Write a story about an object that has been around for centuries or passed down generations.

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“The Glass Daffodil ” by Marie White

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Nothing had ever terrified him more than realizing, upon checking his safe and subsequently tearing apart the house, that the glass daffodil had vanished. He had put his own life, and, more importantly, those of his entire family, in jeopardy. He’d inherited the daffodil from his father, who’d inherited it from his father, who’d inherited it from his father, who’d received it from a rumored witch. He remembered, as a child, sitting beside his adopted brother on his grandfather...

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“The Family Heirloom” by John Steckley

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The heirloom was presented to the new owner with great ceremony and loud applause and even a little shouting. The crowd was very much engaged in following a long-standing family tradition. When the one who had possessed the much revered heirloom decided, “It is time for a transfer” (which were the actual words spoken at the beginning of the ceremony), the object would be passed down to the oldest grandchild, be it a him or her, at a formal family gathering. The act of handing it over would be photographed, the decided-upon bes...

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“Cross of Scotland” by Amanda Blackwood

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WARNING: Sexual assault and human trafficking are mentioned throughout the body of this submission, as I am a REAL SURVIVOR of human trafficking. How many times have I been openly criticized for keeping that old cross? It was forged in 1811, created in Edinburgh, Scotland. It's the only remaining artifact I have that was ever given to me by the man who forced me into human trafficking. I can understand all too well why people would think I would want to get rid of such a momento, but it seems people are entirely too closed off when it come...

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“The Great Pyramids of Giza” by Judith Robinson

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The Great Pyramids of Giza Egypt is an Arab nation in the northeastern corner of Africa. A small part of Egypt, the Sinai Peninsula, extends into Asia. Most of the country is covered by dry windswept deserts. They receive little rainfall and depend on the Nile River. The story of Egypt dates back more than 5,000 years to about to 3100 B.C. In prehistoric times, they had cities and kingdoms that grew up along the Nile. They developed systems of government, mathematics, and science. They remained under various forms of royal rule until the 195...

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“Under Pressure” by Ashley Ulery

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There was very little to harvest in the years after the Great Wash. I was fortunate. My family grew up poor but pleasant, and I was raised on canning jars of beans and venison. I remember having bountiful years of humid summers where we barely had enough jars. I also remember having depression years of dried plants that barely produced a handful of fruit. In those years, my grandmother somehow made every last vegetable stretch through the winter, so we never suffered for hunger. It was because of my childhood knowledge that we made it throug...

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“Black Orchid” by Alex Woodward-Herborth

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My family was once wealthy. Or so I was told. Great heroes that protected the land from evil. Favor of the emperor and all that. Spent on booze and extravagant parties. Eventually I guess the royals got sick of us. My mother certainly did. Packed her bags and left in the night, never to be seen again. Father was barely effected by her leaving. I suppose he was too drunk or hungover at the time. I'd always thought I could be the hero to restore the family's honor. That if I was given a chance and our family heirlooms I could travel the land a...

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“The Djed of Osiris - Part 1” by Sami Awa

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The Djed is an Ancient Egyptian symbol for balance and permanence. It is associated with Osiris, the god of death and the underworld, and is believed to represent his backbone or spine. The Djed symbol is a pillar with a broad base which narrows as it rises and is crossed at the top by four parallel lines. It is believed to represent a sacred tree with its branches bundled together into levels. Djed amulets were worn by Ancient Egyptians and believed to protect the wearer in life and death.----------------------------------------------------...

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“Sahara Beige” by Marylin Wolf

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"I summon you, Florence Nightingale, to come forward. Florence, if you are here, please make yourself known," Brad said, speaking into the silent space of the dimly lit room. My hands are slightly clammy and sweaty from excitement and a little fear. My arms start to strain as I hold Angela and Alice's hands over the brown coffee table in the center of our group. Brad is across the coffee table from me and has his eyes closed, trying to stay open to the spiritual world."Brad, do you feel anything?" Alice asks. She had severe doubts about the ...

