Write a story with a character or the narrator saying “I remember…”

Posted in Dramatic on Jan 10, 2025

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“Tempted by Tacos” by Tempest Phoenix Smith

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I remember how impressed everyone was in the 1980s by a group of four travelling teachers invited to our place of worship. In those days, spiritual practices could not be explored on the internet, when, other than books which sometimes contradicted each other or confused more than they enlightened, teachers from various backgrounds and religious orientations were the only source of knowledge. When they first disembarked on a Sunday morning from their white minivan with the inspiring logo and inscription on the side, the driver, we...

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“"Dads House" ” by Grace Evelyn

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I remember Dad’s house. I remember the steep, carpeted stairs, the large, bare bedroom, the vast and overgrown garden at the back that bordered on the woods, the taste of tiger bread and salted butter, and the fairies. It’s one of those houses that’s sandwiched in between a million others, but it has three bedrooms, one bathroom, and a kitchen and living room of course. It has a patio and a rose bush outside that I once reached into the depths of to retrieve a plump, pink flower, only when I pulled out my hand a bee sat perfectly fat on my ...

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“~Genesis~” by Jim Parker

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A shot at Flash Fiction~Genesis~Lightly slapping Jake the novelist/theologian/archaeologist, (he had impressive credentials in all three disciplines) brought him back to consciousness. His wrists were secured to the arms of a wooden chair. With no inkling of where he was or what was happening, he began to struggle until he saw an incredibly striking woman standing in front of him. Her body was a dichotomy of voluptuous curves and hardened muscularity. Pale skin, vivid emerald green eyes, pure white hair past her waist and dressed in all whit...

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“Elke's Mystic Dream.” by Julie Grenness

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"Welcome to a new decade in my journey through the Universe." Cosmic Mystic Elke was sitting in the morning sunlight, planning for her 40th birthday celebration. She was not really a true vintage as yet, as she wanted a quiet gathering around her home with her darling companion, Big Al. Her stepdaughter, Elly, would also be there, with some of Elke's closer gal pals and fans of her mystic healing. The Christian brigade of her rellies would glean an invite. Elke's cosmic ideals continue to focus on being as steadfast as Big Al, with her ambiv...

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“The pink jumpsuit” by Mary Lagreen

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I remember when my father brought me back from the village. It was the 1990s—a difficult time for the country, torn by a civil war on one side and the Abkhazian war on the other. My family couldn’t afford to support us in the city, so I had been sent to the village.I was about five years old. It was winter, and I was dressed warmly in a pink jumpsuit I adored, even though it was torn at the knee. My black jacket was worn, my hair tangled, and my big black eyes reflected the uncertainty of the times. My father, never one for neatness, likely ...

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“I Remember” by Gary Gallant

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I RememberI remember my grandfather had a plate in his head and an artificial eye. He used both when he played with his grandchildren.“Watch this,” Gampy said. He tapped on his head with the artificial left eye he held. We could hear the tap tapping, and of course, we squealed.“Gampy, that’s gross,” my eight-year-old self said. “Do it again.”Gampy tapped some more, then reached down beside his wheelchair and rolled his eye across the floor, the rolling sound loud on the old wood floor until it popped against the baseboard of the far wall.“Go...

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“Treasured Memories” by Cynethea Cunningham

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The chipped floral teacup warmed my hands like only old things can. The porcelain was thin and worn, almost translucent in the afternoon sun that streamed through the kitchen window. I traced the faded blue forget-me-nots with my thumb, each petal a tiny memory, and then I said it, a breath more than a whisper, “I remember...”“I remember the smell of her lavender soap,” I began, the memory vivid. “It clung to everything in the house, a strong scent that felt like a hug.” Grandma Eliza had a penchant for lavender, a comfort that permeated eve...

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“Blood Flowers” by Jes Oakheart

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It was close to midnight as I pressed myself into a damp maple tree, my gaze fixed on the four-eyed, twelve-hooved stag in the clearing. Its antlers were twisted and tangled and reminded me of the roots of plants kept in pots too small. I trained my arrow on the beast, following its four glowing eyes reflecting the moonlight, my bowstring tensed and ready to be released. Just one of its golden eyes plucked from its skull would pay for a year’s worth of magic lessons at the academy. All four plus its pelt would pay for my entire education and...

