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

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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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“Once I Wondered” by Search Bar

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Once I wondered how planes fly. Watching them depart and arrive, take off, and land with such ease and grace like it was nothing was my favorite activity as a kid. That’s how I learned I wanted to be a pilot. We traveled a lot by plane, overseas, to visit family and friends. I remember sometimes my parents would take me on “business joy rides” – that’s what they used to call them. I’ve never seen people so happy about their jobs as my parents. I hoped I could also feel like that about my future occupation.Once I wondered where people go when...

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“I Cried the Day Superman Died” by Joe Liotta

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I remember. I remember I cried the day Superman died. Try as I might, I just couldn’t hold it in. I mean, I hadn’t even cried at my dad’s funeral and here I was, in my mid-twenties, and reading a comic book with tears streaming down my face. You see, I grew up with Superman. The old reruns of the TV show. The movies. The comic book. You name it. My first contact with him was when my father took me to the neighborhood candy store and bough...

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“The Things We Remember... ” by Paisley Erickson

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Authors Note: This story contains themes and mentions of the following: suicide, death, gore/violence, mental health.We all have our regrets. Some we get to change, others we must live with for our whole lives. Some regrets are terrible, unforgivable things. Others aren't bad at all, but they are all regrets for a reason. My regret falls in the former. It is an evil thing, and it haunts me now, 20 years later. And I know it will haunt me to my last breath, Which is undoubtedly soon. well, you want to know what I did? I murdered my daughter. ...

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“Food Court” by Dale Snail

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I remember waking up on the floor of the dressing room with a terrible crick in my neck. I rubbed my eyes and squinted in the mirror. My ironed-straight hair was frizzed at the part and a thumb-sized hickey peeked out from under my terry zip-up. I couldn’t remember who’d given it to me, which—if I’m being honest, not hugely shocking. Two angry knocks and then: “Caitlin, are you seriously asleep in there again?” I smoothed my hair in the mirror and wiped spittle from my lip. If they didn’t want us sleeping in the dressing rooms, they sh...

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“I Remember” by Valerie Odell

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I Remember…. I remember the first time he fell. We were on a family vacation. I turned six that summer. My parents had rented a cabin at a lake for the week. What an exciting week it had been. Our family, who lived in a small rural town in the middle of the Alberta prairies, had never been to a lake. Lots of sloughs but never a lake. Later I learned my father, as a child, had spent many summers at a different lake. At home, my father and grandfather owned the town’...

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“The Canoe and the Rock” by Barbara Czinger

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I remember a time I should have listened to my intuition… It was July 10, 2004, a Saturday. The Saturday after my best run ever, just a 5k (3.2 miles) but under 30 minutes. Twenty years ago, now, but some days it seems like I can bring up the memory like yesterday. Other days, it is so distant I can’t even see my sweet Golden Retriever, Quincy. Harper’s Ferry Maryland was hot that day, well, July on the East coast always is. Humid, sticky and a perfect day for being on the water. Except I did not want to go. Quick sidenote, Harper’s Ferry Ma...

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“All the Little Things We Can't Forget” by Jeremiah Moore

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People always say it’s the small things in life that make the biggest difference. Often, it's said with a wistful sentiment, the kind that’s supposed to make you feel all fluttery and happy inside. It’s a saying built on hope, the hope that something seemingly insignificant might come along and make your day, or even your whole life, so much better. Everyone and anyone would love to believe in such a thing. As for me? I gave up on that hope a while ago, but I haven’t given up on that saying. &nb...

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“Round Here” by Syd B

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Do you remember when we’d get stoned in the parking lot of the one donut shop downtown after our parents locked us out, on those summer days that seep into your pores and settle in your bones? Then we’d hide from the smothering heat while pressing our faces up against the window inside, mesmerized by the dough’s journey around the conveyor belt loop. I know you remember the last time we ever did that. I remember how you whispered encouragement to the fresh batch of future donuts as they disappeared into the machine. You were wearing that awf...

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“Dilemma” by Doowuese Igbazua

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Dilemma “Will you marry me?” This was the one little question that made me pack my things and move all the way out to my family’s old lake house miles away. I know Jayden was expecting a “yes” from me, I was too, but somehow my legs moved faster than my mouth. The worst part of that moment was the tear I saw roll down his eyes before I turned around and left him, one knee down at the beach. The reality of that question was a serious wake up call for me. I had been hiding under the illusion of a promising life that I built on a lie. Now I am ...

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“Take Me With You” by Paulina Smal

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[TW: mentions of abuse]Casey dangled from the bed upside down, hair brushing the carpet. “I just don’t get it.” “You don’t have to get it,” Bee shot back, shoving a hoodie into her bag like it had offended her. “But–” “This isn’t about you.” Casey sucked in a breath, a feeling he couldn’t explain making his chest all tight. His voice was small when he whispered, “But… you’re leaving me behind.” His sister froze with her arm halfway under their dresser. Hope sparked fire-bright in Casey’s heart, thinking, for just a m...

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“The Last Five Seconds” by Shelly Gamble

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It started with a sound. A low hum, like the vibration of a plucked string, but it wasn’t coming from outside—it was inside me, resonating in my chest, my skull, my very bones. I blinked, or at least I thought I did, and the room around me shifted, stretched, then snapped back like a rubber band. The world blurred, and for a split second, I felt as though I was falling, spiraling into something vast and unknowable. And then—silence. One moment, I was standing in my living room, and the next, I was lying on my childhood bed, staring up a...

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“The Unthinkable” by John Guzman

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Two men are sitting at a table together. They have been friends since they were little. Jeff and Larry. They are 42 and 41 years old. It was a normal Tuesday for both of them, drinking coffee and talking about football. But while they were conversing, Jeff said, “Do you remember when we won the state championship together?” “I remember,” Larry says proudly. That was 25 years ago. “One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four!” Larry looked at Jeff. “I don’t know how much longer- how much longer I can do this for!” It was state cha...

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“A Good Joke” by Marvin Maynard

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Outside the windows poured a river that fell from the clouds. The brick walls that boxed me in bled a dark damp grey. All I had to do was utter one sentence to revive that frozen ambiance from the day she died. The mom was holding her face. She wasn’t crying yet, but I knew she knew this topic would reopen suppressed wounds. Then there was the dad. His black-yellow thousand-yard scowl locked me in a seat at the table. Fine by me. My sanity depended upon this. If sitting was as far as I could go, I’ll be joining her soon enough as compensatio...

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“The December I Used to Know” by Je Señor

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It’s December again. I hate December. The twinkling and the flashing Christmas lights. They make you dizzy when you stare too long or try to follow the lighting pattern. And the caroling. Don’t get me started on those people. Half of them are just doing it as a December gig. You feel obligated to fork over cash just to shut them up. I don’t feel it anymore—the December spirit. That’s all.It makes me feel lonely. Don’t get me wrong—I used to love December. I remember the whole month feeling exciting when I was young: New Year, Christmas, and ...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 164 stories

“Flickers of Summer” by Jae Cherie

“Once I Wondered” by Search Bar

“I Cried the Day Superman Died” by Joe Liotta

“The Things We Remember... ” by Paisley Erickson

“Food Court” by Dale Snail

“I Remember” by Valerie Odell

“The Canoe and the Rock” by Barbara Czinger

“All the Little Things We Can't Forget” by Jeremiah Moore

“Round Here” by Syd B

“Dilemma” by Doowuese Igbazua

“Take Me With You” by Paulina Smal

“The Last Five Seconds” by Shelly Gamble

“The Unthinkable” by John Guzman

“A Good Joke” by Marvin Maynard

“The December I Used to Know” by Je Señor

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