Write a story about transformation.

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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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“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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“The Motion of Forgetting” by Rachel Harris

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Our assembly was always one of laughter and togetherness. We are the type of family that faced every challenge together. When my father died, that day, everything went silent. The laughter stopped, my sister withdrew, I became the matriarch. As my mother moved in with me, I could feel her confusion but I couldn't always see it. Trauma has a way of igniting more problems and chaos.I didn't cry when my husband left, it was a relief, though sad to say. Sometimes, emotional abuse makes you numb, in my case, it allowed me to push forward with all...

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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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“Late Night Call” by Angela Sansone

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A late night call left me awake and unnerved. I almost feel myself shaking as I hang up. She did it to me again. My mind is racing and my self-worth plummeting. I need to find a way to relax since I don't want to start my day at 1 a.m. without having gotten any real sleep.I turn my phone to silent and put it facedown on my nightstand, watching as the light goes out. With that distraction gone, I sink down into my bed and close my eyes. Words from that phone call plague my thoughts, echoing in my ears: "Sorry." "Late." "Next time." ...

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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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“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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“Love People” by Laura Robertson

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Love Peopleby Laura Robertson It was moving day. Sharon was ready. She had all her toys in boxes. The clothes from her chest of drawers were packed. Everyt...

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“Feelings are real” by Ammar Khawaja

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I must be dreaming. This can’t be real. My whole life I have been seeing…things. I have been feeling…things.I say ‘things’ because that’s the only way I can describe them. Things like what I’m seeing and feeling right now. Things that feel real but don’t make sense. To make matters worse I’m the only one seeing these things and I don’t know why. I have prayed and I have asked all the Gods of different beliefs but nothing and no one seems to know what’s happening. Everything in my life was planned out for me. I was to go tochurch s...

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“beauty can be something” by Becky Oh

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They call me ugly. They call me gross and sometimes, it hurts like someone just slapped you one the cheek really hard. I've heard it many times, these past few months, after I transformed into a new high school. Students on the hallways gawk at my face and take some photos silently. Some students just narrow their eyes to see closer to what I look like, their faces coming to me like a blur of air.Sudden sounds ringed in my ears, my mind telling me warning-alert, the heel of her shoes annoyingly clicking, and I can't do anything but look down...

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“Floater or Die” by Max Scamander

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Floater or die: If I wrote this, that means I’m aware, so the floater in my eye gets heaven“And there’s no other choice?” I put both hands on my chin, bemused. “It’s either reincarnate or die?”A laugh like tinkling glass answered me. “Arthur, you had a good life, and you’ve always wanted a pet rock-with this reincarnation now you might get your chance.”“Well, yeah, but I never thought I’d be the rock.” I paused for a second. Looked at God. Then, “I won’t be a rock, though, right? You said I’d be a floater in someone’s eye?”“Yes Arthur. Float...

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“Out of the blue” by M.Zubair Alam

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Zack is walking down the road. Going back toward his dorm where no one is waiting for him. Half his shirt tucked in and other half hanging from the front. A burger in one hand and the phone in another. His full focus is on the phone, texting. It was a terrible day at college. Even his appearance is telling a kind of worn out story. Wild and unkempt hair due to mindless itching, the tie dangling between the legs with the knot almost an inch or two above the be...

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“A New Birth” by Carol Keefer

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"A New Birth"By Carol Ann Keefer The Inn was busy as the villagers filtered throughout the room, Isabelle, with her basket, stopped by every table hoping to sell at least one or two apples. Betsy, the bar maiden shooed her away from the patrons so that they were not bothered by this waif, ignored, Isabelle stumbles pass a group of unsavory characters, one catches her just before, Isab...

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“The Giraffe of San Francisco” by Esther Andrews

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With a shiver, I tugged on the collar of my thick wool coat to pull it up higher and button it tighter around my neck to stave off the cool early morning fog and harsh wind coming off the bay. From a few blocks away, I could hear the charming ding of a cable car bell. Quintessential San Francisco. Freezing cold and windy all year long, but there’s nothing like the sound of those bells to help you romanticize your intense suffering at the hands of Mother Nature. I sighed and carried on.Struggling to keep my body upright while carefully toddli...

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Write a story about transformation.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 172 stories

“PTSD” by Ash Katz

“The Death Transformation” by Lucy Matthes

“The Manor of Their Youth ” by S S

“The Motion of Forgetting” by Rachel Harris

“A Town called Nothing” by Lullaby Allen

“Late Night Call” by Angela Sansone

“The spring” by Soham Sekhar Patra

“Bennu, Inc.” by Matthew McLean

“Love People” by Laura Robertson

“Feelings are real” by Ammar Khawaja

“beauty can be something” by Becky Oh

“Floater or Die” by Max Scamander

“Out of the blue” by M.Zubair Alam

“A New Birth” by Carol Keefer

“The Giraffe of San Francisco” by Esther Andrews

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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 unlikely friendship.

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