Write about two characters’ different perspectives of the same past event.
Posted in Middle School on Oct 26, 2022
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“Dad's Words” by John Steckley
The two brothers, Steve and Earl, were sitting together in a downtown bar. Both had knocked back rather quickly several shots, with not a lot of words spoken in between. It had been a long time since they had done anything like this, the two of them being alone together. Usually when they were in the same room, it was at rather large family get-togethers in which they only exchanged a few polite words before pa...
“Memorialized with Lipstick and Dresses” by Hussein Abulamzi
I leaned against the passenger door of Dad’s red ’87 Monte Carlo, and I felt unsure of whether to catch my breath or inhale my cigarette. But the wind chaffed my smiling teeth, regardless. The music the car blasted around the Exxon station—the one dad retired from as a cashier—just shied off a ruse. So, Carl ran up to the car, shoved me aside, and jumped half-way inside it through the window. Tonight, I...
“The Woman in the Doorway” by Bill Richter
The Woman in the Doorway Ray got to the Denny’s twenty minutes early because he knew it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation with Edgar. He wanted a few minutes to run the conversation he wanted to have through his head and get a good amount of caffeine flowing through his system before Edgar arrived. It had been a ...
“Pianissimo” by Paul Brassard
Sitting inches apart on the piano bench, their hands hovered over the keyboard of the old upright. Jake could barely breathe. I can’t believe I’m here with her. Isabella was so close that one of her blond curls brushed against his arm. A light waft of vanilla, like fresh-baked cupcakes, rose to his nostrils. Just as he had imagined, she smelled as wonderful as she looked. He examined her long slender fingers suspended next to his. I wonder what it would feel like to hold her hand. Without moving a muscle, he glanced out...
“The Bowtie” by Michelle Colpo
Peggy coughed lightly, fanning away years of dust from the crumpled box she retrieved from the dark, dank attic. This better be those Christmas lights or I give up, she thought to herself. Pulling frantically on the flaps, she was dismayed—but only for a moment—that no old Christmas lights or tree ornaments stared back at her. Instead, a puffy dress—once beaming white, but now yellowed with age—sprang from the box as if it had been waiting to jump...
“Isn't that what it's all about?” by Derrick Higgins
The line in the water began making subtle jerking motions before Corey whipped it tight in an upward motion as he attempted to set his hook. No luck. It was just a nibble and he had let excitement get the best of him. As he reeled his line in he only felt mild disappointment. It was early in the evening after all and he was no professional fisherman. It wasn’t the first or last time he would let a fish get away. All he c...
“least possible damage” by Skyler Svenrose
JACOB and his loss I pressed rewind. Then I pressed play. “A knife to the heart is the easiest, no doubt. It would take me only five seconds to walk into the kitchen to get a knife and then another two seconds to push it through my chest. Simple, fast and then over. The knife will forever tempt me, but the problem with it is that it would be messy. Too much blood and a p...
“Happy Accidents ” by Kaylee Aleece
He was just minding his own business, when the world stop. Counting the change in the register, after the morning rush, although his restaurant was still full of customers. The voices combined in a rambunctious slur of noise, but he tuned them out. The afternoon lunch crowd is usually rowdy, and it is almost time for the man to go home for his lunch break. A man with a blonde beard approaches his counter, a...
“Folding Shirts” by Ben Rounds
“Hey, you; what’s your name?” demanded the young man. There were only so many ways to survive and over the years Liam had seen them all. Tilting his head in an ambiguous fashion he shifted a stack of newly folded shirts aside so the fellow could sit if he wished. He was careful, but still one slid from the pile and swished to the ground. Retrieving it, Liam recast t...
“Perhaps a Tragedy” by Seyna Elizabeth
Svatava I had met the love of my life five years earlier when we both worked in the textile factory. Our stools were side by side. Every so often our elbows would brush, and we’d trade a shy smile. She was strong, that was the first thing I noticed about Tereza. She had strong hands and her fingers always knew exactly where they needed to go. She never stumbled or faltered. She would hav...
“Before It Went Black” by Ellery Libby
Nadine “Nadine! Nadine, where are you?!” My best friend Tina made it out of the classroom in time. Everything was still and I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. I was confused and my own body felt like a fraud. Why couldn’t I get up? “Nadine!” I heard Tina’s voice again. “I’m here, Tina! I’m right here!” My lips tried to form the words but all that ca...
“Milk with caramel liqueur” by L L
She: It has now been 8 years since I saw him last. Feels like he has vanished from the face of the earth. I can´t remember our last meeting. I can't remember most of our meetings, but I remember some and I do remember what he was like. We usually met at parties or poker games with friends. Once at a party he taught me how to make a cocktail that tastes exactly like Baileys, with milk...
“The Ironist” by Nix ♞
I see someone now I see every day, though he may not know it. I may not know it. That is to say, we are the same, though we may not know it. I see him in the mirror.And yet, I'm not looking into a mirror, but across a street. It's New York. Cars. Buildings. Noise.The man has bags, and bags in bags, all empty with his stuff. He pushes a rickety grocery cart. Step. Step. Step. A part of his ripped shirt swings from his hip and scrapes the sidewalk. Ground Zero behind him. Twin tragedies....
“Shards” by Alex K. Maxwell
“So what’d you think, was Adapters Hollow the abomination you thought it would be? Or do we finally have a Caleb-worthy adaptation?” Jimmy emphasized the movie title and braced himself for Caleb’s relenting onslaught as their eyes adjusted to the room lights, still sunk in to the dark leather recliners after removing their full face vantahelmets. After a long hesitation, Caleb sighed and answered, “You k...
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