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Write a story about a day in the life of a mother.

Posted in Narrative on Oct 26, 2022

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At Home

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As usual, Ben’s alarm woke Haley when it went off at 5:30am. She didn’t move, but she felt him sliding out of bed, trying to be quiet but failing miserably. She heard him use the bathroom, then come back into the bedroom, open his dresser drawers, put on his gym clothes, and leave. Haley’s mood moved quickly from annoyed to envious. She missed those days – the early morning wake ups, the tough workouts, the sweaty Spin classes, the delayed onset muscle soreness she felt in her body the day after she increased weight on her lifts. Mostly, tho...

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All The Pretty Little Horses.

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All the Pretty Little Horses>--------------------------------------------------------< A cry sliced through the tranquil night as the child was laid down on the fluffy mattress in his rocking crib.  The crib was blue and had breathtaking carvings of galloping horses, trotting horses, and even neighing horses. Some of the beasts slept on the beautifully carved grass at the bottom of the cradle. Some pranced, some played but one thing was clear they were all beautiful. ”Hush.” a soothing voice sang. “Hush and I will tell the tale of...

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Butterfly Wings in a Shoebox

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Maarte woke with a start, and early. It was dark still. She lay there with her eyes open, searching for the window, trying to remember what day it was. Then she remembered.She rose after a few minutes and went and sat at the kitchen table, watching the window that looked out onto the empty lot next door.Maarte sat silently, listening to the first of the birds outside. After a few minutes she made her coffee and waited for the sun. By the time she was drinking the dregs, dawn had broken quietly before her.Maarte stood and dressed quickly. It ...

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Fireproof teddy bears

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The doorbell rang and Eileen ran as fast as she could (which wasn't too fast). She hadn't had a reason to run ever since she got pregnant, but knowing that she was out of shape wasn't the same as feeling out of shape. She had barely run a few feet at best and she was panting like she'd just finished a marathon. Shen she opened the door and the young doctor panicked at seeing her in such a state, but Eileen waved her off before she could say anything."Thank you for coming so fast. I know you have more important things to do, doctor.""It's per...

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One Bad Day

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Life is defined by a series of connected memorable moments. It doesn’t seem that way sometimes. It’s easy to believe that major life events happen independent of each other, with no correlation or lines to connect them to each other. It’s easy to create individual mountains, neglecting the entire range. However, I’ve learned that they’re all connected; the moment I learned to ride a bike, the day my parents told me they were getting a divorce, the night I lost my virginity, the morning I opened my acceptance letter to college, the day I grad...

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Rainey

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Rainey I know people say that becoming a mother changes you, but I really haven’t changed all that much. All the bridges I’ve built upon the years have been charred to a crisp. My recent ex-boyfriend finally had enough of my antics, as he referred to them. I call them the enigma of human emotions. So, what that I lit his clothes on fire and broke his guitar because I found him talking to another woman who isn’t me. But I had to suppress any emotions I had about our squabble aside because my body was numb from the icy...

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Heaven is under mothers' feet

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She didn't want to get up, but she had too. All the dishes were piled up since last night. No one had touched them. She folded up her long sleeves and turn the warm water on. The warmness of the water was tickling her acing hands. She had washed her older daughter’s knitwear sweaters by hand yesterday. The water was becoming too hot when the kettle started boiling. She turned off the oven. The youngest entered: Hey mom.-Hey sweety. Sleep well?-Ah not bad, like usual.She was washing the pile of dishes in the sink.-Mom. Let them be there. let’...

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Mummy-in-hiding

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"Mummy, where are you?" my five-year-old whines. I lay low, silently guarding my sanity within the confines of the toilet, a secret place in which they never think to look for me. I am not sure why? Perhaps they can't imagine that mothers ever use the toilet. A bit like the queen never farting, I suspect.I hold my breath as my toddler passes by. I can see the shadow of his footsteps under the toilet door. Just a few more minutes of solitude. That's not a lot to ask, is it? "Muuummmyyyy..." the voice is insistent now and g...

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Nature and Nurture

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“Mother?” The mother swung her head down, making eye contact with the large black goggles that engulfed the majority of the little girl’s head. She shifted the basket of laundry from her left hip to her right. “Brenna?” “Are we going to get dinner soon?” “It’s barely even—” her mother checked the broken clock on the wall before remembering it hadn’t worked in years. “It’s not even six yet. Are you hungry? I just gave you a snack.” Brenna shook her little head, the goggles wobbling comically. “No, I just wanted to know when we could get dinne...

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The Escapist Society

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The spotless lamb slumbered into silence.  A pale blue teacup had pricked the pure lamb red. Gushing blood soon followed, streaking through the evening, bleak sky, and pitter-pattering down the cobble road. The little, pretty dying one did bleed, and never before had his shepherdess which it had been her own. Eloise Clary, the shepherdess, would have stained the countryside black if given the choice. In curses and tears, she cried out to the skies for her own life to be taken. The winds were her sole answer. If she had not loved the lam...

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My Sweet Baby

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My sweet baby, all fresh and pure.I seen nothing sweeter, than my babe beforeI will hold you proudly, till you can walk strongThen my little babe, will be gone, a strong manAnd then this sweet mother, will rejoice for so long.         Aged arms caressed a soft child as the song was hummed with a raspy voice. The child slumbered as his mother slowly put him down into the crib. Sunlight streamed into the room, flooding the wooden rocking chairs, the body size mirror, and the sleeping babe in a golden war...

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A Family Tradition

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“Mom, are you sure you want to do this?” Fourteen-year-old Faulkner asked.     “Of course.” Nerina ruffled his hair. “It’s December. You know what’s right around the corner!”    “I thought we could keep it a bit... mellow this year.” Faulker took the last bite of his cereal.    “No, that would be silly.” Nerina turned to her twelve-year-old daughter. “What do you think, Darlah?”    “Faulkner’s right.” Darlah agreed with her brother. “Maybe we could take it down a notch or two t...

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The Heart that Made My Mother.

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For every day that I have lived, I have never known what it means to be poor, to beg for food or money so that we can pay the rent. My heart is young. I am like most people I know. But my grandmother was not. Her heart knows the tribulations of life. She had to watch my mother and her sister suffer when there was not enough to eat. She is not like anyone I know. Her heart is many years older and her soul more beautiful for it. When we suffer, our heart gains wisdom and our souls find the beauty in life. We take pleasure in what little we hav...

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Echoes

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It's 6am, and there is a noise coming from the bathroom, a pipe gasping for air as the tap that has been on for the last 8 minutes continues to run, someone is banging on the door to be let in ,screaming “I need to pee!”The back door has slammed a total of 14 times in the last 3 minutes as I feel the edge of my bed dip slightly as the weight of a small child crawls silently towards me , the movement stops as a small hand rests on my shoulder.“Mummy, I'm hungry , I need toast , I'm starved.”&n...

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Nannerl and the Wolf

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What big ears Wolfie has. It is not a compliment, merely a fact that follows him like perfume. He flatters himself with it. He is not special. How could he have a bad ear with a family like ours?Yes, I include myself. I have the right. It was I, after all, who watched him chew on quills and smash his fists into my violin. My father wanted no part in it. It was I who showed Wolfie which end of the flute to blow into, and where to place his fingers. I was so assured of my skills that I became as arrogant as a preening tomcat. My ignorance...

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