Write about an elderly character who was part of a historic movement years ago.

Posted in Historical Fiction on May 19, 2021

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“Granny Ellen” by Bailey D.

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Author’s Note: This is my first story in a while, but I hope it’s still good and that you guys enjoy it! :DEllen Millson swayed back and forth in her rocking chair. Her hair, still bright red despite her age, was braided and resting on her shoulder. In front of Ellen, on a soft rug, sat two young children, a boy, and a girl. The boy had red hair like Ellen’s, just not so bright, and an animated look in his eyes. The girl had shockingly elegant raven hair; her dark blue eyes looked tired.“Didan,” Ellen spoke softly to the boy, “your sister se...

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“The witch erruption” by Rayann Choudhary

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I was about 8 years old, i had come for a sleepover at my great grandmother's house. there was no other houses beside hers around here. Her house was quite big and i enjoyed coming over. It was one rainy night, my great grandmother was sitting in her big red chair, holding a hot cup of tea. I had my legs folded sitting on the floor in front of her. It was cold , I was wearing my orange zig zag sweater. I sat down staring at my great grandmother waiting in suspense, I was thinking what story she would tell me tonight. my great grandmother sta...

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“Memoir of Justice ” by Jose Duron

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Entry: 2/6/2021"Stay close to me." My dad said as we weaved through the crowd. Left and right and everywhere we looked there were people waving flags with the emblem of an eagle. Some others shouted about lettuce, grapes, and other names that are foggy in my memory. Some others even carried cardboard spray-painted with messages that read the future is ours. There were times in which we would stop to listen to a speaker get on stage and rally the crowd. Some other times were long walks under the sizzling sun of Arizona.I was ten at the moment...

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“Donald's Last Freedom Ride” by Jordan Roach

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It was the year 1961. Momma Rose was sitting at the kitchen table staring out the window like she always did. Sipping on her unsweetened black coffee. The window was her favorite spot because she could see the whole neighborhood. And she could see if someone was pulling up in the driveway. The phone rang, and it was Momma’s friend, Sister Maxine. As soon as I heard it was her on the phone, I knew whatever it was, it meant that we would be going to church to either cook. or learn a new song. Maxine was our new choir director, who c...

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“The Modern Luddites” by T. Rezy

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''Chamomile. That's the one!'' ''... What was that dad?'' Henry turns away from his chess board towards Beth's direction. She's in the kitchenette, programming the appliances. ''It was Chamomile. You know, the herbal tea your mother used to like.'' It's a contemporary and streamlined apartment, in a modish senior residency complex - Fryer's Grove's the name, in New Hadley, the incidently new smart city. The air pollution is pretty much nonexistent, which helps for Henry's asthma. ''For the life of me, I couldn't remember what it was called. ...

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“My Grandfather- The Life Connoisseur” by Fram Kim

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BASED ON A TRUE STORYI happened to be born in the highlands of Kenya. A saying goes you can never choose your parent or where you are born. I will proudly say that I grew in a loving and caring home though it had its ups and downs. Both of my parents were government officials working in the city and my grandfather detested us staying in Nairobi purporting that it was confusing just like the Movie Inception by Leonardo DiCaprio. It was therefore reached into a consensus that I and my siblings should stay under the watch of my grandpa living c...

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“We Lost Our Innocence” by Vaughn Collar

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You know, being a part of something memorable doesn’t seem like it at the time. For me, it was tragic. The Kent State massacre. I knew a couple of the victims, at least a little. Allison was in one of my classes, and William was a good friend of another friend of mine. Yeah, I had been aware of the protest to happen that Monday, and honestly planned to be a part of the protest. Looking back now, I realize how momentous that day was. It was like the nation had its rose-colored...

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“BACK IN MY DAY...” by Ronald Gagnon

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"What are you thinking about, Granpaw? All I can see of you across the fire.. is your bent head... I can't even see your face... That silly old hat covers it like that..." "Donnie, This silly old hat... as you call it, is probably one of the reasons this old grandpaw is still alive... So don't you go making light of it... That crazy green thing that covers your head ain't no prize, either... But don't you ever stop wearing it." "Yeah, mom tells me every day... Something about the way the sun shines through that atmosphere stuff that...

