Write your story from the perspective of an outsider watching something or someone change.

Posted in Middle School on Oct 26, 2022

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“The Change” by Cliff Pratt

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Hunter forwarded the email on to the Prince’s Private Secretary, with a note. He sighed. The email was business and Harry handled all the business stuff now. He could go down and chat with Harry, and they’d probably have a cup of tea, but Hunter didn’t want to slow down the Prince’s Private Secretary. Harry had a lot more work on these days as the load shifted from Hunter to him. Hunter decided to go to look for his boss instead. *** Hunter found the King in one of the solaria. The King had had a couch brought in, and a computer was mounte...

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“Chrysalis” by Ashley Cullen

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From the enclosure of my car and at a safe enough distance, I watch. I clutch the paper cup of coffee and blow across it, trying to cool the liquid down. I can feel my stomach tying itself in knots. Across the street, I see the parking lot starting to fill up. The faithful are arriving. Two men exit their cars and move toward each other, wives and children following along like ducklings. I can’t hear what they’re saying but I see their salt water taffy smiles. I witness their hearty handshakes and solid eye contact. They break away from each...

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“The Witness” by Ryan Miller

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Margaret’s eyelids fluttered open as the water was poured slowly over her face. She attempted to use her hand to wipe the wetness from her eyes, only to feel tension on her wrist, on both wrists. Shaking her head, Margaret managed to shake enough of the water off her face to allow her eyes to open comfortably. The room was dimly lit, and she noticed her bound wrists and ankles, the bindings attaching her to the table propped up against the wall. Margaret’s angle allowed her to see the whole room, the dark and empty space, with a chest in the...

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“A tail of it's own ” by Constanza Lobos

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Time is not something that exists in our kind. For me, waking up in the dark is natural because I am hungry and going to sleep is almost a sport I enjoy. I have no places to go, my meetings with friends happen spontaneously in the garden at night, and I am proud of the space I occupy in her bed. Her bed is like sleeping on a cloud of blue tones, and her touch on my head is the balm I need to return to my uninterrupted sleep. She is gentle, she takes care of feeding me, and she changes my water. Although, sometimes she can be disrespe...

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“Encounters With a Stranger: A Humorous Prospective” by Barbara Pinkney

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I feel compelled to share my story about the metamorphosis of the relationship between my lovely daughter and myself, her biological mother. After all the energy my daughter spent, trying not to become everything that I am in this world, I find it humorous, that observing my daughter now is comparable to a stranger looking into a mirror at herself. "God must truly have a sense of humor." I said to myself. Let me start from the beginning. On my fifty-first birthday, the shrill ringing of the telephone, interrupted the gloomy and depressiv...

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“The Green Man” by Rob Ryter

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Dressed in funereal black, Iris Theristi crept silently into the modest sized bedroom, as though Simon was still asleep and she was scared of waking him. The room was just as he’d left it. Fairly tidy, she thought, compared with some of the students who had lodged with her. The single bed had been hastily straightened. The wardrobe door was ajar; she could see the neatly stacked clothes and the shirts on their hangers. She crossed to the window and placed a finger in the plant pot on the sill. Bone dry. Oh, Simon. One thing he had not been...

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“Through the Glass” by Millie Kemp

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Day 1 On the first day, I opened my eyes. Or perhaps they were already open, but I was just now seeing for the first time. My view of the world was tinted by foggy glass, but I could make out shapes that were large and square. I didn’t know what any of it meant. What I did know was that I was cold. So, so cold; the freezing temperature made me want to shiver but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t turn, twist, sit down or jump. I was still, and something told me I always had been, and that I always would be. A strange green cone structure was to my...

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“Flashing Before Your Eyes” by I Jones

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Of course, I'd thought about what might happen. It's one of those things everyone thinks about, talks about, even fantasizes about... I'd heard rumours of something like this; I just never expected it to be so literal. This is my thought process, anyway, as I look down at my mother, having contractions on a hospital bed. Cries fill the room as the doctors pronounce her second child a girl. She is called Rosaline and already has a head full of dark hair. Ten years later The dark hair didn't last long. I smile as I look down ...

