender at 12:30. This was where he was supposed to get the answers. This was going to solve the problems and fix his life. He checked his pocket to make s...

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At the Roundabout

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At the Roundabout Martin Cavanaugh has his breakfast and tea at precisely 7:15 every morning. He showers at 6:30, shaves, and dresses in the suit he has pressed and hung up for himself the night before. After breakfast, he drives his robin’s egg blue Mini Cooper to work, where he will be from 8 am until 5 pm, work permitting. On his way to work, Martin will circle the roundabout near a bus stop on a residential corner. He does this every day. Archie Mason knows this. He sees him round the circular road every morning at precisely 7:45, as Ar...

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