Write a story about a valuable object that goes missing.

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“Embellishments on the Memory Wall” by Laiba M

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Materialism. It's "a tendency to consider material possessions and physical comfort as more important than spiritual values", or so the online dictionary says. But what if an object is so important to one that they would sacrifice any and/or all of their loved ones for it? Does that label them as materialistic? How much importance can you give to an object before being slammed into the tiny, almost inescapable cage of materialism? Society gives no second thought to calling one materialistic, yet some of them don't look at their own lives and...

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“Luche's Box” by Zilla Babbitt

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On the porches the Venezuelans played salsa while it rained. Outside it was dark and the air was heavy, and the earth thick with loam and steam, but on the porches illuminated with lanterns and candles and flashlights it was bright and whirling, quick, flexible music floating from each house.Around the backsides of the clapboard houses the jungle was creeping in, trying to grab each house around the waist as if for a dance, intent on consuming the village. But the people beat it back each day, a refusal to dance.They said no, we’ll dance on ...

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“Thief” by Dalyane Deblois

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I wake up this morning, only to remember that my most precious good is missing. I do not panic. I do not get sad either. I think about yesterday, trying to figure out when I lost it. It is not easy; I have to remember everything that happened, everywhere I went, and everything I did. It is crucial that I find it.I woke up yesterday and I first made breakfast for my lover. I was happy and my pancakes were reflecting my emotions; the whipped cream formed a smile on each pancake. We washed the dishes together before taking the car. We laughed t...

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“The Saturn Key” by Laurentz Baker

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Malik placed the hunting knife in the dresser draw. Locked it. If someone recognized the symbol of Saturn engraving in the middle of the knife they would kill me, whether I tried to trade it to keep my life or not. There was nothing to see now that I placed it in the sturdy, lockable plain black case bought at the Armed Forces surplus store. Even those not familiar with the scythe and cross ♄ symbol of Saturn would want to possess it. Be wary. “It has that effect on people. Don’t let it possess you,” a friend reiterated. It has. I’m sad...

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“Kande and the evening soothers” by Derrick Kakooza

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Kande unflappably waited for the Chief to give him audience. He had devoted his life to this case and now all he needed was the Chief’s signature on the papers. He could clearly see through the faint brown blinds that the Chief was still on phone- having one of those long conversations letting out small chuckles that petered into deep sighs. Leaning back, he placed his feet on the desk showing off his glittering black shoes. They looked glossy and matched with his black suit in which he was clad. A beer-bellied, broad shouldered man with hal...

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“Susie” by Vicky S

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Beams of sunlight shone through the blinds hanging at the windows lining the hallways, so that fine particles of dust could be seen floating in the air.Personal care workers dashed in and out of the bedrooms, armfuls of laundry clutched in their arms and occasionally looking around to check that everything remained calm.Glancing up from the open charts balanced precariously on the medication trolley, Maria lifted her glasses and rubbed her eyes. All the figures and slanted handwriting scrawled over the charts were starting to blur.Sighing, s...

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“WHO'S WHO” by Norlie Rabino

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I lost you, I can’t find you. Where are you? I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. You’re my strength, you’re the reason why I’m still fighting, why I’m not retreating, and if I lost you, I don’t know, what will happen to my life. Mom, where’s my watch? My earrings? My red pajamas? Mom? Mom? Why aren’t you answering? Oh, you’re sleeping even it’s already 7 am. Mom, just give me my allowance and I’m going to school. My mom isn’t answering so I just get some money on her bag. Oh, my boyfriend texted me, he’s looking for me. Mom, ...

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“The Mystery of the Diamond Watch” by Vatsal Shrivastava

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The gatekeeper allowed entrance to RanVijay by gracefully opening the majestic door of the lavishly and indulgently decorated hall. RanVijay was an aristocrat and the owner of a large company; although he had inherited plump amount of money after his father’s demise, he was disinclined to acknowledge the money because he regarded it as a hand out. He was very benign but prejudiced. He was also somewhat dogmatic and patriarchal. The party was organized by Shekhar, who was RanVijay’s father’s close friend. His wife, Marie, was still alive and ...

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“You’re Missing What?” by L. M.

