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

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“Sheryl's Garden” by Rudy Uribe

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Joe started when the screensaver blinked on. He had been staring at the Quick books program for more than ten minutes without having touched a key or moved the mouse. He rose from his home office chair and made the fifty-foot walk to the kitchen. He wanted a cup of coffee, but he was out of coffee pods. He boiled some water and opted for a cup of instant coffee. The refrigerator was low on food but for a block of cheddar that was showing splotches of green mold. The container with the half-and-half was more than two weeks past the expiration...

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“Who Controls the Past Controls the Future” by Tony Hall

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Friday, 6 Sep 2019 It was late when I parked my old BMW into the driveway. The house was as cold as it was dark. I took all the mail addressed to me, Dr. Maurice Darnell, and placed them on the coffee table. At the open bar, I fixed myself a tall glass of Bacardi and Coke on the rocks. From the entertainment center, I retrieved a homemade VHS tape and inserted it into the VCR. With drink in hand, I slumped onto the sofa, using the remote control to switch on the TV, and pushed PLAY for the VCR. ...

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“Conquering the Mountain.” by Leah Pryor

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The only sound Mitchell could hear was the crunching that the newly fallen snow and the hard ice made under his ski boots. The air was thin up here and it took him really focusing on getting a deep breath to fill his lungs. He had no idea that it would be so hard to breath! But the view from way up here was worth the effort. He had never in his whole life seen such.. such serene beauty. There was no hustle and bustle way up here. It was as if he had left earth and all the people behind. Mitchell Pokerjack was a young man who had m...

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“My Amygdala” by D.A. Cairns

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My AmygdalaByD.A.CairnsSometimes, when it’s quiet, I can remember what my life was like before moving to Cedar Springs. When my thoughts had sharp edges, and my feelings were distinctly outlined by a shadow of self control. Before the colours began to blur, running together like water colours in rain. A time when I was in control, or at the very least, I confidently clung to the illusion of control as most of my fellow human beings do. Before moving to Cedar Springs, I was unhinging slowly, like a door which was being used as playground equi...

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“The Big One” by Sharon Omonua

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“Help! I don’t want to die like this!”“Honey it’s okay, I'm coming!”The curtains swooshed open, exposing me to my mother. She stared at me, tucked into the corner, shaking with fear, trying my best to avoid the splashing beads of water falling down from the shower head.“Maybe next time Jacob, next time.” She reached out her hand to assist me out of the shower.“Leave me alone”“Jacob please, or you’ll be late for school”“I said, leave me alone! I can get out of the bathtub by myself! My mom shouldn’t have to see me naked in the shower, I...

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“Wish and Wish and Wish” by Abby Jaquint

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I wished. I wished on stars. Dandelions. 11:11. Eyelashes when they would fall off and land gently on my cheek. Day after day, wish after wish, asking for things to just get better, as if some cosmic entity would hear my pleas and decide that I was the one poor soul in this world that they wanted to help. It isn’t any different today. My legs swing back and forth on the end of Aiden’s pickup truck, the tall grass beneath us tickling my calves. Aiden lazily holds a dandelion in front of me. “You’re taking a long time,” he says. I ...

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“In the deep (Nora Sheppard)” by Nora Sheppard

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It seemed to Kay that her family had always treaded deep water.Her mother, Marlie, was 23 when she met and married her first husband. Life was wonderful; they had two kids in five years. At the age of 32; however, Marlie was widowed. Her young husband, a salesman, died in a car wreck all alone on a road one day. His death, in many ways, set up what was to come in all the decades that followed.Kay’s own father appeared shortly thereafter. He had fought in two wars and had almost died in Korea. His charm masked th...

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“From California to Tennessee” by Elizabeth Reece

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It was a warm California night. Air thick with smog and the smell of warm asphalt glided in through the open windows. There were no smells of trees and nature in this large apartment complex. Just smells of cars needing tune-ups, warm asphalt and sometimes the whiff of someone’s home made cooking and sometimes even that did not smell very good. She still could not believe they were paying $1200 a month for this run down two-bedroom apartment. Yes, it was just her, her husband and her son but still not being able to send him outside to play l...

