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Write a story that takes place in the same building but in two very different time periods.

Posted in Historical Fiction on Jun 10, 2021

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April

𝓐𝓻𝔂𝓪 🌹

Submitted to Contest #85

Summer, 1950s April's POV "Papa," I called as I strode into our new house. Papa built it himself and, he just finished a couple of weeks ago. It was a cozy house made from brick and flowers planted outside. It felt like home. "Papa," I called again. "Yes, April," He called back. My name wasn't inspired by anything, just that my mama and Papa loved the name. I saw that Papa was helping my older brother Timothy with his toy car. He thinks he's all that special because he's 14 but, I'm only two years younger. I looked for mama and found her i...

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Falling Ashes

Antonio Jimenez

Submitted to Contest #85

Oswiecim, Poland - June 1944Not a cloud was in the bright blue June sky, but—ignoring the heat—one could easily mistake the ashes falling from above for a light snow. It was not snow, however. Snow was for happier times. Times of peace, hope, and joy.Death was falling from the sky. It covered the grass, the trees, and the walkways surrounding the stone building, tucked away in the north corner of the concentration camp. Death was in every step, every look, and every breath. One could not escape it.Within the barbed wire fences of the Auschwi...

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If This House Could Talk

Carolyn McBride

Submitted to Contest #85

Write a story that takes place in the same building but in two very different time periods. Adelaide put another stick of wood in the stove and closed the door, feeling every one of her 80 years. She filled the kettle and set it on the flat blacktop. Tomorrow, she would not have her evening cup of tea here. They were coming to take her away. To a home “friendlier to someone your age” they’d said. But she didn’t want to live anywhere else. She turned and ran her fingers over all the marks she’d made on the doorframe. The right sid...

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WARNINGS

DEACTIVATED ACCOUNT

Submitted to Contest #85

Notification for readers: hi, can you please stop liking before reading, like that is kinda obvious. I actually don’t care if you don’t have the time to read, seriously. By the way this is one of my many versions of ‘Death’, sorry if it clashes with any of yours, it was not intentional. And sitting cross legged on a table is great for reading. And sorry for the typos, please point them out if you see them. AND sorry if you find this story confusing. Happy Today!, Thanks for reading. WARNINGS Death entered the room and looked aroun...

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The Memories in this House

Maraika!!! 😎

Submitted to Contest #85

2021 Katie stepped out of her car and looked at the house. It stood out from the other modern sleek houses on the street with its retro structure and cozy vibes. It looked one of those classic homes you see in old movies with its wide porch and simple exterior. The blue and white paint on the walls was beginning to chip off and one of the posts on the porch looked it was ready to fall over. It had seen better days, but that was the least of Katie’s worries right now. &n...

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This Place Is Dead Pt. IV

Joshua G. J. Insole

Submitted to Contest #85

The evening’s amber light trickled through Greywood 13D’s front door, thick and viscous.The light bounces through and glints off the broken glass like golden fragments.Chelsea Harding walked in, a large cardboard box held in front of her. Various knick-knacks and miscellany poked out of the top. An old football trophy. A couple of dog-eared paperbacks. A lamp, shade skewed to the side like a drunken man’s hat. A small houseplant, its fronds dangled over the sides. The words ‘Randumb Stuff’ scrawled across the side in black ink.Chelsea runs t...

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Her Last Note

Submitted to Contest #85

Absinthe Valven was hiding. She crouched in the shadows, her legs folded and tense. The tiny stained nightgown she wore was pulled tight across her knees, revealing grayish bloomers underneath. As she turned her head left and right, looking, her raven black braids brushed her cheeks.She was hiding from the monster.Only a few hours ago she was happy, eating a delicious dinner alongside her parents' party guests. They talked about her, and she liked it. About how shiny her black hair was, how pretty her face looked. They commented on her full ...

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CHANGING TIMES

Submitted to Contest #85

YEAR 1965:“Stop running. Jesus. These damn kids! One day they are going to get seriously hurt.” Muttered Mrs. Patrakis from the fourth floor as she slowly climbed up the stairs with the support of railings. “God knows when they’ll fix up the elevator. It’s been months. People these days have no concerns for their senior citizens.” Mrs. Patrakis, widowed at the age of fifty, recently turned seventy. Her body ached every time she got up from her chair. Yet, she made it a point to step out to buy her own groceries, get her letter...

