Start your story with a metaphor about human nature.

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“The Evertree” by Leah K

Submitted to Contest #102

Emotions are gold. Hope is key. Life is there whether or not you notice. Life can also be dead. The Evertree is the source for the forest to thrive. It is home to many animals. It respects and cherishes these friends, knowing that they could all go away. The guardian of the Evertree lives a house across from it. She is a sweet old lady with silver hair and glasses. She wears a red and yellow robe. She protects the Evertree from people who try to hurt it. She is slowly losing energy and may not be able to protect it any more. Surroundi...

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“Green Bear ” by Ashlynn Altman

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The world really has it’s way of bringing life back around. Life itself is a full domino effect. It’s funny how something so long forgotten can still bring you the same peace years down the road. It’s crazy to deep dive into your own mind and find the hidden gems of your past. My head nods, the continuous bobbing up and down getting stronger and stronger. Every part of my brain feels full, like after twenty eight years it's finally hit capacity. I guess after sitting in a computer chair for fourteen hours, yours would feel that way too. I...

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“Lessons” by Karen Estep

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If all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players, I have a production for you. Hi. My name is Stella and I will be the main character of this, well, story or play, if you will. I am the six year old counterpart of Rosie, or so I am called when I am fourteen. Now Rosie is the fourteen year old counterpart of YaYa which is older, much older. The plot of this story is a timeline of significant events that formed who YaYa is today. No, we are not separate personalities or anything lik...

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“Survival” by Izzy Oberndorfer

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Humans are cockroaches, they can survive anything and keep crawling out of the worst situations was the thought going through Ned Natter’s head as he sat in his kitchen starting at the tv. The volume was down low and the subtitles were on. He could hear some sounds, but he mostly read lips. The news anchor Miss Taylor was trembling just a little as she talked and her co-host was barely holding back tears. Pictures kept flashing up on the screen of the world in chaos, people panicking, busy gas stations, and bare stores. “Today we ...

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“Human nature” by Rose Lind

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Human nature is the Atlantic Ocean! That was the opening sentence to Carrie's unapologetic public speaking exam for English class. She continued, "Location, Location right?" She tapped her keyboard. A very quick card fall of pictures showed poignant parts in recent history, like the Trade towers falling, war in Afghanistan, riots, Donald Trump, pandemic, immunisation etc. Yes Yes we are the Atlantic Ocean! We are one of the five blind men.looking at the elephant and knowing we are the only one's right! Carrie's voice faded and stopped from...

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“The bird that taught” by Antara Bhattacharya

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The title of the contest took me back to 2018 when I felt I had hit the rock bottom of my life. The days when smiles were the only masks we wore and hand sanitizers were a symbol of sophistication. Legends have said one must learn to live alone and be happy with one’s own company which has now-a-days been further accentuated by social media. I was a worshipper of - " I am happy alone". I do not know why I felt this false sense of self sufficiency and ego. Maybe it was a defensive way of mine to cover my frustration and bask in flee...

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“Peeping Con” by Sharon Williams

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TW: sexual harrassment, sexual misconduct The woman stood at one end of the hall, in front of a flip chat, holding a ball of yellow wool. ‘I often think that being a parent is like learning to knit. When your baby is first born, you have an idea of what you want the finished cardigan to look like.’ She places the wool into the crook of her arm, and gazes lovingly at it. ‘And you start to knit, full of enthusiasm and following the pattern. After a few rows, you drop a stitch or two.’ She starts to pull the ball untidily apart. ‘Think of this,...

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“Fruits and Vanity” by Nicholas Wijaya

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TW: violence, death “The bigger the fruit, the easier they fall.” That was what the stranger said a fortnight ago when the two of them had been in the garden to harvest the already plump, reddish mangoes. Because of the drought however, there were only two to three trees left for harvesting, and the distances between fruitful trees and withered ones were surprisingly far. Then, the sun had already begun to set, and the cool of the night wind was already starting to depose the sweltering afternoon heat, now dispersed across the darkened sky i...

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“Plastic” by Ilya Vydrin

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-Dialog- - "People are like the plastic. Did you know it?". - "What do you mean?". -A camp- Car came to a not-big tent camp. The camp was near a beautiful river and in few hours of drive from the near city. “Hello, dear visitors!”, - said a young woman who had come to meet guests. “Nice to meet you, Ann”, - said a driver: “Good to see you still director of the camp”. “Nice to meet you too, Gery!” – Ann waved to the driver. “I love this ministry each summer”, - she smiled. “Grate”, - he smiled too. Gary waved his head in the direction...

