Set your story within a window of opportunity, when a character finally has the chance to do something.

Posted in Middle School on Oct 25, 2022

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“High School Dream ” by Nikeeta De Silva

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I’m Emily. If “what was your best time in your life?” question would be presented to me, my simple answer is high school days. It is a time when adults refer disaster will occur to lives of children. Well, it is true, but it is not just a disaster. It’s a beautiful disaster which will fill people the sweetest memories of their lives. First, I had nothing I kept losing all the precious things. I didn’t have dreams about my future. My future was so dark in my eyes. I only had the desire to protect things which are important to me. I lost my pa...

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“C10H14N2” by B.T Beauregard

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C10H14N2 TW // Suicide 1st Cigarette: You do laundry on Tuesdays. You do laundry on Tuesday mornings at the Happy Bubble before your 8 o'clock shift. 15 dollars. Two loads. A $1.50 in change. A diet coke is $1.19. You drop what's left into the little cancer box above the cash register. You drain the coke and light your first cigarette of the day. Twenty cigarettes in a pack. Three cigarettes a weekday. You buy a new pack every Monday, $4.45 a pack. About 18 bucks a month. That's the plan. You're trying to quit. Well, maybe. 7:45 you wa...

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“Toys in the Attic: Come to my Window” by Cara H

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Come to my Window The Letter When Sabella arrived at her new home on the evening of July 10, 2020, she was surprised to find a package on her porch. She supposed that it must have been delivered to the wrong house, but it was addressed to Miss Sabella Laaksonen. She recognized the blocky script, and there were hearts with tendrils branching off them drawn at each corner of the recipient’s address. The tendrils entwined with one another. Sabella took the package into the house, set it on the coffee table, and opened it with trembling hands. S...

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“Aquarium” by A.K. Anderson

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My name suits me. Narin. It means delicate or fragile, which is exactly what I am. My parents, in the few times I’ve spoken to them, insist that the meaning is purely coincidental. But I still wonder if they changed it after the surgery. I don’t remember my life before, so I have no way to tell.It’s been 13 years, to the day. 13 years of living in a glass prison. 13 years of feeling like a fish who is too big for her aquarium. 13 years of doctors with oxygen tanks and masks poking and prodding me, treating me like some formaldehyde-soaked sp...

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“That Magnet Thing” by Philip Bradbury

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He never thought much about it. Actually, he didn’t think about it at all. It was just the way he was and he thought everyone else was the same. See, he had … mmm, how do we explain it? This invisible thing he had around him? Let’s see … it was a glow. No, you can see a glow. An energy? No, that tells you nothing. Perhaps a magnetism explains it best but it’s not one of those grabby magnets which slap against the refrigerator when it gets close. See, Geoffrey’s magnetism is gently, subtly unobtrusive. Not compelling or demanding – just s...

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“Friends or Monarch” by Neri Sompanos

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I sat on the flimsy, crumbling, rotting steps of my -if you could call it that- cottage and waited for the messenger boy. My favorite part of the day is when I got to communicate cheerfully with Karlos and his beautiful horse, Pippa. For a few minutes, I would distract myself from the empty void-like lifestyle that had consumed me for my entire knowledge of existence. The tattered, worn, copper-colored dress-ish cloth outfit I wore came to my anklebones, keeping out some of the icy winds. I shivered, pulling my dark shawl tighter, attempting...

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“The Art of Reminiscing” by Peter Stanley

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THE ART OF REMINISCING The screen went blank. Enough. Next time he wouldn’t even bother to switch on the television, the news was too depressing. Yet another window of opportunity lost. Why couldn’t they deliver it as they did during the war? He remembered the London docks being on fire for a week before they even announced that they had been hit. He knew because of the red glow in the night sky but the rest of the nation was still left in hope. Nowadays the announcers seemed to dwell on the number of deaths from this pandemic and th...

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“Staring out of a Window Late at Night” by Ieuan Ap Hywel

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I’m staring out of the window of the bar late at night - just before closing time. I’m looking out of the public bar window at the mountain that’s moving towards me like Birnam Wood in the play which name cannot be spoken aloud and I know it’s the drink that talking when in walks my old buddy, Jack O’Leary, tight as a cork in an old bottle of Merlot. We’re in the Angel Hotel, only it ain’t no hotel, just a pub tucked into the side of the hill, and I haven’t seen Jack for a year because I’ve been sailing around the p...

