Write a story about a character experiencing déjà vu.

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“Every Day is Wednesday ” by Emjae Williams

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I am walking on the beach, the air is crisp and cold, the frigid water laps at my bare feet. I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. The silver beams of the moonlight turn the sand into glass and I feel myself gliding across it towards the dark silhouette in front of me. I can't tell who it is, I can't make out any features. Is this a man or a woman? Is it even human?The closer I get the larger they become and I can feel my heart pounding against my chest. I want to stop myself, I want to run away but I've lost control of my legs. I'm only ...

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“The Coordinates” by Arianna Rose

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They pulled off to the side of the highway and let me out. I tipped them and they sped off. I turned and faced the woods. The coordinates led somewhere that was unreachable by car, so I had to continue on foot. The more I stared into the woods, the more dark and foreboding it became. An odd familiar feeling began to creep up my legs and onto my back, and the louder my gut yelled to not go. What would be waiting for me? Treasure? A house? A dead body? Death? A car sped by, startling me out of my thoughts. I began walking into the deep, overgr...

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“"Angel's Share"” by Julien Verdeaux-González

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Bombastic applause erupted from all corners of the bar. A chant crescendoed from the middle of the scene, whose slurred language was so inviting that Joel would have to be stone-cold sober not to chime in. The meandering chants merged into a single name, that of a woman who started off in the mailroom and who, after nearly a decade, had just been named a new partner at the firm. The associates and a few courageous interns lifted her, shouting, “Saltzman! Saltzman! Saltzman!” Bubbles and spirits spilled all over them but they paid no mind. Jo...

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“The Percolator's Predator ” by Ashley Franklin

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The Percolator’s Predator It’s five am in the morning and I have to get up to get dressed for work at The Percolator, our local cafe. Today is a very important day. It is Mr. Barkalo’s birthday today, he is a regular customer at the cafe. He comes in every morning at the beginning of my shift orders a coffee, a cinnamon roll, and sits in the corner of the cafe and stares out the window, well at least that's what I think he stares at all morning. As I am getting dressed I realized that I was so tired last night after my night shift that I did...

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“Season Ticket” by Vaibhav Sharma

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I am not particularly scared of flying. I have no aversion to humans defying God’s intention and achieving something they were not built for. I don’t break into a cold sweat when the doors of the plane are closed. I do not strain my attention to the extreme when the hostess repeats the instructions that are supposed to save your life when suddenly the machinery, which was in the earnest an attempt to sabotage God’s plan of not giving humans any wings, plummets from 35,000 feet to meet the ground. I do not clutch my seat’s hand-rest in a...

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“Flash of Danger ” by Ryan Lively

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Harry a sheetrocker from Rockland Massachusetts was sitting in a bar. He was on his 5th naty daddy that night. When a man walked in he seen before but not here in his dream maybe remembering the scene happening very familiar to what was happening then.. He kind of shrugged it off because he was a little tipsy and figured he was imagining things. So he continued to have about 4 more naty daddies. He later drove home drunk because that is what you do when you are from Rockland Massachusetts. The next day he got up for work went to dunks and st...

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“Monotony” by Grace Parrott

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BEEP. BEEEEP. My alarm. It's time to get up. I groan and squish my head between my lumpy pillows. It's far too early to be awake, and even the simple thought of getting up and dealing with traffic and the noises of the city in the morning makes me want to scream. Something wet and cold drips onto my nose. I open my eyes and look in disgust at the stained and leaking ceiling of my small apartment. A second water droplet forms in the sagging part of my ceiling and I jump out of bed just as it falls. It drops down onto my pillow and I cringe. I...

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“What?” by Leslie Sexton

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Ted leaned over and asked again, "Are you okay?" Marla wasn't sure what to say. It seemed like she had answered this exact same question, from the exact same person. For the life of her, she couldn't remember how she answered before. It troubled her as she thought about how she was supposed to answer. If she answered correctly, the path of her life would be smooth sailing. If she answered incorrectly, it could send her life trajectory spiraling into an abyss of devastation and despair. Marla looked at Ted as he was intensely gazing at her. S...

