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Write a story about somebody in love with someone from their past.

Posted in Romance on Mar 11, 2022

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“The Garridan” by Melissa Woods

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“You okay?” She nodded, trying to smile. “Fine,” she panted. He raised an eyebrow at her and frowned. He held the expression long enough for her to see his doubt, then turned his attention to the object on her palm. “That’s it?” Kennen asked, his mocha eyes narrowed. Seated beside him on the couch, Cali held a single gravel in her hand. With its rough, off-white facade, it could have come from anywhere. The hard line of his mouth said Kennen thought the same. “It’s supposed to look like this,” she said, dragging air into her lungs. She was s...

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“My I Love You's” by Kylie Sammons

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Kylie M. Sammons 3/15/2022 4:40 PM When I got the call it felt like I had thrown myself off of a bridge into icy cold water. Like my insides had been crushed as he once crushed my soul, and as if I was sinking into a realm of nothingness, my life without him. The voice of a sweet mother who once cradled the boy in her arms slipped out the one syllable of “dead”, and I felt our hearts decaying together. I was teaching innocents, bright-eyed children who I could only wish never to have grief and loss swallow them whole, as mine did. I know ...

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“I am she. ” by Rebecca Nolan

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2011 -  She was in love with the way he held her, with the way his light brown hands wrapped around her small waist. The waist that had been squeezed too tight by the man before.  She was in love with how soft his eyes were, how gentle his hands felt, and how comforting his smile made her. She was in love with every inch of him - the way the tips of his tight mahogany curls were slightly dyed brighter blonde from the sun; the way a few flakes from his hair products would be sprinkled towards the roots of his head. The way his fac...

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“The Mirror” by Michael Isaac

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She looked in the mirror that extended from her hand, a past ripened fruit on a gnarled, knotted branch. Those eyes were once dark olive ovals, lips would press like deep red petals.It was summertime in a park, where children played and giggled and cried. She sat on the bench in the shade of a great oak. The smell of hotdogs wafted over from the stand a few feet away. A greasy man with greasy hands yelled out “Two for a dollah.” A happy couple passed and gave him a dollar.She sat with her hands on her lap, as the sun shone off her dress, foa...

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“Silent Masterpieces ” by Grace R

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My favourite photograph of myself is not the one that you might think. It’s not the one that a drunk photographer had taken of me just after I had sold Katherine for over five hundred thousand dollars, the picture dizzy and filled with sudden, fantastical movement, me grinning in a suit, hair dishevelled and eyes fanatic with the accomplishment. I felt like a Roman Emperor, a true Caesar on my throne of marble and blood. My mother has that photo framed and hung in her dining room, and not a dinner party goes by where she doesn’t nod at it wi...

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“Finding Love” by Sephora Hovington

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Messy raven black hair. Sky blue eyes. A smile that brightens your spirit like fireflies on a summer night. If only… but that was two years ago. Why was I still thinking of him? He’s probably forgotten all about me… “Lily.” But what if he hasn’t? “Lily!” I snapped out of my reverie. “Huh? Oh sorry, I’m listening.”  I was thinking of Vincent again. I slowly come back to the present and review the situation. I was meeting a suitor, something that had become a much more often occurrence since my eighteenth birthday. I am the only daught...

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“Regina” by George Young

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“Hey, wanna dance?”            “Sure.” The pretty brunette winked at him. He tripped on his way to the dance floor.            Sterling High School’s five year reunion for the class of ’75 and the band finally threw a slow dance out for anyone brave enough to dance with anyone else they had not seen in half a decade.            George Young, fledgling freelance film coordinator i...

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“My First Love” by Deb Broughton

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   The tears streamed down my face, leaving tracks as I quickly packed my things.  I hadn’t been here long, there wasn’t much.  My heart lamented silently, “I’m not good enough.”  My head wondered, “Would I ever be good enough?  Would anyone ever love me?”       I closed and locked the door.  He would come home from work and I would be gone.  My first love, my first heartbreak, and oh how it hurt.  We hadn’t known each other long, were friends a couple of years, and were h...

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“The wonder of Einstein” by Tina Morganella

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The Wonder of Einstein In the Museum of the History of Science, Charlie and Lucy both peered at a small rectangle of blackboard placed high up on the wall. On it was a scrap of maths. The theory of relativity. Incomprehensible to those with no numerical sensibilities. But Einstein, Albert Einstein, had held a piece of chalk, stood in front of the blackboard, and scribbled those symbols during a lecture in 1931, and someone wisely thought, ‘I might just keep that’, and whisked it away for safe keeping.   Charlie, a quantum phys...

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“Regrets” by Jacob Herndon

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“Do you have any regrets?” I glanced away from the TV and down at Abigail, who was currently wrapped around my body. She was staring at me intently, tracing her finger along my chest and making obscure shapes. Memories came rushing to the forefront of my thoughts, but I shook them away. “Nope. None I can think of.” She smiled and rolled her eyes before pulling herself on top of me, and spoke with a flirtatious tone, “Not one?” I stared at her and the memories that had come before returned and I let them play. It was a thousand miles away, y...

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“Is It Really Never Too Late?” by Ron Merkin

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Is It Really Never Too Late? By Ron Merkin Sexual attraction was out of the question. She was old enough to be his grandmother. But at some point during his fourth or fifth singing lesson a lump formed in Mike’s throat. Struggling by the seventh week to convince himself that the impulse he felt couldn't be romantic- it must only be fondness, admiration, even gratitude for the progress her lessons were bringing him - the need to unburden himself while running through vocal exercises and tackling operatic arias became so intense that the ...

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“Return of a Lost Love” by Angel Vargas

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You didn’t expect the return of a lost love. Not on an ordinary day like this one. The day starts off for you like any other. You open your heavy, burning eyes, trundle out of bed, shower and have your morning coffee without much fanfare. You don your clothes like battle armor, utter a tired goodbye to your adoring spouse, and you rush out into the world wondering, as always, if the rat race is worth winning. On the surface, your life seems ordinary. Your job is nothing to write home about. You and your life partner have been toget...

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“The Last Dance” by Annette Bay

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The man stood alone on the balcony in the darkness and gazed broodingly at the moonlit ocean. Every year, on this day, he reflected on a specific event from his past. He was a man who had lived most of his life outside the law. He had managed to succeed and thrive in his chosen line of work and he was a man well respected by his business associates and employees. With his business, he had had to make difficult choices, many with unpleasant consequences. Those choices did not tend to bother him and he rarely gave them a thought. There w...

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“First love is always the last” by Ali LOUFOUMA

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...Johannesburg 66th day of summer "Don't let me fall" "Don't let me crash" "I never thought you would leave me alone" "Don't let me fall" "Don't let me crash" "Don't let me die" Quite a country melody that I love! But for this summer exceptionally, it has been playing on a loop in my room. As you can guess from the lyrics... Yes! My heart has been broken now for over 66 days 06 min 41 seconds, to be exact. Are you curious to know by whom? Aaah Yeah! You were thinking it's probably a woman. Of course it's her! I introduce...

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“Scene From a Mustard Stetson Hat” by Devon Demille

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I had reached my hand into the battered, dried up mustard stetson hat that day. A hat so old and so enshrined in mystique, I wouldn't have been surprised to have found it was the very one Cab Calloway mentioned when he sang Saint James Infirmary. I had been the last one to draw that class period. My scene partner was Margaret. I wondered why she never went by Maggie or Greta or something like that. Something more modern, but I never knew. I didn't mind too much because hearing the name Margaret roll off my tongue made every word after that ...

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