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Write about a child witnessing a major historical event.

Posted in Dramatic on Jun 11, 2021

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✍️ 236 stories

The Anglo-French War

Submitted to Contest #80

I was sitting on the red vintage sofa playing with a rag doll my mom made and then a loud explosion and our house crumbling down. I ran for my little sister knowing she was the most scared one and running out of the tall green brick apartment. My sister yelling and crying all over the block while some people were trapped in the apartment yelling through the windows. Then I saw helicopters flying over us with guns shooting at my family and others. I held my sister and grab my mother's hand and ran I don't know how far we ran but we soon saw p...

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A Daughter of Oklahoma

Meg Toro

Submitted to Contest #80

The morning air is filled with chaos. Ambulance sirens scream, firetruck horns honk and shouts of alarm seem to come from every direction. I sit frozen on the park bench, my fingernails biting into the green flaking wood. The swing careens wildly from where I abandoned it. No more laughter. The children all disappeared. All but me. Smoke billows overhead and I mistake the falling ash for snow until one falls gently to rest on my knee. I should be freaking out, but the noise cocoons this moment. A couple ru...

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Why is history bad?

Ze Soliana

Submitted to Contest #80

"Sister, will the batman and the power rangers be back? i wanna see them again but they are scary" said a 3 years old boy ben to his 9 years old sister marry. "Sister, why is batman took mom and dad? Will he kill them? But batman is good right he will save the world." Marry doesnt answer a thing, she just hug ben and silently cry. She doesnt know what to do infact she doesnt comprehend whats happening. " sister, i think batman was only one. why are many batman there? Why is the power rangers and batman fighting, didnt they like each other. I...

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Whales Eye View

Submitted to Contest #80

The moonlight, strong and captivating, broke the surface of the ocean and penetrated the gloom of the Atlantic night – giving the water an almost ghost-like quality. The cold waves slid silently over his body to froth gently, before re-joining the trillions of other water molecules that made up this vast body of sea. He was only young, not even two years old yet, but the sense of adventure and curiosity coursing through him meant he left the safety of the pod often. This night, with the skies above clear and crisp – a billion twin...

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Sally Saw The World Go Dark

Lily Elborn

Submitted to Contest #80

Monday Dear Diary, Abigail handed out invites for her birthday party in class today. M...

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The Child of the plaque

Lize-Faith Kruger

Submitted to Contest #80

For the small golden haired Sam his morning started like any other morning. He got up, brushed his teeth, not very well at that , ate his breakfast, kissed his mum and ran off to school. Nothing out of the ordinary. This was Sam's life. He was regular 10 year old boy. Hastily, as he was almost late, he entered baby blue painted classroom. Sam noticed the young teacher with the curly black hair and freckled snow white skin, attentively reading on his smart phone. This also wasn't new to Sam. His parents are always complaining about the scho...

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The Day Democracy Died

Submitted to Contest #80

As my mom keeps talking about what an opportunity this is, I can’t help thinking how boring it is! So far, visiting Washington, D.C. during the pre-inauguration days has been slow and full of speeches. I get it. A woman Vice-President. Not only a woman, but a woman of diverse background. It’s a first. Historical. Opens doors for women everywhere, as my both of my grandmas put it. BUT...it’s the middle of winter, it’s freezing outside, and the days have been long and gray. Since Covid-19, we haven't traveled. My mom’s uncle lives in M...

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Stonewall

Ravinder KJ

Submitted to Contest #80

(Fictional transcript – one woman’s account of her experience of the Stonewall Riots as a child) When people think of Stonewall, they think of riots, of Marsha P. Johnson, of police raiding the Stonewall Inn, of people throwing bricks, of dykes and fags resisting arrest. When I think of Stonewall, I think of my sister. When Danny was little, we all knew she was different; she liked to wear shorts and a baseball cap instead of dresses and lipstick, and she used to skateboard with the boys from our school instead of coming to dance class w...

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We Need To Talk

Kieran Fletcher

Submitted to Contest #80

Luke woke before his alarm, or at least he thought he did, it had not gone off yet. He rolled over and grabbed his phone, something was wrong with it. He turned it on and off, then tried to navigate through different screens, it did not matter what he did the screen remained black and in bold white letters four words screamed out at him “We need to talk.” Luke checked the time on his watch, it read 08:15, he needed to get ready and he had fifteen minutes to do it.Freshly showered and ready for school, Luke skipped down the stairs and headed ...

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Landing at Lakehurst

Submitted to Contest #80

Content warning: mention of Nazi ideology Helga stared out of the window. Below, all she could see was white cloud; above her, a deep blue sky. Occasionally she could see their shadow on the clouds below, a vast torpedo shape which reminded her of a whale, although many times bigger. Around her on the busy viewing deck were the sounds of gentility. A lady stirring her tea delicately, a gentleman rustling the pages of his newspaper; a low murmur of general conversation. White coated attendants waited hand ...

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Refugees

Jude E.

Submitted to Contest #80

It has been five days since the war had begun. I do not know what the word “war” means, but I am too scared to ask Da, because he seems so sad all the time. I wonder what makes him feel that way. The power was cut off permanently and Da says it won’t come back anytime soon. It might be for the best, because then the night would be less scary and my sisters and I wouldn’t have to risk seeing the bleeding people on the television. They might be in black and white, but they still frighten us all, even Ma. Da is sitting in his office, again,...

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Memories of the War

Valerie Preston

Submitted to Contest #80

The book was stirring up memories of long ago. I hardly ever thought about it these days, but reading this book was bringing it all back again – the words seemed to talk to me and awaken my senses – allowing me to feel and smell and see everything that had gone on around me all those years ago. I didn’t usually read history books or as my friend puts it ‘deep’ books that just make you feel morbid and unhappy! I disagreed with that but could see what she meant about the ‘morbid’ feeling, although I would say melancholy and pensive – but Glor...

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PANDEMIC

Submitted to Contest #80

The TV screen flashed once and writing appeared, all caps, all white against the black background. WE WILL EAT YOU! “Wooooow!” exclaimed Ben, eyes as big as saucers. The screen flashed again and a multitude of images were strewn out over the next ten seconds, suspense music accompanied them to a crescendo: a burning house, people in hazmat suits running down a street, the army fighting a horde of zombies and the sun setting on a city in chaos. The screen flashed once more and writing appeared again, larger this time, all caps, all white agai...

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Shutting the portal

Sara Blanch

Submitted to Contest #80

I know I was only 80 in Fae years, which was the physical equivalent of an 8 year old in the human world...yet mentally and emotionally I was just as mature as any human adult. I knew the true weight of the event unfolding before me...I was fully aware of the true impact of the closing of the dimensional portal between the Human and Fae worlds...between the mortal plane and my homeland. I was sad to see it happen, yet I also wasn't surprised. The Fae had been in perfect harmony with their environment and with one another for millenia. A few ...

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The daisies will lie in stone and ashes

Emily Brady-demille

Submitted to Contest #80

August 13, 1961 The wall was up when I woke up, momma and poppa had gone to go work in the shop late, and got stuck. (Little did I know that would almost be thirty years without them) I got up and went to go over to west German to go visit momma in the shops, and get a slice of bread for breakfast. But when I came out the wall was up, I thought nothing of it and went to go jump over the wall. But Peter came screaming. “Elizabeth, don’t cross that wall they will kill you” I thought nothing of it and thought it was a joke, until ...

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