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Detective Bryant sat back in his chair tapping a pencil on his desk. His partner, Detective Adason walked by in her sensible shoes and stopped. She studied him and tucked a strand of her bobbed hair behind her ear. “You have a look of bafflement on your face.”“I received the strangest call from a frantic mom. Her twenty-one-year-son is missing something rather…strange.”Adason sat on the edge of Bryant’s desk. “Tell me more.”“It’s rather odd because he had an abundance of the item before, Mom assured me.”Minutes later, the two partners h...

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“The rabbit and my missing wallet.” by Tyra Johnson

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Sarah which colour would you prefer pink, blue, orange, red or white? the painter asked me. I said blue is my chose. I could still smell the fresh blue paint as if it was just yesterday. I had inherited a old, wooden and two storey house from my deceased grandmother in a small and beautiful countryside town name Dublin. I was dressed in my white gown admiring the old but beautful house.I went in the backyard and my eyes caught attention to the discovery of a lovely and small garden planted with carrots on soil bed. The vegetables looked ripe...

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“The Wind and the Song” by Imogen Bird

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When Tom walked into Aunt Elizabeth's house, he couldn't deny he was glad to see the painting was gone. The aged home was filled with dusty art and ornaments that would generally be regarded as unsettling, but the painting had always been the worst. Aunt Elizabeth was a retired archaeologist. The woman had once travelled the world and lived an explorers dream. Like many adventurers of her time she gathered queer and macabre objects from far away lands and filled every surface in her home with them, giving it the eerie, static weight of ...

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“Terror for The Green- By Anou Swami” by Anou S

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As I entered the house, I noticed that something was wrong. There were no cries of ‘Manda! Manda!’ coming from my twin 2 year old siblings as they rushed to greet me and hug my legs. No kiss from Mom to bat away as she took my backpack, saying, ‘Amanda, what happened today in school?’ No random advice or tidbit from my 15-year old sister Amelie ran out of our room and grabbed my hand to pull me in and show me something. She was a year older than me but we felt like twins. No whir of the overhead fan. The foyer was completely empty. This neve...

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“My lie to Pigna” by Tiana Gabel

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I lay a gentle hand on Pigna’s shoulder, hoping she isn’t hungry. Always the more honest of the two of us, she sobs silently, leaning on a bound bundle of hay. She doesn’t like to lie even for the sake of survival, that’s why she can’t know. I pull my scarf up and peak out from under the canvas, checking our progress. The dawn has barely broken, water droplets cling to long blades of grass, much longer and greener than anything we’d see back home. I can’t imagine what home looks like now. The harvest flask, a symbolic and mystical wate...

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“It Only Happened Once ” by Stephanie De La Cruz

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I was sitting on the two-seat caramel couch while my feet slid across a creme, light turquoise, and tawny brown flower-designed carpet. My attention was on the 50-inch t.v that was housed on top of a clear two-tier entertainment center. The glorious smell of my mom’s cooking filled the air. My sister was sitting at the dining room table, where she had built her command center consisting of two monitors, a keyboard, a mouse, and her agenda. Jubilee, my six-year-old niece, had just gotten out of school, and I could hear her dainty footsteps ap...

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“Seekers Cabin” by Annie James

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"The last item in your mother's will is a peculiar one. She left you the cabin on Lake Aurora.""Cabin--What cabin?" Tiriah leaned forward and tilted her head to the side as she asked this. "My mother never owned a cabin." The attorney cleared his throat and shuffled through the papers in front of him. He pulled one out of the stack and handed it to her. "This is the deed to the property. It has been in your family for several generations--I'm surprised you never knew about it."Tiriah raised her eyebrows as she skimmed the deed.The attor...

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Write a story about a valuable object that goes missing.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 91 stories

“Embellishments on the Memory Wall” by Laiba M

“Luche's Box” by Zilla Babbitt

“Thief” by Dalyane Deblois

“The Saturn Key” by Laurentz Baker

“Kande and the evening soothers” by Derrick Kakooza

“Susie” by Vicky S

“WHO'S WHO” by Norlie Rabino

“The Mystery of the Diamond Watch” by Vatsal Shrivastava

“You’re Missing What?” by L. M.

“The rabbit and my missing wallet.” by Tyra Johnson

“The Wind and the Song” by Imogen Bird

“Terror for The Green- By Anou Swami” by Anou S

“My lie to Pigna” by Tiana Gabel

“It Only Happened Once ” by Stephanie De La Cruz

“Seekers Cabin” by Annie James

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