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Write a story based on the song title: "My Generation"

Posted in Fiction on Oct 26, 2022

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Entitled, Lazy, Stupid

Submitted to Contest #4

“Alice Glade, please report to the main office. Alice Glade,” The announcement boomed over the silence of the classroom. All eyes turned to look at me. Slowly, I rose from my seat and left the room, my chin down to hide my burning cheeks. Every step I took felt like a noose tightening around my neck. I reached the main office. The receptionist glanced up at me and pointed to the principal’s office. “She’s waiting for you.” I gulped and knocked on the principal’s door. “Enter. You must be Alice. Sit down. As I am sure you know, I am Mrs. Stry...

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The Cell Phone

Shortlisted for Contest #4 ⭐️

Harold really didn’t want to go.  He heard a giggle and turned to his left to find his granddaughter, Julia, engrossed in a typed conversation on her cell phone, grinning like a madman. Madwoman.  Madperson.  He had to be careful about that; Julia was constantly correcting him, telling him to be more careful with the things he said.  He was trying, but it was hard.  People never used to be so sensitive about these things.  He had never even considered that his style of speaking...

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Betwixt and Between

Submitted to Contest #4

 I don’t give a flying you know what about labels and demographics ( handy word – learnt it from an Open University Course in Politics, even though I never finished it – well, not yet) and all that jazz. Honestly.     Okay, maybe I protest too much! Of course I don’t want to be stereotyped but I still wish I had something more concrete to complain about – and it’s quite liberating that the tutor in my course in Creative Writing said it’s absolutely fine to end a sentence with a preposition.  Me an...

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Squirrels at Woodstock

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An Aquarian Exposition: 3 Days of Hell and Noise!I came to live here in peace, what do I get?My Generation? Listen to them.I thought I had found heaven. Living on a dairy farm a full fifty miles away from the torture of New York seemed like a paradise. It was.Now what is going on? I stirred, shaken awake, the normally peaceful surroundings were now alive with action, bustle and people, trucks and tons of equipment. What is it all for? Birds no longer sang.The last couple of days were bad enough, people were moving things, big things. The noi...

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A GENERATION FOUND ITS SPACE

Submitted to Contest #4

A GENERATION FOUND ITS SPACEPrompt: My GenerationBy Andrew Paul Grell“You’re just not getting it. We can do anything because we’re all different, but we’re all connected. Like the Borg.” Betty Bliss looked at her interlocutor, trying to see if her reference lit up any neurons. She played it safe, waiting for a response.“The Borg?”“From Star Trek, The Next Generation. Now that was a generation. When Captain Kirk hosted a performance of Hamlet on the Enterprise, he wound up killing the lead. But Captain ...

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A Big Sensation

Shortlisted for Contest #4 ⭐️

“You stand accused before a court of your peers. How do you plead?”“Not guilty, your Honor.”Marlena could feel dozens of eyes on her, likely millions more behind the glass window of the news cameras, but she did not notice them. Her attention was fixed on the man who stood across the room, the man who lied so well that she was certain he had been in this exact situation before.And yet, here they were.Hardly a month had passed without a new trial broadcasted in the papers. When she saw the first news screening, the one that started it all, sh...

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‘90’s Kid

Submitted to Contest #4

My generation We were the first to make torn jean knees in style. My parents offered to buy me new jeans because they didn’t get it. Or maybe make the jeans into jean shorts. They thought it looked ridiculous but they didn’t understand. See, in their generation it was all about pressed clothes, slick hair, ironing, and starch. But, with my generation, it was different. We knew we were fucked. It wasn’t even a question. In my generation we were fucked because we couldn’t get fucked and a lot of other th...

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21st century children

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21st century children tell me of things that occupy their life; friends, instagram, sports, snapchat, dates, youtube. And they tell me they show instagram pictures to their friends, they snapchat their sports activities, they show youtube videos to one another on a date. What a web of intertwined images, I once thought to myself. I wondered if there was a relationship beyond the lucid reality we hold in our pockets. So I sat there in the distance, under the lonely Sun, and watched. I watched my friend curl her long raven hair with movements ...

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Musings of a Millennial

Submitted to Contest #4

The new modern curse word as controversial as religion or political stances: Millennial.The qualities bestowed on us: lazy, entitled, spoiled could really just be a product of the age we live in and other generations measuring success with a yardstick that has grown a mile long. We are at a time when inflation puts things that could once come easy with hard work; car, house, college, into an unattainable status without crippling debt. It’s not only inflation. If home prices had remained on par with inflation since the 1940’s, we could work h...

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Prepping (prompt: My Generation)

Submitted to Contest #4

“I bought a gun,” my brother told me.  “A what?” I said. The connection was super crackly, so I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. “A gun,” he said. “Just to be safe. I have a family to protect, you know.”  “Oh, please,” I said. “To protect from what? You live on an army base. Are you expecting Genghis Khan and his hordes to show up?”  “Ha-ha,” he said. “You’re a laugh and a half.” Whenever we argued, it was as if we reverted right back to our middle school selves. “You think I’m overreacting,” he said. “I know. But you’ll ...

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Electric Memories

Submitted to Contest #4

I'm an electric guitar. A 1967 cherry-red Gibson SG Special electric guitar. And with all the recent talk about Woodstock – this being the 50th anniversary and all – I’ve been thinking back to my time at the historic concert. You see, I’m not just any 1967 cherry red Gibson SG Special. I’m the Gibson SG played at Woodstock by none other than Peter Townshend of The Who. Many of you won’t believe me when I say I was Pete Townshend’s guitar. You might say, “Hey buddy, I’ve seen the Woodstock film and that guitar was battered at the end of ...

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MY GENERATION

Submitted to Contest #4

MY GENERATIONNasho's, that what they called us, or Conscripts, referring of course to National Servicemen, and the fact that we were not volunteers, but had been conscripted into the Army, to increase the numbers. On the 5th of November 1964 Cabinet decided to introduce a selective National Service scheme. The government had concluded that Australia had inadequate Defence manpower and aimed to increase the strength of the Army to 33,000 by the end of 1966.Between 1965 and December 1972, over 800,000 men were required to register for National...

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Herstory

Submitted to Contest #4

"Ricky, stop jumping on the bed you cheeky little monkey," Nora yelled at her son. Her 6-year-old son came back from school, and without changing the uniform, he started to jump on the bed. Nora finally stopped him and sent him to the bathroom to take a shower. While Ricky was taking a bath, Nora looked at the bed, and so many old memories raced in her mind. Nora was a kid of 80s, and she used to jump on this same bed with her cousins when she was a kid. It was, in fact, Nora's father's bed and was being used for three generations. Nora had ...

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Millennials

Submitted to Contest #4

Millennial's. The funny thing is most millennial's don't care enough to know what a millennial is. The newest generation; the two thousands kids. We’ve all grown up with Disney Channel being the most technology we'd ever see while simultaneously portraying the life we all wished to live. Most trouble we’d get in is sneaking out to the big green bulky power box to pretend were smoking cigarettes. Now, we have upgraded, juuls are permanently housed in the palm of our hands. I'm a millennial myself. I know millennial's suck.   Technol...

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The Fire of a new Generation

Submitted to Contest #4

My younger sister died on my fifteenth birthday. Not that it was much of a birthday anyways. After the global nuclear winter had ended and people had started to rebuild, there were very little resources for people to live on; there wasn’t enough to save my sister from a curable bacterial infection much less throw a party for me becoming another year older. I’ll never forget standing around her bed with the entire family, watching as she arduously took her last breaths. I felt so powerless. We all did. “I wish we could’ve saved her,” my dad s...

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