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“A Friend's Support” by Rick Hays

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There are those of us who can say the words they feel with ease, and there are those who struggle. I am one of the unlucky ones who tense up and let the situation fall to pieces. I know that I can't do this alone, so I need help. In my desperation, I asked my friend for advice. “My hair has been trimmed, my tuxedo has been properly tailored, and my motivation is as strong as ever. Tomorrow is prom day, and I am set on dancing with Molly Maples. Throughout all of my time alive, I have never gazed upon such a stellar dove like her." “I haven’t...

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“Shooting That Shot” by Vance UponATime

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The automatic doors of the train swished open. The light, cheerful recording announced the name of the station and asked passengers to (for goodness’ sake) let people get out before pushing in. That’s when Ren spotted her, past the platform and across the road, the unmistakable light-brown hair of the café staff he’d had a crush on for the last three months. “Please step away from the doors.” The announcement would say it two more times before the doors actually closed. That wasn’t enough time for Ren to make up his mind. “Next stop, Tech-C...

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“Catalyst” by Elizabeth Landon

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Logan could hardly believe their good luck.After all of these years, they’d finally done it. Vesper Cross, also known as the unbeatable superhero Spark, was at their mercy.She was currently chained to a support beam in this old observatory. The chains were non-conductive, obviously, and therefore able to resist her electricity-summoning powers. Logan was quite proud of that. Never mind that any middle schooler could have constructed them.All that mattered now was Logan’s revenge.They added the last few calibrations to their super computer, a...

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“God’s Favorite” by Varuni Pragya

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God’s Favorite Don’t believe them. I know you will but I will still tell you to not believe them. My family tells everyone I’m crazy which is why they’ve kept me locked up here, in my attic room. But I want you to believe me. My small room is made entirely of wood. It’s basic with a bed and a box full of Greek mythology books my mom gave me when I was a child, before the southern doctor told them I’m crazy. I live alone but I’m rarely lonely. My bed is usually surrounded by at least one of my friends from the sky. From the night goddess wit...

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“Grass” by Kayley Dickins

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There was grass in their hair. He had seen it about five minutes ago, as his partner had climbed up the bank of the river, shoes slipping on the dew left over from the early morning. So perhaps the time of day was at fault. Surely if it hadn’t still been midday the grass would not still have been so wet, and they would not have tripped in it, rolling down the bank and arriving at the bottom with significantly less dignity than they had had at the top. And then there would have been no grass in their hair. He wanted to reach out and remove ...

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“Sweet Pain” by Giselle Ingabire

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Everyone wants to be happy, no one wants wants to be sad and get pain.but you can`t make a rainbow without a little pain. I was yet to be born 20 years ago, mom met dad at side chick`s bar then.she was crazier hot and supper sexy , doing all she wanted without caring. but she was a soft hearted girl and had a dream to achieve in life.like everybody else we all has this big thing we want to achieve and be proud of ourselves all entire life.so is Mom.you are curious to know about thus dream huh!Carl Anderson wanted to have a loving husband and...

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“Something ” by Sandra Claros

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The wind blew a magazine that was not mine, but if I had to return it, it was more than twenty days ago. I put the magazine in my bag, along with a cake that I should also give to Ernesto, owner of the national and international magazine stall located in the center of the plaza, about four blocks away. It was very windy. I thought about leaving after closing the glass window in the living room so that nothing else would fly. I leaned against the parapet of the somewhat narrow but high window in the living room of ...

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Set your story within a window of opportunity, when a character finally has the chance to do something.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 144 stories

“High School Dream ” by Nikeeta De Silva

“C10H14N2” by B.T Beauregard

“Toys in the Attic: Come to my Window” by Cara H

“Aquarium” by A.K. Anderson

“That Magnet Thing” by Philip Bradbury

“Friends or Monarch” by Neri Sompanos

“The Art of Reminiscing” by Peter Stanley

“Staring out of a Window Late at Night” by Ieuan Ap Hywel

“A Friend's Support” by Rick Hays

“Shooting That Shot” by Vance UponATime

“Catalyst” by Elizabeth Landon

“God’s Favorite” by Varuni Pragya

“Grass” by Kayley Dickins

“Sweet Pain” by Giselle Ingabire

“Something ” by Sandra Claros

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