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

Posted in Dramatic on Jan 10, 2025

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“Since 99” by Crymes King

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Woefully lofty sentiments, faded treasures of earthly personage whisk-fully spirited towards Godly presence, declarations of patronage amongst unity … yup, On Christ in heaven~On God encompasses all … I remember. I most definitely remember, remember clear the feelings of decaying normalcy horrifically fast-fading in realistic sight. — sight not summoned, sight not wanted —In reflective remembrance, this the type of memory that equates thematically to every personalized traumatic experience lived, cycloned into a mother-nature curated pl...

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“I REMEMBER...” by Carolyn Petersen

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I REMEMBER….. Sitting at the kitchen table our long sullen faces staring at the bowl of oatmeal. My older brother and sister and I were not talking, we just stared at the bowl. Oatmeal that was not as I know it now, full of enriched grain , dried fruits, honey and almond milk. No this was just plain lumpy oatmeal. Mom felt as long as it was hot that was all that mattered on a cold morning in western New york.We had a snowstorm last night and for sure we would be walking to school in a couple of feet of snow. School was about a half mile from...

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“Flume of Doom” by G S Martin

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Content warning: Strong language The infamous' Flume of Doom' is like an enormous roof gutter running north to south through Utah, channeling summer run-off from the Wasatch Range. And here you are, with your girl, Debbie, and best friend, Kirk, peering down at the rushing water. This is the entry point for daredevils and idiots. And you, sir, are no daredevil. This is where you and your friends might be cutting your little road trip short because you're about to stand on the brink of uncertainty...

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“The Day my Mother Disappeared” by D.S. Cannon

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I remember the way the grass glittered and sparkled in the crisp February air when the woman that I once called my mother, but now only call curses in my mind, brought us on the porch to tell us the news. The words each fell like atom bombs sprinkled into the fragile life of a six year old child and I fixed my watering eyes on the cracks in our porch, trying not to cry. “I’m leaving,” she said casually. “Moving to Idaho. And I’m going to start a better family and you’ll never see me again.” My first grade vocabulary wasn’t ro...

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“The Final Escape” by Andra Patterson

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I stand here with a strong look of disdain on my face and a relief of the deep-rooted hatred I’ve concealed all these years dissolving within each molecule of my being. Hatred of this magnitude was capable of starting wars and responsible for the massacres of entire peoples. It was the type of hate that fueled pure rage like throwing barrels of propane on a sparking match. It controlled my life for many years, even after her absence became permanent, her voice still rang in my ears, everywhere I ventured, I could hear the insults, so I...

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“Categories” by Aiyana Henderson

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I remember the blooming trees that turned from summer to fall as the leaves fell down drastically. My sister and I were both born in these seasons, her summer, and I fall. Somehow, our personalities matched those seasons too. Mary-Anne Rich was full of sunshine, relaxation, and summer love, whereas I had the magnitude of feeling colorful for the upcoming holidays Halloween and Thanksgiving. I am thankful and haunting to people I encounter.That's where the similarities end. Mary-Anne and I were in different social groups in high school. She b...

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“Can we just stop!” by Laura Ethington

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Leah sat staring into her untouched latte while her senses were slowly overwhelmed. It was the first time she'd left the apartment in the weeks since she'd been back in the city. The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans and cinnamon; its warm hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of glass cups provided what would normally be a soothing scene, but it was just too much for her. She sat across from her best friend, Zoe, seeing her lips moving but not hearing her. The steam swirled upward from her cup, dissipating before reaching her face....

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“Purity's Prison” by Alaina Grace

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Florence splattered the white walls with paint. She ran across the alley, splashing the walls with color. She worked quickly to create her masterpiece: a stunning meadow dotted with flowers. Roses, daisies, marigolds, lilacs and tulips filled the scene. She painted every flower she could think of. Filled with adrenaline, Florence brought her vision to life. She honed in on the little details, bringing each flower to life. The blend of colors was like nothing anyone had ever seen before. She painted with grace. The artwork jumped out ...

