Think of someone who stood on the periphery of your childhood memories (a classmate, a teacher, a neighbor) and cast them as the main character of your story.

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“Ramona” by Keith Maynard

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We lived in a small, historically insignificant town snuggled up next to Elmira, New York. We lived in the Town of Southport, New York. The last touchstone on the way south to the Keystone State, several miles away. We lived across from each other on a tree-lined street dead ending at the railroad yard. A quiet neighborhood occupied with, I always assumed, normal, middle-class families. Stay at home moms....

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“Whatever Gets You Through” by Reagan Emmerling

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Every Thursday after school, three sisters, Reagan, Ellie, and Mya, came with their mother to my office. Each appointment started much the same way. Beginning with my standing at the end of the drab grey hallway, just out of view, watching them. Psychology was as much watching as it was listening, and each girl gave you the tiniest glimpse into their heads if you were so inclined to pay attention. Mya, the young...

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“Surprising his favorite teacher with a special telephone call” by Michael Heavener

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Shoes—c'mon—what 11-year-old boy looks at his teacher's feet? She was always standing where he couldn't see over the heads of his classmates, except during tests when she sat with her feet behind her desk. Maybe he should have looked, given that Mrs. Arrington was his favorite teacher. It was 1962 and he was 11 years old. He had just moved to big city Seattle from faraway Farmington, New Mexico. It was th...

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“My favorite part of the week” by Paige Ladd

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Ten minutes to gunshots.“I am the dead end for food,” I said as I shoved another piece of celery into my mouth. “I’ll never be as notorious as her, but I’ve at least I have all the celery I want.” I nodded toward my sort-of rival.“Feeling gloomy today?” Rachel asked.Our lunch room wasn’t the raucous kind. Sure, it was a public school, but we weren’t barbarians. Angie was putting down her tray next to the choir kids this week. I am a great observer. She rarely ate three meals in a row w...

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“DuVall’s Fantastically Awful Day” by Emily Grace

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(CW: Swearing, mental illness, reference to bludgeoning) It was wet. The left side of his face, that is, was sopping wet. He registered that much as he opened his eyes. He looked up at a neon blue bulb hanging overhead. It burned into his eye sockets and decorated him in phosphorescent colors. He squinted. He’d have to switch bulbs again; this time to a dimmer purple. Maybe even green. W...

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“Mysterious Mary ” by Shannon Mabrey

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For Mary. May we forever show our love for others.Mary, the sweet, elderly lady who sat in front of my Mother and Father at church. I vividly remember her, standing a little under five feet tall, weighing a hundred pounds max, wearing huge framed glasses, which she constantly pushed up onto the bridge of her nose. She had a gentle look about her. Her smile, a perfectly straight set of pearly white dentures, brightened a room the moment she approached it. And she always smelled of peppermint, which I...

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“The Man I Never Knew ” by Jeneane Vanderhoof

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"Your grandfather was always the silent type", people said, many times, throughout my life. Most of all saying this, his wife. I always thought it was an understatement, he went well beyond this description. Silent about everything in his life; past, present and future. Everyone in the family knew very little about him and I always felt that I never really knew him as a man, a grandfather, not even as a person. That he had been ever present in my life until he died, when I was in my early twenties, made the lack of ...

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“Sunshine girl” by Melissa Stark

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Warning: this story contains accounts of eating disorders and abuse. If you are easily triggered by these things, please consider not reading it.The first time it was said to me was at birth, not even old enough to open my eyes. Swaddled in my mother’s arms, the words fall from her lips: “My sunshine girl.” I’ve heard stories of when I was still waddling around on two chubby legs, my hair sticking itself out like a wi...

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“Hemi The Hori” by Pene Worth

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ADVANCE NOTE: This an NZ story. dairy = convenience store kumera = sweet potato kai = food hangi = ground oven whanau = family boil-up - pork bones and puha boiled for long time. puha - a common spinach-like weed. I was home for a family dinner, back in the old hood. It had changed a bit. The big Pak’n’Sav supermarket had never been here when I was grow...

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“THE BRIGHT STARS IN THE SKY” by Vijay Likhite

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THE BRIGHT STARS IN THE SKY - 2990 WORDS Mr.Ramnathan at the age of 75 was on the terrace of his house in a suburb of Mumbai. That was an evening of summer. The sun had just set. The twilight was making the entire atmosphere pleasantly golden. He looked above in the sky. A lot of stars were glittering. A few were brig...

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“Don't Be So Dramatic” by Persephone Girl

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Disclaimer: This story contains sensitive themes, including mental health, physical violence, gore, abuse, and suicide. Admittedly, I struggled to remember Lyla’s name for the first couple of weeks that Barbie and I taught her. After that, I would consistently mix her up with the other dancers. It wasn’t until her second year that her name would remain engrained in my mind. It was flu season, so ...

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“Moley” by Sharon Williams

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There were stories about Mole. Allegedly, he had once been seen in the town centre sporting green eye shadow. Another time, sparkly nail polish. If I was leaving my house as he was coming out of his, he would immediately go back inside. The people who shared his drive said that they had once offered to help him cut his hedge, and he had promptly dropped his shears and run indoors shouting. They weren’t sure what he was y...

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“Nobody Was Coming to Save Her” by Nicole G

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I am cleaning out my parents’ house as my husband and I prepare to move to our new home. I find buried in the attic a pink heart-shaped box with a paper rose as a bow that Amelia gave me for my birthday in 1998. “To Cassie: Happy 8th Birthday. Love, Mellie.” I haven’t seen or even thought about Amelia in years. I have no idea where she might be. I don’t even know if she’s alive.

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“A King's Remembering” by Jessica Schilling

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I’ll be damned. This blue mug has another chip. I told Felix I wanted the yellow ones with matching saucers, but he never seems to listen. Most times he doesn’t even clean the table when I ask. Good help is truly hard to find. Well, too late to change everything now. I’ll need to hurry if I want to freshen up before my guests arrive. “Hey, Mr. King! What’s the good word?” Caught in my clean undershirt,...

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“Wherever the Wind Blows” by Kyle Jones

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***This story contains violence, drug abuse, and explicit content. "Yo Ricky, you think I could get a five?" "The fuck you mean? We been in line for 30 minutes and you mean to tell me now that you ain't got the dough to get in the joint?" "Common homes, you know I'm good f'r it" Ronnie replied. Ricky blurted out a laugh then said: "I know for a fact that I'l...

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Think of someone who stood on the periphery of your childhood memories (a classmate, a teacher, a neighbor) and cast them as the main character of your story.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 31 stories

“Ramona” by Keith Maynard

“Whatever Gets You Through” by Reagan Emmerling

“Surprising his favorite teacher with a special telephone call” by Michael Heavener

“My favorite part of the week” by Paige Ladd

“DuVall’s Fantastically Awful Day” by Emily Grace

“Mysterious Mary ” by Shannon Mabrey

“The Man I Never Knew ” by Jeneane Vanderhoof

“Sunshine girl” by Melissa Stark

“Hemi The Hori” by Pene Worth

“THE BRIGHT STARS IN THE SKY” by Vijay Likhite

“Don't Be So Dramatic” by Persephone Girl

“Moley” by Sharon Williams

“Nobody Was Coming to Save Her” by Nicole G

“A King's Remembering” by Jessica Schilling

“Wherever the Wind Blows” by Kyle Jones

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Start your story with a character saying “Where I come from, …”

Write a story in which someone returns to their hometown.

Write a story about coming of age in a big city.

Write a story where a local takes a newcomer under their wing.

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