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Write a story about someone whose lifestyle has changed and is learning to adjust to new circumstances.

Posted in High School on Oct 26, 2022

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Endless Ocean

Submitted to Contest #9

 The passing of time has no effect on the mind or body whilst embarking on an oceanic voyage. The seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days. The food turns from plentiful to scarce, and filled with weevils. The water from clear and cold to hot and moldy. Maps become useless things as your compass fails to work in the proper manner. And still, you keep rowing. The marks you make on the board of the boat count the passing of days, and they show only a month has passed, but it feels like years. You’re stuck on this boat, wit...

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Thank You For Your Service

Submitted to Contest #9

“Thank you for your service.” A woman’s hand reached out to me as she smiled with a look that did not seem to mirror the gratitude in her words.  It took everything in me not to shudder. Instead, I gave her a terse nod and gripped her hand. “Thank you for your support.” My mouth spoke the words automatically, but I tried to convey some warmth in them. It’s the expected response, after all, and I am quite good at doing what is expected of me.  Would I miss the recognition when I no longer wore the uniform? I certainly wouldn’t miss ...

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Winterborn

Submitted to Contest #9

The wind whistled through the many cracks in the walls of the flimsy cabin, bringing a chill that the fire in the hearth could not keep out. Grandfather knelt down and pulled a scrapbook from the box he kept under his cot. He sat on the cot with his back to the wall and held the scrapbook in his withered blue veined hands. The cabin door opened, flooding the single room with frigid air. His grandson Alaric walked in with a load of freshly chopped wood in his arms and kicked the door shut behind him. "Put those down and drag the chair over, I...

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Schrödinger’s Cyclist

Submitted to Contest #9

A screech of tyres. A sickening crunch. A scream. My own, I think.I consider myself to be a calm sort of person who quickly adapts to new circumstances. So when I was catapulted off my bike by a car that came whizzing around the corner, it only took a couple of deep breaths for the world to stop spinning and the adrenaline to leach out of my system. I was still rather shaky as I got to my feet, but I felt that was justified in the circumstances, given the sizable dent in the bonnet of the car. I quickly patted myself down and realised that I...

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Worse Things in Life

Submitted to Contest #9

WORSE THINGS IN LIFELike a great many people, Hester Levine thought she had modest means and could cope with that perfectly well and without any trauma, until she really did have modest means and discovered she wasn’t coping well at all, and if trauma were perhaps a tad melodramatic,, it was no walk in the park.    What she’d thought of as modest means meant the second holiday of the year being a cottage in the Lake District rather than going abroad, and the meal out being at Pizza Hut more often than the cute little Bist...

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Mr Mrs, Mr Mr.

Submitted to Contest #9

“Good morning my dear, would you like a cup of tea?”“I could kill for a cuppa, thank you.”A croaky voice answered through bandages. The flowery quilt covered most of the escapee from a pyramid. I sniggered at the thought. I busied myself in our new kitchen, hunting for my favourite mug and its matching pink sister. Two bags of Lipton tossed accurately into the cups, proudly grinning at the unseen skill, then added the hot water. All I needed was the milk jug.“Where is it? Obviously, it is in the fridge.”Not only was the kitchen new, but...

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New Struggles. New Journey.

Submitted to Contest #9

Brad always interacted with his Mom, and watching the football games every Sunday while pigging out on chips and other snacks, while rooting for their favorite team. When football wasn’t on, Brad and his Mom binged on several shows on what they considered to be the best streaming service around, the two of them were inseparable. They enjoyed talking about local legends and mysteries which spanned the entire world. All of this began to slow down when she started having heart troubles. Brad, being such a loving son took to his mother’s issues ...

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Tits Up

Submitted to Contest #9

“It’s just an invitation to a club, for Christ sake. He didn’t ask you to marry him, Molly.” “Noooo,” Molly said, dragging out the word as she shifted the phone to her left hand so she could yank up her high-waist control-top underpants with her right. When she pulled the material high enough to cover her stomach, her right cheek escaped out the bottom and waggled back and forth like it was gasping for air. “But it is an invitation to a club which Google says is known for…” she paused as she pushed the speakerphone button and ...

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A walk on the wild side

Submitted to Contest #9

The sunset was beautiful on the horizon of the shores of the Caribbean. Now in their 60’s, the years had passed so quickly, and their children have flown the nest, leaving room for expansion, for the two of them to share their final wedded bliss together in paradise. This was their life, as I sat watching, through the lens of my camera.Watching the sea, rippling its waves as blue as the ocean, beckoning, a golden color revealing the fragments from the sky and giving off a slight chill in the air. He, wrapped his arms around hers. She, under ...

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Back Under the Bridge

Submitted to Contest #9

Back Under the Bridge The smell of smoke was stronger than the bat dung stench that Julie was used to in late afternoons. “Tom, do they have a barrel fire going near the park over there,” Julie pointed to the east side of the underpass were she and a friend named Tom were sitting on her sleeping bag, “not sure,” he answered. A man that neither of them had seen before came running from the park area with his torn flannel shirt on fire, screaming and waving his arms. Tom jumped up and tackled him and rolled with him in the dirt ...

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ALF

Submitted to Contest #9

I’m twenty-one and I’m surrounded by people in their 80’s, 90’s, and 100’s, but at least I have food, if you can call the stuff they serve us food. I do not want to be here, this was not my choice, but I am disabled and my legal guardians felt it would be best. At the meals I am surrounded by people I am not sure of yet. By the way, my legal guardian said this is my last chance. If I don’t make this work out, they’ll quit, I’ll become a warden of the state, and everything I have will be thrown in the trash can. So, I...

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What Remains Unseen

Submitted to Contest #9

Helen stumbled into the hallway, knocking over the tall decorative table that served no purpose but to, “look pretty.” A purchase her mother had made, in an attempt to dress up Helen’s house. A lot of good that did her now. She didn’t bother to pick it up. The stumbling continued down the hall. Helen, with one hand stretched out in front of her, the other pressed against the wall, traversed the distance to the living room carefully, her fuzzy slippers shuffling along the hardwood floor. It’s no more than 20 steps. She always joked that her h...

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The Kissing Booth

Submitted to Contest #9

Every year on August 24th, the last day of the summer holidays for most of the children in the village, there was a carnival. Everybody in the village would attend. This year had the exact same rides and booths as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. Loud, festive music boomed over speakers, children darted from here to there in a wild frenzy, smells of freshly barbecued food wafted through the air, the usual dank and dreary streets were adorned with stringed lights and ornaments. The carnival was a place for unrest...

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Generosity of Robin March

Submitted to Contest #9

Robin March,John Brooke and Theodore Bhaer were friends since childhood and grew up together ,went to the same school and they all had same interests and hobbies it looked like they were brothers and not friends.They were from middle-class families and their parents had nothing much to give to them, so when it was time for them to earn money they had a plan to start a business of groceries .For this they needed a huge capital which was possible only after taking loan from banks , they went to many banks to apply for loan but their loan appli...

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Family Killer

Submitted to Contest #9

I step out of the shower, wiping the fog off the mirror. I stare at the jet black hair clinging to my face, instead of my normal strawberry blonde hair. I smooth it back, wrapping a towel around myself. I glare at the unknown reflection staring back at me. The dark gel that covers my light brown almost blonde eyebrows is smeared, I take a makeup wipe, sliding it over. The gel comes off with ease.  I throw it in the trash and quickly got dressed and reapplying a face of makeup. I walk out heading towards the smell of bacon. I see my fath...

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