Write a story about transformation.

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“wool of the ewe” by Malcolm M

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Living as a man had been stifling, like constantly trying to squeeze into a hole that wasn't meant to fit her in the first place. The inside of her head had been man up this and stop crying that, and a whole lot of what the fuck are you doing every time she had so much as thought about — well, gender. But living as a woman — or trying to, at least — is different. It's better, in a lot of ways, Jack tells herself. It still feels wrong, for lack of a better word, less "claw-at-your-skin" and more like a stone lodged in her throat, the ir...

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“Split Second Transformation” by Tonya Eaves

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Memorial Day Weekend, I think as I sit down on my front stoop in my purple Novant Health folding chair, excited that I am about to start reading Stephen King’s If It Bleeds. It took a minute, but I finally got the dogs settled on their respective leashes hooked to the cargo space latches in the back of my RAV4. Now, I get to spend the next few hours outside reading and enjoying the first nice day since the entire COVID-19 pandemic started.Sun shining, light breeze is blowing, dogs are resting in the grass under the shadow made from having Yo...

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“What is normal?” by Joyce Molineaux

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What is normal?I was scared but I was not going to let these strangers know it. I don’t know what I was doing here. Last week I was in the local school with my mates (two of) and now I was miles away in the middle of nowhere in a boarding school! What was that all about? I stood in the middle of a large hall with others milling around and I was very, very uncomfortable. I felt as though ants were crawling all over me, my skin hurt everywhere. And that was what was scaring me. I usually had enough confidence...

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“Awake” by Jesper Jee

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This story starts the way it always ends; our hero, in his bed, watching a movie.A gameshow is showing on the wall mounted big screen TV, but the sound of revving engines and punches being thrown is coming from the iPad resting on his chest.Come to think of it - hero might be a stretch. The pale blue light washing over his face gives it a sickly feel, with red and puffy eyes, like a twelve round fight between sleep depravation and too much TV. There are no winners here.Whatever action movie he is watching he doesn’t seem interested one ...

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“Losing love finding fate” by Peeker Jones

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Being an intelligent addict can be part about functional learning while high and disfunctional forgotten lows. Before the war of my soul began in mystery, joy was a very big fan of me living. Never believed in anything other than myself and how i brought value towards all the social circles i was a part of. The company i chose was the cause of many problems in the difficult situations i found myself in, which was a little bit more than anything i expected. Type 1 diabetic since I was 12 years old and had enough pity from the places i gave al...

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“The Killing of George” by Arthur Sheridan

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Nineteen seventy six. The year bootboys ended and punk started. The year I first saw the Boomtown Rats playing in the basement of Moran’s Hotel. And the year I left school and got a fulltime job in a bar. I remember going for the interview. I waited in the bar next door which was owned by the same guy. A man of seventy played a reel on a fiddle while another pensioner danced a jig and no-one took a blind bit of notice. You’d be barred for life for the same action nowadays. Irish bars were great in nineteen seventy six. I was led ...

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“My Cherubic Onset!” by B Punija

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On a bright, brilliant day on ides of scorching June, the fidgety 7th grade me decided to take up the “Flag- holder” position for civilians marching troop, our coach has been pushing me for. I did, & even boldly took the charge as the elected president of the dance-drama club. Signed the papers in front of our Principal Rev. Fr.Job. K. Thomas ( just remember him, he is the paramount figure here). Leaving the office and while strutting down the corridors I got a strange feeling, the one you get when you are about to perform on a stage. Ye...

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“People Only Do What They Know” by Donald Conley

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Growing up in a large family, the fourth son born out of ten children, he being of the darkest complexion of them all. His parents were from Baton Rouge, both parents born in the early 1920's, where that old southern mentality was the only way of life.It was understood that a woman's place was in the home and the sole responsibility of the father was to earn a living to support the family, other than that there was no interaction with his father other than the beatings as a result of false information relayed to his father by his mother. Sub...

