Write a story that ends by circling back to the beginning.

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“Guessing Why” by Sridhar Devar

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Krittaani took out the box of match, lit one and brought the flame near the edge of the poster and set alight to the 5 feet poster.The light on the match died out.The Poster Burned.-----------------It was dark under the bridge, it was dark even during the day, there was something about the darkness there, it had a life, it had the ability to sneak up behind one and wrap itself around their head."Hey kid, you have a name for you?" A sharp, dry and heavy voice came from behind."I don't wanna give my name." Krittaani hoped she said it right. Th...

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“The Writing Shed ” by Elaina Goodnough

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Keltie sat on a rock overlooking the swirling, crashing cerulean sea. It twisted as if in a tempest, yet just the day before it was mollified cyan. She knew the cause of this, yet she would dispose of it to no one. Her almost red, not quite blonde, and nowhere near orange hair blew in the wind, it rippled as if it was a wave itself, and moved as if it was a body in itself. Her eyes were closed, but if she decided to exhibit them you would spot blue with a greenish hue. Suddenly, with a start, the sky portrayed its evening gown. Blue turned ...

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“The Ageing of Seasons” by Angie M

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It was the most soulful spring Matt had witnessed in a long time. Wildflowers crept up from the wily cracks in the sun-baked cement; cornflowers were etched across the graveyard like buttons on a Christmas sweater.Matt was gazing down at the scraped earth in front of him – strewn with yellow roses, magnolia ribbons and ten-cent ‘In-loving-memory’ cards. The granite headstone gazed back at him. A voice broke his trance; for a moment he thought it was the cornflowers speaking.“Hi,” she said, “It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”Matt looked to his ...

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“Xosé” by Kathleen March

Submitted to Contest #42

The little man stood at the intersection of the Praza do Toural and Rúa Nova. A lot of people walked through there, every day, at all hours of the day. It was one of his favorite spots to stand and peddle his wares. Not that he had much in the way of wares, but they were what he had and he needed to peddle them if he wanted to eat.The man wasn’t too dirty, but he was definitely the definition of scruffy. His pants were wrinkled, his shirt collar didn’t lie as it should, his cardigan had a snag or two in very visible spaces. He wore a wool ca...

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“Blue” by ℤ ℍ☮️

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The mother was a slender freckled lady, with arms like swaying branches, but something about her shined through her dotted face, her pale lips and big purplish-gray eyes. It made her pretty, in a way.The father had deep-set eyes and a face showing creases of experience. His sad eyes looked tragic under the glow of an inscrutable sailor's moon, but sincere in front of a glimmering April sun. His hair was neat and fuzzy, dark as a starless night.Blue. Sometimes it'll be a jolly periwinkle but most of the time it'll be a worn navy. It's a colou...

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“Just Perfect” by Estelle Westley

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As far back as I can remember, Grandma Bailie never wasted anything.I loved her with all my heart and spent every moment I possible could with her because she had so many beautiful stories to tell.She lived with everything in abundance as a young girl but her parents made her account for every penny spent and every moment lived. Their thinking was that just because you were privileged did not mean you were allowed to be wasteful."Time and money should not be wasted Emma!' was a phrased used often in their household.Then just before the...

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“Liberatus the Libertine” by Naomie K

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Liber was stuck. He didn’t know what to do. The last time he and Bosco had spoken, Bosco had told him off. He had never seen his friend so disappointed in him. Bosco had read him the riot act and walked out. He had made it clear that if Liber didn’t clean up his act, he shouldn’t bother contacting him.This had hurt more than any other friendship Liberatus had ever lost. In fact, Liberatus was yet to love a woman as much as he loved and cared for his friend Bosco who was like a brother to him. He had always been there for him. Liberatus could...

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“Broken But Brave!!” by Dhyani Patel

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Many times, life brings us to a situation where we have been before. All that is happening has already happened before, and the seeds of what will happen in the future are sown today.“Enough, Anamika!! Just leave me alone…”, a voice pierced the walls of the bedroom.“What happened, Rudra?”, a sobbing voice asked.“I’ve already told you a million times…I don’t want you. I hate you!”“What have I even done?”“Exactly!! You have not done anything for me…It was just me always who cared; who cared for ‘you and I’ to be damn ‘we’!! You know why? Becau...

