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“Confessions” by Gary R. Beebe Jr.

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The antagonistic conversation began at first sight Sunday morning. The guilt I felt must have been seeping from my pores filling the room with the distinct aroma of shame. She sensed it immediately and pounced on the opportunity. The long knives made an appearance and prepared to carve into my soul. Call it a woman’s intuition; call it whatever you like, but she knew. The line of questioning always started the same way, with her trying to catch me in a lie. As if that made what I did any worse. As if I were to tell the truth, the outcome of...

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“Seeking Absolution” by DJ Grohs

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“You going to meetings? Following the steps?” My parole officer glares at me over the top of his black-rimmed reading glasses. Jack Conrod sits behind a messy wooden desk that takes up most of the space in the small office. He’s aged since the first time I met him, the first time I got out. Now I’m back, and let’s just say he’s not happy to see me. “Yeah, man, I’m going to the meetings. Fifth Street Church.” “And the steps?” Jack insists; he lets nothing slide. I shift in my chair, wipe sweating palms down the legs of my worn jeans. “I’m k...

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“Forgive Me, Dearest Me ” by Morgan McIntosh

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Forgive me, dear big toe. It was never my intention to stub you on the sharp-edged corner of my mother's Acadian wood bed frame. It's alright, to feel pain is to feel anything at all. Forgive me, dear pinky toe. It was never my intention to split your keratin-laced nail on the camoflauged stone at Sandy Beach. It's alright, I will submerge my nub into a hundred more salty, tepid seashores, forging temporary burrows beneath the granulated earth. Forgive me, dear ankle. It was never my intention to friction such a vile strew of blisters alon...

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“Undoing” by Chelsea Camfield

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Norah had worked every minute of every day for the last two decades to get as far as possible from the events of June 19, 2029. Now she desperately needed to return to that day. In her heyday Norah had been a brilliant scientist, starting her work in immunology and eventually making her way to quantum physics and the problem of time. In the end Norah succeeded in figuring out how to extend the life of humans by adjusting the way time worked on their bodies. In the initial phases of her research and development Norah saw many lifesaving appli...

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“Creator” by Kit Davidsen

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Words have power. I’ve realized that now. In my comfort, I’ve had ample time to think and reflect, and that is the conclusion I’ve reached. Not only to influence the hearts of others, but also to influence the worlds around us. When I was young and naïve, I put pen to paper creating tales beyond the imagination of others. Knights slaying dragons, explorers finding new lands, the joys of finding love, all these and more I would write by the fire. These were places for me where I could be happy, unburdened by cold reality. And I wasn’t alone. ...

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“Forgiven” by PJ Addison

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Sasha sat on the park bench alone. It was early morning, and the brisk air brought a chill to her soul. She couldn’t believe that she was here, sitting on the park bench, cold, alone and penniless. It didn’t seem real. She felt like she was living someone else’s life. “Wow, you have a beautiful voice. Listening to you sing, I felt I could walk right into heaven.” The gentleman said.Sasha dropped her head and pushed her hair behind her ears. “Thank you.” She said shyly.“Oh, please don’t drop your head. Not only do you have a lovely voice, but...

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“What Happened?” by Parker Benton

Submitted to Contest #268

Bianca sat in front of her Parents grave not entirely sure what to say. Should she beg for forgiveness or stand tall as if she were superior. It was confusing, she was in the right, she knew that, but that didn’t mean she wanted them to die. Her parents had hurt so many people, killing even more. But did they deserve to die? Sure, she wasn’t the one to pull the trigger but she was the reason they were in the jail in the first place. Maybe if she had never chosen to be a vigilante she wouldn’t have found out, maybe someone else could ha...

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“What I Deserve” by Anthea Deavey

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I woke up around 8 am that morning. The first thing I did was make myself a cup of coffee. I would need the caffeine to face my plans for the day. After finishing my cup I jumped in the shower to rinse off. When I got out I put on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I grabbed my phone, keys, and wallet and headed to the nearest bus stop. As soon as I got near Agnes’ apartment I got off the bus and started walking to her place. This was it. I knocked on her door, fidgeting with my hands while I waited for her to answer. “I am sorry, Agnes.” ...