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“Slobbering Oatmeal into Her Sweater” by Lily Finch

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Our virtue or excellence does not drive our actions but by the act itself. "We are what we do," ~Aristotle. Saliva mixed with cooked oats and brown sugar dripped in small streams from the wrinkled corner of her mouth onto her hunter-green cable-knit sweater. The kitchen emitted the aroma of cooked oats. Still, the scent of brown sugar dominated the ambiance, making it more attractive, reminiscent of when my parents lived here many years ago. The creek on the floor next to the archway notified me of Dad's approach, and Ada and I separated the...

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“I Remember When” by John Steckley

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Three old men, George, Henry and Frank, are sitting up high in the hockey arena, in what had historically been called the ‘cheap seats,’ watching a NHL game. The first period has just ended. They have decided to get themselves some coffee and biscuits from the machines on the food floor. It is a long way down, but they did not mind as they wanted to talk as well as drink coffee and eat biscuits, no matter how stale they might be. There are chairs on the food floor that they could arrange so that they are facing each other...

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“The Savior” by Joan Zipko

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The Savior With my neck sticking to the thin plastic pillow and sweat beading on my forehead, I’m in and out of memories merging from indistinguishable dreams. Feeling a surge of adrenalin, I try to figure out what’s real by focusing on the sparse surroundings. I think I’m in one of the glaring-white hospice rooms under a thin white sheet, with one piece of bleeping equipment and a lonely steel chair. Pushing my brown, straggly, damp hair from my face, I pull myself up to sit with my back against the frail pillow. As though detecting my act...

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“Heartbeat of the Home” by Barbara Minshall

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Why can't I remember? he thought. His mind would only reveal flashes of the afternoon's events.His head was on fire, sweat dripping down his face, like an addict on autopilot. Grant Liscomb burst through the front door, avoiding his mother in the kitchen. Like a spider returning to its web, his lanky teenage legs scurried up the wooden stairs of the old farmhouse to his bedroom. His arms flailed with uncontrollable fear as he yanked the dirt-covered shirt over his head, discarded it on the floor, then bounded to the bathroom, slamming the do...

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“The Appointment” by Nona Yobis

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I remember my appointment, I remember my appointment, I remember my appointment. Tuesday at 2. Tuesday at 2. Tuesday at 2. …I’m totally going to forget again, I need to put a reminder in my phone. Where’s my phone? Crap, where did I put it now? Is it in the kitchen? Maybe I can make up a song to help me remember the appointment. What’s a good song to use…Oh, I know! Breakfast at Tiffany’s, I love that song! “And I said, when is my, appointment with the doooooctor,I said, I think it’s Tuesday at 2, and If I recall, I think, i...

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“The Purple Sky ” by Jennifer Adkins

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I remember how your flowers smelled on the day you passed away. The purple daffodils next to your bed, and the lavender scent lingering about the room. You laid on your back in bed, the windows open, and sunlight beaming on your face. A gentle breeze blew the curtains, matching the rhythm of your breath. You breathed slowly, as I sat on the edge of the bed. I checked my watch; 4:02pm. You had not opened your eyes since yesterday, as if they were already at rest for you. I watched your chest intently, your hands gracefully placed across each ...

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“A Journey Through Time: Jane’s Unforgettable Adventure” by Edward J. McCoul

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“A Journey Through Time: Jane’s Unforgettable Adventure” By Edward J. McCoul “I remember a day I was so excited because I was going to the Clark Gable Museum in Cadiz, Ohio! What would take place was the furthest thing from my wildest imagination that would happen!”Jane had always been a fan of classic Hollywood films, and visiting the Clark Gable Museum was a dream come true. As she wandered through the exhibits, admiring the memorabilia and photographs, she felt a sense of nostalgia and wonder. On the second floor, she noticed a small, inc...

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Write a story with a character or the narrator saying “I remember…”

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✍️ 164 stories

“Tempted by Tacos” by Tempest Phoenix Smith

“"Dads House" ” by Grace Evelyn

“~Genesis~” by Jim Parker

“Elke's Mystic Dream.” by Julie Grenness

“The pink jumpsuit” by Mary Lagreen

“I Remember” by Gary Gallant

“Treasured Memories” by Cynethea Cunningham

“Blood Flowers” by Jes Oakheart

“Slobbering Oatmeal into Her Sweater” by Lily Finch

“I Remember When” by John Steckley

“The Savior” by Joan Zipko

“Heartbeat of the Home” by Barbara Minshall

“The Appointment” by Nona Yobis

“The Purple Sky ” by Jennifer Adkins

“A Journey Through Time: Jane’s Unforgettable Adventure” by Edward J. McCoul

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