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“Relationship Startup” by David Frankle

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It’s always worse than it is and better than it seems to be. Even when you’re cruel and it hurts, I know things will improve soon. When you say I think I’m too good for a normal corporate job and that’s why I started a company, you make me feel arrogant and lazy. But I know I can still convince you to trust me. Maybe if I got some investment, or made progress on the product, you wouldn’t say I’m only doing this because I had a bad experience with a boss. I wince when you say, “You don’t think I’ve ever had a bad boss? I’ve been working for e...

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“The Cabin” by Dita Dow

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I remember the smell of the old pine cabin, its wood panels soaked with decades of campfire smoke, spilled coffee, and the faint mustiness of forgotten summers. It always hits me the second I step inside, like the ghost of a memory I didn’t know I missed. That cabin, tucked away in the woods by Pine Lake, has been in our family for generations, though calling it "family-owned" feels a bit formal for a structure that barely clings to its foundation. The summer I’m thinking about—probably the most important summer of my life—was the year my d...

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“Remembering Life” by Sabrina Frew

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Today was the day. The day the old woman would remember for the rest of her days on earth. With short unsteady shuffles, she took the arm of her granddaughter, who gently guided her up the icy snowy steps of the funeral home. A man dressed in black opened the old parlor door and took their coats. The woman paused to take in the moment, the people, and the emotions before moving forward. “Take your time, grandma.” The granddaughter spoke softly. The grandmother's eyes glistened as she ...

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““I Remember…”” by Dennis Wells

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Crowding around glowing coals of an open fire-pit, seeking warmth on a chilly winter’s night, laughter resounded as each man reflected on times long past when life was full, and the future bright. Taking turns to relive events caused obscure memories to vividly reawaken, until at last only one remained and attention turned in anticipation. Smoke spiraled high as the breeze picked up, but not a word was said. Lost in deep thought as to what had already been reminisced, the orator struggled with where to begin. This annual get-together for men...

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“Family Hill” by David Kobaissi

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Family Hill I am sitting with my father. He is furious. We’re at a small coffee table by the side of a wide street. It’s not a highway, but the kind of boulevard where cars pass quietly, not in a rush. His eyes are sharp, piercing, tracking every move I make. His tension fills the air, suffocating me as if it’s another entity sitting between us. He confronts me about my messages. He reads them out loud, repeating my words like accusations. I don’t know how he got access to them—my texts, my phone calls with Luca—but here they are, thrown bac...

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“Flickers of Summer” by Jae Cherie

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The first time I saw Camilla, she was sitting on the hood of a beat-up car, a cigarette dangling from her lips and a sketchbook balanced on her knees. Her eyes met mine, and it felt like she had already unraveled me. I should’ve walked away then—maybe everything would’ve turned out differently. But instead, I walked toward her.“You always stare at people like that?” she asked, not looking up from her sketch.“Only when they’re sitting on cars that might explode any second,” I shot back.She smirked, closed the sketchbook, and extended her hand...

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“Pesky Breathing” by Steve Delgado

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There was a steel leader attached to the end of the old surf fishing rod, but no hook. I’d forgotten to bring something for bait anyway, so I climbed below to check the junk drawer in the cabin cruiser’s galley for any stray lures. The rhythmic, steady sound of the engines was a bit muffled from the cabin, but a steady ocean breeze coming through partially opened windows would keep you awake. There was a lure in the back of the drawer that was larger than I wanted to use, about five inches or so. It did have a menacing treble hook in the mid...

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

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✍️ 164 stories

“Since 99” by Crymes King

“I REMEMBER...” by Carolyn Petersen

“Flume of Doom” by G S Martin

“The Day my Mother Disappeared” by D.S. Cannon

“The Final Escape” by Andra Patterson

“Categories” by Aiyana Henderson

“Can we just stop!” by Laura Ethington

“Purity's Prison” by Alaina Grace

“Relationship Startup” by David Frankle

“The Cabin” by Dita Dow

“Remembering Life” by Sabrina Frew

““I Remember…”” by Dennis Wells

“Family Hill” by David Kobaissi

“Flickers of Summer” by Jae Cherie

“Pesky Breathing” by Steve Delgado

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