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“The Time Clock” by Alisha Proffitt

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*Trigger Warning* This story deals with themes of suicide. Noah Reynolds sat on the couch, curled up with his wife, Heather, as they watched a movie. His phone rang. On the screen was the name Meredith. It was his best friend’s wife. He had agreed to meet up with him for drinks but bailed at the last minute saying he wasn’t feeling well. Honestly, he just didn’t feel like going out tonight and wanted to spend a quiet evening at home with his wife. He couldn’t surrender his man-card by admitting that to his buddy though, so he lied. M...

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“The Tea Service” by James Mckinley

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The glint of the enamel coating was a little dull. The gold trim was slightly faded. The serving tray had seen better days, but my Grand mother was still proud of her tea service. She would bring it out every time I would come to visit. She would take such care to place the cups on doilies and the pot containing the hot water in the center along with the cream jar and the sugar bowl. The service was able to accommodate 6 people and came with accompanying small plates for serving scones. My grand mother was ever so proud of her tea biscuits. ...

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“The Box” by Lonnie D.

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TW: Mental Health and Suicide/Self-Harm Nina My breathing keeps the rhythm of the beat. While my hands and feet create the tempo, banging against every inch of this box. There are no windows, no doors, no emergency exits. In my bed, I snuggle up under covers, but in the box my teeth chatter as a constant chill runs along my spine. It’s dark in here, but I still have a perfect view of the neighbor’s house across the street. You would think that the thickness of the walls would keep the voices out, but I can still hear her footsteps creak aga...

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“The box of...” by Snehil Mishra

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And this my dear is the box of stupidity, used to be tip-top, bright and shiny, you see the label, “Graceful Ageing”.My great great great great great grandpa got this from his neighbor who got it from his great great great great great grandpa’s neighbor, its more contagious than any deadly infection, there is no cure to it and you pass it on to not only your own blood but to anyone who comes in contact. The origin of this gift is unknown. As I am about to give my life son, I pass this treasure to you and your family and I pray a...

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“Bound by Time” by Cheryl Martin

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I stand naked before the full-length mirror in my bedroom. It tells truths. I am old now, but I don't have to be. There are ways. I look at my body. A deep crevasse runs upwards on my left cheek, and many tinier lines crackle across my right. My eyes - left blue, right green - were once vibrant, but now they look dull. They see everything; they see nothing. My breasts sag; I can only see the top of my areolas. Not a surprise, they've been large since puberty. I look at my belly. It is no longer flat, but rather it plunges out and over so I ...

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“Living for the Moment” by Jere Steiner

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“We’re running out of time,” the voice in her head kept saying. She lay there, longing. If only he were here. If only they could engage in the youthful desires that bedeviled them, to enjoy the luscious fruit of their lust. Life soared on the wings of frivolity and tranquility as it always did when their passions intertwined. Of course, family matters had tied up his weekend in another state. Though this annoying association occurred without fail, she learned to accept his familial loyalties, albeit with a grain of irony. He was a good man. ...

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“THE gods have gone mad” by Octavius Geh

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My small village occupy 200sqmtrs north of the river Sambasa. We are a people of warriors and relatively farmers. Many of my people raised pigs,cows and rams. Others just produce grains and cocoa to sale to the white foreigners. The year was October of 1943. This was the year our people were hit by locusts and great famine had struck us so hard that food and water became scares. Every man became his own shadow and trust was lost among the people. The old were getting sicke and the children died of malnutrition. Those who could afford food ...

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Write a story about an object that has been around for centuries or passed down generations.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 46 stories

“The Glass Daffodil ” by Marie White

“The Family Heirloom” by John Steckley

“Cross of Scotland” by Amanda Blackwood

“The Great Pyramids of Giza” by Judith Robinson

“Under Pressure” by Ashley Ulery

“Black Orchid” by Alex Woodward-Herborth

“The Djed of Osiris - Part 1” by Sami Awa

“Sahara Beige” by Marylin Wolf

“The Time Clock” by Alisha Proffitt

“The Tea Service” by James Mckinley

“The Box” by Lonnie D.

“The box of...” by Snehil Mishra

“Bound by Time” by Cheryl Martin

“Living for the Moment” by Jere Steiner

“THE gods have gone mad” by Octavius Geh

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Start your story with someone saying, “We’re running out of time.”

Write a story about someone who feels increasingly irrelevant.

Write a story — romantic or not — about two characters who can’t find the right timing.

Write a story featuring an element of time-travel or anachronism.

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