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“GRACE CHIYAPENI;WHAT A SCARE” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

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Grace Chiyapeni gasped, rolled up her glazy eyes expelling the dark pupils to the top. Her mouth opened slightly dropping the lower jaw inelegantly. The sight sent other girls stampeding in all directions amid shrieks of panic. A few went into funeral motions making horrible sounds. “Eehhe! Given! Eehhe! Given!”They chanted out their anger on a tall boy standing next to the gasping girl. His face was congealed into a fearful mask and his hands dangled on the sides like dead snakes. “But I didn’t ...

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“Standing In Line” by Sonali Sinha

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Kathryn Stiles smoothed a crease in the skirt of her pinstriped yellow-white dress before reaching to open the cold metal handle of the glass door. The room housed a stale air that had been exquisitely tempered with long days of paperwork and the silent drone of municipality. Three long lines of people stood waiting at the forefront of plastic Walmart tables. For a few seconds, she gently rocked back and forth in her flats and felt the pressure shift from the balls of her feet to her heels as she scanned the options ahead of her. The line to...

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“Locale” by Christa Lee

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Locale When I still lived in Paris I would sometimes get off a stop or two earlier on the Metro than my intended one and spend the extra time walking. Where I liked walking most was the tunnel of the Metro itself. Underground it was desolate and eerily quiet, something I craved after all the time I spent in the crowded Parisian streets and the solitude of which I considered special and deep in the pretentious way only a teenager can. It was in these tunnels that I first got pickpocketed, nearly a year after I moved to Paris. Even befor...

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“Taking Forever” by Rebekka King

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“New year, new home, new school, new people, new everything”. I sigh as I begin and end my last semester in a different high school. “It’s senior year and it should be the best time of my life, right”? “Why do these hallways seem to take forever”? I just want to get in class and get this day over with… “only if I had friends here, I’ll miss all the ones I’ve made in Japan”, I thought to myself. “Why couldn’t I just stay in Japan, or specifically Yokohama”? I look around and every class l...

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“The Room” by Meagan Schafer

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He opened the door.As he surveyed the room, he had a sense that he had been here before. And yet, he had never seen anything like it.The room was mostly white as if he were in a hospital or a mental institution. It was also sparse. In the far left corner from where he stood, there was a chair. As he approached the chair, he could hear the echos of his footsteps. The chair was a dark green, nearly black, the fabric worn and faded. The fabric was torn, predominantly along the arms of the chair, as if somebody had been sitting there scratching ...

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“Learning to Love” by Antoinette Ryder

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Everything always seems familiar to me. Though nothing is familiar at the same time. Sometimes I wonder if I exist, while other times I know that I do with every impulse in my body. I sat on the grass of the college campus while waiting for my next class to start. The sun burning love into the left side of my face lightly covered in stubble. It was something that I had enjoyed doing since freshman year. And as my graduation approaches in the next few months, I seem to find myself coming back to this spot. Everything seems familiar, but every...

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“Cat Calling” by Roy Hayward

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I opened the door and found that I had entered my bedroom again. Clothes were spilling out of my half-closed dresser drawers. A boot was holding the closet door open. A precarious stack of books next to my bed supported a half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Grape this time.In truth, it looked like someone had ransacked the place looking for drugs or money. It was my room, so I knew there were no drugs. All of my money had gone into my collection of computer gaming equipment.The desk was the only part of the room that looked in order...

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Write a story about a character experiencing déjà vu.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 39 stories

“Every Day is Wednesday ” by Emjae Williams

“The Coordinates” by Arianna Rose

“"Angel's Share"” by Julien Verdeaux-González

“The Percolator's Predator ” by Ashley Franklin

“Season Ticket” by Vaibhav Sharma

“Flash of Danger ” by Ryan Lively

“Monotony” by Grace Parrott

“What?” by Leslie Sexton

“GRACE CHIYAPENI;WHAT A SCARE” by RADIUS HAVWAALA

“Standing In Line” by Sonali Sinha

“Locale” by Christa Lee

“Taking Forever” by Rebekka King

“The Room” by Meagan Schafer

“Learning to Love” by Antoinette Ryder

“Cat Calling” by Roy Hayward

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