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The Pea and the Pod

Maddy Writes

Submitted to Contest #85

"OH, MY LORD! TURN THAT CRAP DOWN ALREADY!" Jamie shouted against the wall, Old lady Pea's constant record playing drove him up the wall. " YOU YOUNGINS' HAVE NO IDEA WHAT "GOOD" MUSIC IS ANYMORE". Jamie instinctively ground his teeth, he waited for her to turn up the music. "1...2...3" nothing. "4....5.." nothing, he just needed to get to six, maybe she wouldn't turn it up even louder if he got to six. "s-s-sssssssss" Jamie wheezed, waiting. "RAMBLING ROSE" blared even louder through the apartment's thin walls. "For...

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100 Years

Amanda Fox

Submitted to Contest #85

1907 The smoke forced her outside. As she gasped for air, an unsolicited hand rested on her lower back to steady her. Henrietta flinched and spun away to face Thomas. “Mr. Ambrewster,” she choked out. “What are you doing here at this hour?” Henrietta heard the fire brigade’s bells growing louder as they neared her burning house. Her mind cleared. “Alice! Where’s Alice?” She grabbed hold of Thomas’ arm, her eyes pleading. “Have you seen her? Has she made it outside?” Thomas smiled beat...

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The Barras

Rachel Loughran

Submitted to Contest #85

The sun was setting, and the great Victorian glass roof over Glasgow Central station was glowing; washing the marble floors with gold and pink and casting a luminous, dancing light on the station clock, under which a nervous young man stood, fiddling with his pocket square and trying very hard indeed not to touch his painstakingly coiffed duck’s arse hairdo. “That’s the train fae Ayr in, Tam,” said a friend, elbowing him in the ribs for good measure. “This Mary better no be the ugly pal.”“I’m sure she’s gorgeous Billy,” Tam muttered. “S...

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From fauna to flora

Yumna Iqbal

Submitted to Contest #85

As I stood there and looked up at that 961 metre building; second to none; that had always been a gold mine, close to my heart; my feelings were inexpressible. Every single corner of its magnificent beauty was breathtaking. Graceful white lotus flowers were lined up near the fence as they danced with the blowing wind. The princely gates were covered with the most magnificent and lavish colors surrounded by marble linings. Inside, there was such intricate work done; the silver and gold patched walled alleys had such deep meaning and I could f...

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Dunham

Submitted to Contest #85

1904; Claire's boot sloshed into a puddle as she emerged from the carriage. She awkwardly grabbed her briefcase and notes from the velvet seat and handed a few coins to the driver."Thank you, sir"He grunted and commanded the horse to keep moving. She swallowed, taking a deep breath, observing her surroundings, and marched down the street, the click-clack of her heels matching the accelerating speed of her heartbeat.Suddenly, she heard a whistle behind her and darted her eyes up from the cobblestone beneath her feet."What's your name pretty l...

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Our Home

Kelly Ellen

Submitted to Contest #85

“Don’t you think it would make more sense to move the robot over to the other corner, out of the way?”, the dark haired woman said as she moved her newborn baby boy to the other shoulder and continued patting his back. “Whatever you say, honey!”, her husband said as he eagerly moved the robot over to the newly preferred corner. Tyler was just so excited to be a dad and to be moving into their first home. Lucy was just as excited as he was, but she was far more logical and precise than Tyler was. She wanted everything in their new home to ...

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The Golden Tile

Joaquin B.

Submitted to Contest #85

Old Station North - 1940 The delicate song of piano keys rung out through the hall of the station as he began playing. The ceiling was gold-tiled, exquisite and undoubtedly gilded, as was the city. Grand ornate arches kept the roof up while the sleek marble floors never dried up and were constantly polished. The harmonics proved by the great curved ceiling made the notes of the piano bounce off down to ears of the crowds below who all gathered to watch him. He and his band’s train had been delayed; and so, what else was there to do but play?...

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