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“YOU WILL NEED TO DECIDE” by Unknown User

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YOU WILL NEED TO DECIDE My husband is hanging onto life only because he is connected to a machine that is breathing for him. I don’t know how long they, the medical persons who supposedly know much more than I do, are going to allow the machine to perform its function of keeping my husband alive before they make me decide what step I want to take next. It’s not really a question of something I want. It is something I have to do, like it or not. &nbsp...

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“Redemption” by Charles Houston

Submitted to Contest #268

I got away with murder. Well, not actual murder but I had bad thoughts since early childhood. Fratricide, for starters. I was three when my youngest brother was born. That meant I’d get less of my parents’ affection so I picked up a hammer and headed for his crib with evil intent.Mother grabbed me as I was climbing into the crib, weapon in my hand.Three or four years later I broke into my middle brother’s grammar school classroom and trashed it. No one ever knew this – until now. Nor did anyone know that I would steal coins from the Coke mac...

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“My first Confession led me to the Cathedral of Saint James ...” by David Lewy

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The sun scorched the cobblestone streets of Santiago de Compostela as I passed the “Fonte dos Cabalos,” where the stone horses sprayed their delicate arcs of water into the blistering air. It offered little respite from the heat, but I did not move, my eyes drawn to the towering presence of the Cathedral of Saint James. I couldn’t loose the feeling that something was calling me inside, beyond just the promise of shade. There was a pull, something deeper, urging me forward. Tourists milled about in excited murmurs, their voices blending into ...

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“Truce” by Howard Englander

Submitted to Contest #268

CW: This story contains themes of discrimination and racism, including the use of racial slurs and derogatory language reflective of the period in which the story takes place.Truce“Hello. Ronnie Burns, please.”The awkward silence on the other end of the line spoke to the misgivings Henry felt as he dialed the lone “Burns, R.” in the Cleveland White Pages directory. He pictured the gruff-voiced man who answered his call with a snorted “Yo,” holding the receiver at arm’s length, wary of the unidentified white guy’s voice.“My name is...

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“Making Peace” by Amanda Bhaer

Submitted to Contest #268

“She’s on the third floor, dear, third room on the left” the portly nurse said with a smile, “she’s never had many visitors over the years. I'm glad to see that someone came, if only to say goodbye. Just sign in here, take a visitor sticker and you’ll be good to go.” “Thank you,” the middle-aged blonde whispered as she shifted the purse on her shoulder, signed her name, and took a Sharpie to write on the sticker. “Este is a pretty name,” the nurse grinned, “I have a granddaughter on the way, and my son claims to have no ideas for a gir...

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“Blank Slate ” by Eoin Treanor

Submitted to Contest #268

“Bless me Father for I have sinned,” said the boy. “This is my first confession.”There was a brief pause, during which the boy wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and stole a glance at the screen to his right, though he could not see the priest on the other side, and realized with a pang of despair that he had left the sheet Ms Waters had given him with the words on it on the bus. He shut his eyes and tried to run through the sequence of lines as when they had to recite poems in class, but the prosaic terrain lacked the steadiness of vers...

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“The Voicemail Box Is Full. ” by Celiany Martez

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*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep. “Hey baby… please call me when you can, I really want to talk.” The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep. “Hey it’s been two days and I’ve been texting you non-stop could you please pick up?” The person you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep. “Cynthia I- listen, I’m sorry ok? Can you please text me?” The person you are trying to reach is unavailab...

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Write a story about someone seeking forgiveness for their past actions.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 93 stories

“Confessions” by Gary R. Beebe Jr.

“Seeking Absolution” by DJ Grohs

“Forgive Me, Dearest Me ” by Morgan McIntosh

“Undoing” by Chelsea Camfield

“Creator” by Kit Davidsen

“Forgiven” by PJ Addison

“What Happened?” by Parker Benton

“What I Deserve” by Anthea Deavey

“YOU WILL NEED TO DECIDE” by Unknown User

“Redemption” by Charles Houston

“My first Confession led me to the Cathedral of Saint James ...” by David Lewy

“Truce” by Howard Englander

“Making Peace” by Amanda Bhaer

“Blank Slate ” by Eoin Treanor

“The Voicemail Box Is Full. ” by Celiany Martez

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Center your story around a character’s attempt to escape a bad situation that inadvertently leads them back to the source of their problems.

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