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“TWO SMART BY HALF” by Dhruv Shah

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Only a few can see us, the curious ones with that bit of sparkle in their eyes, but they are simply deemed over – imaginative or liars due to the stubborn human nature which finds it so hard to accept something new. In this way, society keeps us hidden as ‘false rumours’. It is not as if we are unhappy with this, quite pleased in fact. We like to be hidden from the foolish humans and their irritable curiosity, to live peacefully in our own little world. Well, this is a story about how a little boy with a bit of sparkle in his eyes, who chose...

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“FEBRUARY 8TH, 2018” by Mireia Planas Sucarrat

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I wish I was writing from home, sitting on a comfortable armchair next to the window, watching snowflakes fall and cover the landscape. I would be using an old pen and, as always, blue ink would be running over the paper, forming small rivers of dark water snaking between the letters I would have written in this short paragraph. I wish I could experience the aging of my own hands holding a pen, trembling more and more after each year; thin paper skin hands. I used to be independent, able of handling my own life. I used to be on my own, not n...

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“To Be Loved” by Jennifer Emberton

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Miranda Clarksdale stared at the cold, sterile wall directly in front of her and considered numbly that she was completely alone. That the drunk driver had twisted more than her car, destroyed more with one stupid inconsequential act than he would ever know. “Ma’m?” A woman was crouched in front of her wearing Snoopy scrubs with Charlie Brown flying a red kite with a small yellow bird hanging on as it was tossed wildly. That’s me, she thought. “Is there anyone we can call for you?” The nurse reached for her knee but pulled ...

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“My extraordinary bourgeois lifestyle cause célèbre changing circumstances” by Matthew Harris

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Adulation commencement begat unexpectedly late in life, and continues to this date - September 27th, 20xx. The following "FAKE" prevarication elaborated, embellished, expounded... before being trumpeted as lame excuse for pulp fiction. Ever since initial debut (jumble of skinny arms and legs sliding and slipping down Harriet Harris berth canal out the womb) on that unforgettably brutally cold Friday January 13th, 19xx unusual fatuous fanfare arose for this common male. An arduous and complicated denouement purportedly contributed to subs...

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“The Flight” by Unknown User

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I jerked awake startled by the turbulence and the flight attendant's voice announcing the seat belt sign has been turned on. I stifled a yawn, turned on the reading light, and straightened up my seat.I hate flying red eye. It's been years since I last flew at night. I grabbed the magazine in front of me and flipped through the pages, browsing, not really reading. Calvin's voice from 2 nights ago is still ringing in my ears. "You ruined my life! You destroyed everything that I have!"That last fight was ugly. There's no recovering from it. I b...

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“20.20” by Delisa Drake

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The beach was vacant. The sand, bare of footprints. The water, cold from isolation.Calvin stroked the knobs protruding from his steel-framed typewriter. Slowly, he pressed his frail fingers against the row of six weighted keys. Click. Click.Click-click-click-click. Click. He prepared for the next sentence. Calvin paused while simultaneously holding down two of the keys. He released a deep sigh. His mind was drowning in thoughts of his words no longer being accepted. What if his manuscript didn’t read the same? What if he’d lost his desc...

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“Candelabra” by Ives Phillips

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The brass object is surprisingly light. I say surprisingly because, when I was younger, this thing, this tree-like work of branches cupping lit and melting candles like fruits starry when they’re ripe, used to be so heavy in my then-tiny hands, so strange in its shape and carve that I couldn’t find the proper way to grasp it when I was tasked with carrying it to the dining room or the den when we had guests over and an adult was too busy setting up before or entertaining our visitors during. And, of course, I swelled with pride every t...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 34 stories

“Sheryl's Garden” by Rudy Uribe

“Who Controls the Past Controls the Future” by Tony Hall

“Conquering the Mountain.” by Leah Pryor

“My Amygdala” by D.A. Cairns

“The Big One” by Sharon Omonua

“Wish and Wish and Wish” by Abby Jaquint

“In the deep (Nora Sheppard)” by Nora Sheppard

“From California to Tennessee” by Elizabeth Reece

“TWO SMART BY HALF” by Dhruv Shah

“FEBRUARY 8TH, 2018” by Mireia Planas Sucarrat

“To Be Loved” by Jennifer Emberton

“My extraordinary bourgeois lifestyle cause célèbre changing circumstances” by Matthew Harris

“The Flight” by Unknown User

“20.20” by Delisa Drake

“Candelabra” by Ives Phillips

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Write a story in which societal rituals and expectations play a key role.

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Write a story that uses flowers as a symbol.

Write a story about unrequited love.

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