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“Remembering History” by Scott Paranada-Fried

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Eric had long assumed it was a story he would take to his grave. But as he neared his eightieth birthday, the memories were strengthening, getting more vivid. He could barely remember what he did the day before or when to take his blood pressure and cholesterol-fighting medications, but what transpired on a warm June night in New York became crystal clear, though it was six decades ago. For the first time in his married life, he yearned to tell his dutiful, faithful wife what had happened. He had participated in the ...

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“Phases” by Scott Skinner

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Surrounded by twenty or thirty thousand souls on the Polo Fields of San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park, I was eighteen when I took my first hit of LSD. The San Francisco Oracle, a hippie newspaper distributed in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, announced the event, ‘A new concept of celebrations beneath the human underground must emerge, become conscious, and be shared, so a revolution can be formed with a renaissance of compassion, awareness, and love, and the revelation of unity for all mankind.’ The allure of unity for all humanki...

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“Skulduggery” by Tony Milligan

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Skulduggery Belfast 1976 In the target, I waited. The shallow curtained alcove concealing me was claustrophobic. My nostrils itched from the dust in the air, but I resisted the urge to scratch. The curtain was a scant two inches from my chest; I couldn’t risk moving it. They would be watching. ‘Get there an hour or so before their team arrive, Jack, that should be time enough. I suggest covert entry from the rear, the back door has only an old mortice lock.’ Frank had started briefing me in his laid-back, understated manner, ...

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“Askana the Bear Slaughterer” by Brynn Moriarty

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DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to offend anybody with stereotypes in this story. It is fictional and just for fun. Thank you and enjoy. Aksana Hogmagouch was not your Russian lady. She was six feet four inches tall, and she fought bears in the forest for fun. Everyone in Shlisselburg, her hometown, was absolutely terrified of her. Including me. Although I am a friend of hers, she still gives me the creeps. Once you get to know her, though, she is a real softy on the inside. As we p...

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“The Light of Freedom” by Sreedevi Mahapatra

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Summer holidays were always a welcome relief for Kartik to escape from the daily school routine, the humdrum of traffic and of course the military strictness of his father. Kartik loved to visit his grandparents , in a remote village more than five hours of journey from the noisy city. A big house with spacious rooms, titled roof, a cool courtyard with plenty of space to play unlike the crammed up two bed room apartment back in the city. The moment Kartik reached the village, grandpa was waiting eagerly to receive him a...

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“Doctor ” by Vandana Ramachandran

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Dr.Saintals was born to an orthodox Jewish parents, who lived alongside of death during Hitler’s era, 1939. he had never met his father. Fortunately he had a few Nordic Aryan features, like dolichocephalic skull and light eyes. This way she secretly sent him to an orphanage, at the age of 2 which had Aryan orphans. Eventually within a couple of years he was adopted by a rich German couple. Growing up he got the best out of all, because of his parents. His parents were very transparent, they told him that he was adopted. He wanted to fin...

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“Woodstock” by Bobby Bone

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As Roger watched the news he became more and more disturbed. What is this world coming to? he thought. Another war and another terrorist attack made the headlines. Even locally there was violence and hatred being reported. Again, Roger thought to himself, maybe it’s a good thing I won’t remember any of this by morning. His short-term memory was making life more and more difficult for him. Trying to remember basic life skills and recalling recent conversations and events was one of the most difficult things for him no...

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Write about an elderly character who was part of a historic movement years ago.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 134 stories

“Granny Ellen” by Bailey D.

“The witch erruption” by Rayann Choudhary

“Memoir of Justice ” by Jose Duron

“Donald's Last Freedom Ride” by Jordan Roach

“The Modern Luddites” by T. Rezy

“My Grandfather- The Life Connoisseur” by Fram Kim

“We Lost Our Innocence” by Vaughn Collar

“BACK IN MY DAY...” by Ronald Gagnon

“Remembering History” by Scott Paranada-Fried

“Phases” by Scott Skinner

“Skulduggery” by Tony Milligan

“Askana the Bear Slaughterer” by Brynn Moriarty

“The Light of Freedom” by Sreedevi Mahapatra

“Doctor ” by Vandana Ramachandran

“Woodstock” by Bobby Bone

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Write about someone who never planned to make history but is now about to deliver a speech in front of millions.

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Start your story with a major news event breaking — one that will change the world forever.

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