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Write about a character discovering something new about their past that changes how they remember an important moment.

Posted in Dramatic on Jul 15, 2021

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The Breath of Night

Submitted to Contest #61

“The narrow crescent moon rises And the bleak September sun sets The wind of the east rises once more The Breath of Night has fallen.” Clovis sighed and tossed the parchment down into his luggage. If he had any intimacy toward poetry whatsoever, he might have cared about it. Something in the words stood out. They made him almost want to care. Something was different about them. “I represent the legacy of France!” He growled to himself, “If I knew…”  he picked up the paper whose words had been scrawled out upon it fiercely and tossed...

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Of her return

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The hospital corridor is stuffy and the air has an undertone of bleach. The walls are magnolia and are scraped in places from the hundreds of trolleys that have bumped into them. The pictures on the walls are cheap benign prints of uplifting scenes and above the double doors are large blue plastic signs with the areas of the hospital that lie ahead. I am a mother now. A mother to a beautiful little baby girl. Tiny fingers curl around my pinky. I watch the newborn peer through brand new eyes at what must be such a strange world after life in ...

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For Your Safety

Submitted to Contest #61

I raise my eyes to the woman reflected back at me. Every part of her has been prepared to look like the queen she was destined to be since the day she was born--from the crown atop her braided updo to the dress that hugs her waist and billows at her feet. Whenever I see myself in a mirror, I no longer see the girl who exchanged whispered I love yous in her mother’s secret alcove a month ago. The dark pools of the eyes reflected back at me seem like they belong to another person entirely. The spark that used to be present since the day I firs...

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Birth Right

Submitted to Contest #61

I loved my Mother.I laughed when she told me her many stories that took place somewhere in the sky. I sang sweet songs with her as we folded the never-ending pile of laundry. I cried harder than any raging storm while I watched her life leave her body, leaving behind nothing but a shell of lost memories.I will always love my Mother for all the blessings she gave me.But for this one moment, hatred burns through my body, and I read the words she could never tell me with her living voice, a secret that I am sure tore her apart with every waking...

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The Collector

Submitted to Contest #61

Maybe if more people listened to old ladies they would be alive longer.  “There’s another one in North Hampton.” There’s always another one, always another house to clean up after. All this, only because she left me. I dressed in my thick sweatshirt, pulling the hoodie over my head. It was time to begin my daily shifts.  Fog. First, there’s only fog and the few bits of trash littering the sidewalk. Today my fingers are numb around the closed doorknob, my hands shivering as I twist the key inside the lock. Some of the fog comes in...

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The regret

Submitted to Contest #61

The person lying in front of her was the last person in the world she would think of shedding tears for. Her green eyes scrutinized her father’s rigid face, his erect body, and his furrowed forehead. She let out a deep sigh, He was the person that had made her life worse than hell and unbearable to live. She was fed up of him. Even his sight made her sick. She could now go wherever she wants, there won’t be anyone to ruin her plans. She would live a normal life and a lot better one from the one she was living before.   She end...

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Falsely Accused

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Falsely Accused By: Haripriya “Students, please be seated right here. I am going to print all your test papers! Before taking the test, we are going to get a class picture! Please don’t go to my desk to take your worksheets from yesterday until I come back! ” Mrs. Jones, my teacher hollered from the other side of the class.  All the students groaned a yes. The school day was long. I glanced at the clock. It read 2:40 pm.   “There was still 2 hours and 10 min unti...

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The Three Musketeers in Apology

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The Three Musketeers in Apology We, the three musketeers, Ron, Jai, and Kishor.  All for one and one for all.  -Alexander Dumas We human beings are the learners for life, and experience is the best teacher. Experience gradually transforms into knowledge. Just as is the difference between growing up and growing old. I remember my teenage days when my friends Jai, Kishor, and I were old enough to judge between right and wrong but were young (not grown up) enough to do it anyway out of curiosity. There is a point when curiosit...

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Leaves of Memory

Submitted to Contest #61

Once again, she was sitting on the bench all alone. The girl with big black eyes and a black hood. What was her hair color? The boy asked himself. He had never seen her hair color. He imagined that it was red because once he saw a lock of the hair on her face and it looked red.She was always so concentrated and immersed in what she was doing that she barely noticed what was going on around. She had focus.On that day, she carried a book with her—a large one. Every day she went to that park and sat on the bench. Alone, all alone, she...

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I Am Not Going To Try To Make This About Me With An Apology

Submitted to Contest #61

I can remember that hot, sticky night so many years ago, laying in front of a fan blowing air in through the screen door, and pretending to be asleep while the adults had the kind of conversation they would not have had if they realized an eight year old boy was listening. My father had recently died, and there were always people at the house, making sure that my mom was okay and that me and my two younger brothers were being taken care of. I had used my own grief to leverage a campout in the living room so that I could listen in as they tol...

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WHO WERE THEY?

Submitted to Contest #61

January 20, 1959. 16 years, 10 months and 18 days had elapsed since that incident had happened. But I still remember it as fresh as the day. I was just crossing the street that lead to my house from the forest which I cross while coming back from school since the forest road is the only option at that time of the day. All shouting and cheering I was coming back home with a candy in my hand that I had bought from outside my school. Everything was normal until I realized hat i wasn't the only one walking back. I had a few stalkers around me. S...

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Dating Surprises

Submitted to Contest #61

“Hello, Bitches and Players, and welcome to Dating Surprises!” The director stands opposite the cameraman, against a blank white wall in Crescent Moon Dojo—our first shooting location—speaking with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Our contestants for tonight are Laura and TJ. Laura is an accountant from Westwood. Her turn-ons are chocolate-covered strawberries and trashy romance novels. Her turn-offs are big ears and cheaters.” I wince to hear him say aloud the lines my co-workers typed into my profile. This is such a bad idea.“T.J. is a bartender f...

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ReCoVeRy

Submitted to Contest #61

Dear diary … I feel as if I’m just in everyone’s way a nuisance in society.  Someday I don’t feel like this and other days it feels like there is a weight on my shoulder laying there observing watching till it makes me crumble in on myself.   Years back I had none of these worries, but still a little bit of a weight on me.  I feel as though every little though is playing rollercoaster in my mind, every little look that I receive from anyone feels as though I did something wrong to upset them. I weren’t always like thi...

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The Secret Seller

Submitted to Contest #61

"Gaylee! Remember that thing I told you yesterday?" Klia asked. Gaylee shook her head in confusion."What thing? Is is the thing about your rash?" Gaylee asked. The only special thing that Klia had told her was that she had a strange rash on her back. To be honest, Gaylee didn't want to know about Klia's rash; nor did she care."No, Gaylee. I told you a secret yesterday about -" Klia's brow furrowed. She tried to tell Gaylee her secret again. "About. About t-the-""T-t-today junior. Just kidding. Take your time." Gaylee teased. She giggled at h...

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More Than Anything

Submitted to Contest #61

Tim Porter was a simple man. Quiet, kind, caring, and hardworking.  He lived in a modest cottage in the small mountain town of Manitou Springs, Colorado with his wife of nearly 34 years, Ciara Porter. While Tim was growing up in southern California with his parents who had recently emigrated from Venezuela, Ciara was being raised in an orphanage, learning about her Indigenous ancestors of the Sioux Tribe. Since Ciara was usually a well-behaved child, her older brother could visit her often to tell her about their parents ...

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