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“The spring” by Soham Sekhar Patra

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As the light grew dimmer, the young man walked about in his cell. His walk was not one of unease, but rather one that stemmed from the customary silence that haunted his existence here. To his mind which had grown accustomed to the dreary quiet, the noise of his own footsteps was a welcome song. He glanced around in his cabin, not that he could find something worth wasting his gaze on, and thought, how much longer he would have to think. For how long still would he have to ponder the deep recesses of this baffled mind of his, without an answ...

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“PTSD” by Ash Katz

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“PTSD” by “Sannaan Malik” "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." Someone said that. But isn't true so don't let it inside your mind, believe me, you will regret. My name is Sannaan, I call myself Ash cause someone led me into fire and you know what happens when you walk into fire, you burn and turn into ashes. And in my case, this someone is the ...

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“The Death Transformation” by Lucy Matthes

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People always ask me if I can feel it when I transform, it’s not every day someone meets one of me. And yes, I can feel it. Transforming isn’t that much of a problem for me, it’s the bulging, grotesque, chunk of flesh that resides at the back of my head, the swelling, redness, and lack of hair draws wondering eyes, people look at me and can’t stop looking. If I make eye contact (which I strive to deter) thoughts of objectification echo in my mind. That. Thing. It. Creature. Dehumanised. Animal. Beast. Ungodly. Inhuman. * I’ve always wanted t...

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“Bennu, Inc.” by Matthew McLean

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“My great-grandfather died of syphilis.”Gerard Calvaire feels the intended shock of this statement land, and seeing the perverse smile stretch across the face of its speaker, he doubts the truth of it. Across from him, in a directors chair, sits Kate Watson, CEO of Bennu, most promising young chief executive in Silicon Valley. And Gerard is almost certain she is lying to him.Both of them sit on the stage side of a dark curtains and they can hear the audience milling beyond its muffling border. The crowd is here to listen to Ms. Watson’s late...

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“A Town called Nothing” by Lullaby Allen

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I stood behind the counter watching everyone in the diner eat their food. The old man, Stan, was drinking his black coffee by his usual seat by the window; the single dad and his daughter were taking 30 minutes like always trying to decide what to eat; the newly-weds were eating their breakfast without even looking at each other. No one in this town looks at each other. Sometimes I don’t think they’re people. They seem more like black shadows tied here and to their daily habits for reasons unbeknownst to me. The chime of the of the bell pull...

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“This is America” by Adrienne Bree Bae

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Before, I was proud to say I was an American. I stood up strong in front of others, both my feet planted into the floor, and I looked around, embracing my country. Now, I am embarrassed. It was a normal Sunday morning, the sounds of the church bells ringing mixed with the sound of traffic. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, slowly fading away as they got closer and closer to their destination. Remember, this was America. It was the busiest time in New York, making it hard to get to work because of tourists clutte...

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“The Manor of Their Youth ” by S S

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Ryan was an old man awaiting decay when he came upon the manor months ago, its windows shattered, bricks imploded in several areas and burnt in others. He found it strange that it was left undiscovered for however long it was, and was somehow curious of what chaos befell this rustic estate. Most of all, it felt distantly familiar. The moment he opened the double doors, a pink face stood in the middle of the unlit vestibule, beaming beneath a floral ceiling. When asked what a young girl was doing in a crumbled manor, she replied wit...

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Write a story about transformation.

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✍️ 172 stories

“wool of the ewe” by Malcolm M

“Split Second Transformation” by Tonya Eaves

“What is normal?” by Joyce Molineaux

“Awake” by Jesper Jee

“Losing love finding fate” by Peeker Jones

“The Killing of George” by Arthur Sheridan

“My Cherubic Onset!” by B Punija

“People Only Do What They Know” by Donald Conley

“The spring” by Soham Sekhar Patra

“PTSD” by Ash Katz

“The Death Transformation” by Lucy Matthes

“Bennu, Inc.” by Matthew McLean

“A Town called Nothing” by Lullaby Allen

“This is America” by Adrienne Bree Bae

“The Manor of Their Youth ” by S S

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Write a story about the relationship between a parent and a child that spans several years.

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Write a story about an average day turned upside down by an unexpected visitor.

Write a story about an unlikely friendship.

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