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“The Most Adorable Angel” by Muffin Hill

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Thinking of human nature, the first thing comes into my mind is the benevolence you always have in your genes. I often think of you as a beautiful smiling sunflower, you often brighten up my day with your optimistic character and positive attitude towards life. Not only your colors that are so shining and brilliant, but also your aromatic floral scents, your yellow and fleshy petals and your strong stalk that supports as your backbone, all beautiful virtues are fully demonstrated in your single body. In the background of clear sky, the yell...

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“The Ballads of the Wind” by Garrett Michael

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The ground shakes but not in a pretentious way. She isn't bitter; she's not mad at any one person. There is no need to feel angry when you are already dying. What's the point? Ending your time while thinking of the last person that hurt you. The ego that gives them, even if they're dying too. Her demeanor is soft, but her builders are vicious. The ocean, the land, the rivers, the sand. All break their silence, and in doing so, hurt each other. She'll watch as her creations tear it all apart. Nothing we could do, "where would we even start?" ...

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“Life Without The I” by Walter Wright

Submitted to Contest #102

Joe breathed himself into an utter canvas of blackness. Some minuscule dots of red, orange, a purple float here and there. He envisioned his small pet hamster from home. Atticus was his name. A puffy ball of life that could do a lot but choose to eat, run his wheel, and sleep. On the off occasion, he would scramble to bite his way out of his cage, but once in a ball or given a snack he forgot. Atticus had everything he needed and more with the care of Joe. Slowly, surely, Joe felt lighter, happier. Suddenly he was in Atticus's cag...

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“Let's Just See What Happens” by Alan Tong

Submitted to Contest #102

On my sixteenth birthday, my grandfather gave me a coin. “Found this on the floor of a subway train when I was sixteen,” he said in that scratchy voice that emerged as a result of years of weathering and cigarettes. “Used it almost every day since then.” I looked at him quizzically. He smiled and continued. “Life is a coin flip, my son. When you find yourself at a crossroads, don’t worry about which way to go. Flip this coin and you'll find that more often than not, you'll know what to do before the coin has even landed.” At the time, I thou...

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“THE WORLD IN OUR PALMS, SQUEEZED TIGHTLY” by Juan Reynoso

Submitted to Contest #102

We had everything that we ever wanted. It took a long time for our species to get rid of scarcity, but we did it. The birth of strong A.I. in the twenty-first century saw the development of many things, including advancements in food production, medicine, climate control, energy production; it turns out A.I. solves most of our problems! This was not a win simply for the western world. No. The poorest poor in the world saw steady food production. The struggling middle countries, just pulling themselves out of industrialization, were...

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“About humans” by Euge Fernández Hayón

Submitted to Contest #102

They’re like a herd of fish, humans. They really are. They will walk in the same direction without even talking to each other, even if they’re headed to the exact same place. Sometimes, they’ll even bump into each other in the street because they’re way too focused on their little devices. I don’t know why they get so excited about those, though. They’re just tiny metallic gadgets that can usually fit in their hands, kind of. Some of these metallic things have lights and when the lights flicker, the humans turn to their devices in a matter o...

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Start your story with a metaphor about human nature.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 109 stories

“The Evertree” by Leah K

“Green Bear ” by Ashlynn Altman

“Lessons” by Karen Estep

“Survival” by Izzy Oberndorfer

“Human nature” by Rose Lind

“The bird that taught” by Antara Bhattacharya

“Peeping Con” by Sharon Williams

“Fruits and Vanity” by Nicholas Wijaya

“Plastic” by Ilya Vydrin

“The Most Adorable Angel” by Muffin Hill

“The Ballads of the Wind” by Garrett Michael

“Life Without The I” by Walter Wright

“Let's Just See What Happens” by Alan Tong

“THE WORLD IN OUR PALMS, SQUEEZED TIGHTLY” by Juan Reynoso

“About humans” by Euge Fernández Hayón

🌟 Similar prompts

Frame your story as an adult recalling the events of their childhood.

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Write a story about someone losing faith in an institution.

Write about a mysterious figure in one’s neighborhood.

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