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“My Ma” by Andrew Crisp

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I’m sitting on the kitchen floor, watching the maggots. The maggots live in the trash can, but they got out and plopped down in front of my hands. I touched one and it twisted over. We don’t usually have the maggots but it’s hot. The maggots like it when it’s hot. My Ma comes in and looks down on me. She looks angry. She opens the bin and makes a funny noise. I stand up and look over the edge of the bin. There’s a lot of old dark, wet and furry food. And a lot of maggots. Ma gets rid of the food. And the maggots. - Ma and D...

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“Shot Game” by Duane Burke

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I met an angel once on a brisk night in early November at a bar in New York City. I’ve never been a religious man. I wouldn’t even say spiritual, but after it happened I considered changing the way I looked at a lot of things. I knew it was the beginning of the end. Or maybe the end of the beginning. Guess it all depends on the perspective. Either way, the world hasn’t been the same since. I walked in to The Hemline around seven o’clock that evening and looked for a seat at the bar. This was usually a fairly busy time for the haunts of the F...

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“Fly Me to the Moon” by Hannah Foligno

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I had only hap-hazardly packed up my room on the day that I was supposed to leave. I wished that I could slip out without anyone knowing, without causing a scene. I almost got away with it; my dad had only just found out that I was leaving that day. “What?!” he exclaimed, and then promptly went back to his crossword puzzle. And that was that. I could always rely on him for an easy exit. My mom, however, did not offer me the same luxury. Even when I would go spend the night at a friend's house, I would try to sneak out, not because I wasn’t...

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“McCloud's” by Julia Driedger

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McCloud’s I Peeked through the window of the little bookstore with the word "McClouds" frosted onto it, my eyes sparkled above rosy cheeks, flushed by crisp autumn air. I gazed at the two people inside the shop as they worked. The man sat on the antiquated desk chair, bent over the computer, glasses nearly slipping off his long nose. He had squinty eyes capped by bushy eyebrows and tufts of washed-out hair were combed neatly on his head. The lady stood beside a rolling shelf, packed with books. She had a compact figure with a blunt...

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“The Happiest Days Followed By the Darkest” by Eoghan Ricci

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The wood; so tame, peaceful to what things are today. I remember what happened like it was yesterday. I went into the wood at around age 18 where I lost myself in the natural wonders of the world. I learned to survive off the land and nothing but. I learned when to bend a knee to mother nature. And I learned when she should bend hers. I worked the land in the summer to pay for it. I worked it for fur, crop, and meat. The original landowners said when I was about halfway with the payment. That I had earned my share of the land. And that...

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“When What The Hell Happens” by Julie Hall

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I grabbed the door handle with a little tension in my stomach, expecting that I would be greeted with a scowl and the ever-so heralding “why are YOU here?” But to my surprise, after taking the time to enter as discreetly as humanly possible, there was no one sitting there to curse my arrival. The living room was empty. Not only was it empty, but it was EMPTY. It was sparkling clean. Where was all of the mess? You could see the hardwood floors. I didn’t trip on anything trying to get inside and find the space to take my shoes off. The black l...

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“For Angel ” by Alexis Jones

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The air outside was different this morning. It was as though he had smelt it for the first time. As if it was the first time he had ever really breathed it in. He thought he must of still been a bit high. A cop car pulled up to the Emergency entrance. A man wearing half a torn t-shirt, blood, boxers and handcuffs was lead inside by a man wearing a vest and a gun and a badge. They both look tired. Only one of them looked ashamed. They both looked defeated. Every thing was still so quiet. The light of the day was just making itself kn...

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Write your story from the perspective of an outsider watching something or someone change.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 45 stories

“The Change” by Cliff Pratt

“Chrysalis” by Ashley Cullen

“The Witness” by Ryan Miller

“A tail of it's own ” by Constanza Lobos

“Encounters With a Stranger: A Humorous Prospective” by Barbara Pinkney

“The Green Man” by Rob Ryter

“Through the Glass” by Millie Kemp

“Flashing Before Your Eyes” by I Jones

“My Ma” by Andrew Crisp

“Shot Game” by Duane Burke

“Fly Me to the Moon” by Hannah Foligno

“McCloud's” by Julia Driedger

“The Happiest Days Followed By the Darkest” by Eoghan Ricci

“When What The Hell Happens” by Julie Hall

“For Angel ” by Alexis Jones

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Start your story with “Today’s the day I change.”

Write about a character, animal or human, who is reborn as something totally different.

Your character picks up a fallen leaf and can’t believe what they discover underneath it. What happens next?

Set your story during a sudden change of season.

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