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“Alone” by Anuj Bohra

Submitted to Contest #42

I am standing with a kitchen knife in my hand, which is all red with blood. I have committed a serious crime. Of murder. I don't know how I got to this point, how I lost control over myself. I am numb right now. Trying to feel my fingers, trying to feel the handle of the knife, just so that I can confirm it's a dream. I want it to be a dream. And to break my hopes, I listen to a loud honk. It came from the street, probably of a bike. But it was loud enough to break me out from the numbness. The knife was in my hand. And now, I can reme...

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“And It Goes Like This” by Sprite Akuma

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Exploring my grandmother’s flower garden is my favorite thing to do. Every day I run down the not-so-steep hill from my house to her house, say hello to my grandfather who is sleeping on the creaky porch swing, then hop into the garden. Grandmother says I have to be careful not to trample the flowers, so I follow the path of pretty painted stepping stones. Each one pictures a different kind of flower; my grandmother says she wishes she had the creative talents to make them. Instead, my mother made them for her. My mother is an artist. My r...

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“Man on a Cliff” by Alexana Carter

Submitted to Contest #42

A lone man stands at the edge of the cliff, rocks descending for hundreds of feet below. Water laps against the stone at the bottom, eating away at years of compressed minerals. The sky stays overcast with marshmallow clouds; the green hills and grey, rocky cliffs stretched for miles. The man wore a beige cotton button-up tucked into khaki pants with suspenders over his shoulders and worn brown loafers. A Sunday evening, the church let out.His skin showed signs of age and hard work; tanned from a life in the sun...

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“Apocalypse ” by Olivia Osen

Submitted to Contest #42

I huddle against the wall with the rest of the town as we feel the vibrations of the explosions coming from above us. I turn my head toward the crowd around me and feel my heart throb. A tear slips down my face, and I’m astonished to find that my usually composed persona is faltering. How did our safe, little town get into the position of facing the end of humanity? I was making a peach upside-down cake in the kitchen of my cozy, traditional home. I whipped the egg whites and was continually fretting about the board members I was going to fa...

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“Mind Your Business” by Chrystal Li

Submitted to Contest #42

I sat on Bus 291 where I saw her for the first time, in the exact seat I had met her in. Her hair was as warm and golden as the sunlight although you could tell she had just colored it not long ago. I saw that her eyes were like a woeful river as tears flowed down her face. As she sat next to me, her face was still red and puffy from relentless rubbing, but I could make out distinct bruises under her eyes. I reached into my gym bag and handed her a fresh towel."I swear it's clean." I offered it to her to wipe her face and she looked up at me...

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“The Future” by Jessica Tomaselli

Submitted to Contest #42

It was a still, hot day in early June when I was finally going to meet my niece. I had driven three hours and so would my sister and her family to meet in this park for the opportunity to see their baby for the first time. My niece is almost six months old and I still haven’t met her. She was born in January before the world went insane. At the time there didn’t seem to be a huge rush and then everything shut down. So now here I am almost 6 months later standing in a wide open patch of green in the middle of nowhere waiting to meet her for t...

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“A view of life from an AI lumberjack's perspective” by Keith Helikos

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Have you ever thought about what does the day looks like for a non-playable character of the game and how do things revolve around them? -----(As soon as the loading game screen was finished. The game quickly went back to where it was left off by the player.)Game system: "Welcome back, Aeon! Resume quest?"Player: Yes *click*The game started with a momentary cutscene featuring one of the villagers who is asking for help from an adventurer to heal their land that was plagued for months by an unknown source. After a few dialogues, the game shif...

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Write a story that ends by circling back to the beginning.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 214 stories

“Guessing Why” by Sridhar Devar

“The Writing Shed ” by Elaina Goodnough

“The Ageing of Seasons” by Angie M

“Xosé” by Kathleen March

“Blue” by ℤ ℍ☮️

“Just Perfect” by Estelle Westley

“Liberatus the Libertine” by Naomie K

“Broken But Brave!!” by Dhyani Patel

“Alone” by Anuj Bohra

“And It Goes Like This” by Sprite Akuma

“Man on a Cliff” by Alexana Carter

“Apocalypse ” by Olivia Osen

“Mind Your Business” by Chrystal Li

“The Future” by Jessica Tomaselli

“A view of life from an AI lumberjack's perspective” by Keith Helikos

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