Write a story about a teenager whose family is moving.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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“California Dreaming” by Kathleen Fine

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Miriam sets her suitcase on her twin bed and carefully begins to place her folded clothes inside, taking her time. Her pink bedspread and sheets are already packed up in a cardboard box across her room. She only has a few more hours left in this bedroom and she’s trying to savor the last moments she has in it. Miriam has conflicted feelings about moving. This has been her home for the past 14 years since she was born. When Miriam hears songs about California on the radio, she hears people sing about beaches, palm trees, and sun-kissed s...

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“Goodbye to the Monster Under the Bed. ” by Emerald Lace

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There is a monster under my bed. And I know… I know what you are thinking. That I am crazy, but it’s the truth. I met the monster, who calls himself Greg, although I have doubts that’s his real name, when I was only three years old. I’d accidentally left my foot over the side of the bed and Bam… Hello Greg. Initially he’d tried to scare me, because either it’s his job or his enjoyment, but when he realized he wouldn’t frighten me, we became fast friends. I’d stay up at night to play Jacks or a monster game called Quartei, which I hat...

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“Hallowed Sound” by Thom With An H

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Nate remembered one thing vividly about his first day there—it was quiet, too quiet for a teenager. Go a mile in any direction and there was hustle and bustle, but not here. Here the quiet was loud and that was unnerving. It was more than just the silence though. There was something else. Nate just wasn’t sure what it was. It might have been the gate, or the fence, or the fact that most of the neighbors were octogenarians. He couldn’t put his finger on why. He just knew he hated this new place. He, however, also knew he didn’t have a choice—...

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“Olivia” by Hen Neralany

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C/TW: Death.I hear them arguing outside my room.“Noah, PLEASE, we can’t leave him like this, we CAN’T be like this.”“Jade, look-Jade, just listen to me! Look at me! You are being emotional. You aren’t thinking rationally! We have a life here and-”“We HAD a life here, Noah, we HAD!”My mom lets out a wail. A loud and terrible sickly wail that grips at your heart and makes your hair stand on end.I sink my head in between my knees to drown everything out.Everything is dark and quiet, everywhere you look all you see is a black void.Just where I w...

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“Last Day of Summer” by Haley Kanewske

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What could that noise possibly be? As I fumbled around for my phone, I just kept hearing the same annoying thuds repeatedly. It was 4 a.m. who could possibly be up at this time. As I stumbled out of bed stubbing my toe along the way I saw a faint light coming from the neighbor's house down the street. Was that the Johnsons’ house? Was that a moving truck? To be completely honest their son Thomas, who was a year younger than me has always creeped me out. I can say I am definitely not sad to see him and his family go. Why the s...

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“Where I Am Going, You Cannot Follow” by Zack Powell

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Content warning: Homophobia My family is moving today, and they're not taking me with them. From the bottom of the staircase I watch them shuffle in and out of rooms, hear them opening cupboards and drawers and closets, double and triple checking. My mother moves with the passion of a triathlete, crossing items off her laundry list. When my father trudges down the stairs and bumps into me with a heavy cardboard box, I am the one to apologize. For being in the way, for taking up space, for driving them out of this place. They tell me they...

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“First Love” by Amanda Lieser

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Mia’s forehead was sore from where it hit the cool, glass pane of the window as her mother weaved through the single roadway up into the mountains. Their destination: Estes Park, Colorado. The bright, June sun cascaded into their car warming Mia from the black tank top she had donned for the occasion. Her thighs pinked up with every passing minute. She gazed at the rows and rows of evergreen trees with a forlorn expression. Her fingers moved rapidly in her lap and she counted the days, hours, minutes that she had left in these mountains.“Tak...

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“The Regular” by Jasmine Crafts

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My sister June and I can feel change coming the way some people can smell snow before it falls. When you’re about to leave a place, the electricity of impending change zaps around it. Things you never noticed before seem precious and things that you use every day have to prove themselves worthy of the space they’d take up in a box. We have moved 23 times in the 18 years since I came along. That is how Dad always says it, like I was just passing through and decided to stay. “Before you came along, Mom and I used to sleep between sand ...

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“Make the Desert Bloom” by Laila Emad Eldin

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Driving up the hill, Sooni nervously clenched the steering wheel, like it threatened to break free from the dashboard, fly away, and take with it all her newfound glamour. When she moved them ever so slightly, her palms left a humid imprint on the black leather. This was not the anxiety of a novice driver, Zein thought as she watched the sweat pearl down her best friend’s jugular. It was the unyielding worry of one whose good fortune is as fickle as it is new. Arrived at their destination, Sooni wiped her hands on the light wash of he...

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“On the Road Again” by Jeannette Miller

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“How about some Willie Nelson?” Christine’s dad asked while popping a cassette tape into the van’s radio. He had just picked her up from school and were heading back to the apartment where they stayed. She was relieved. It was the third school so far this year and she hadn’t really made any friends she thought were worth keeping. It hadn’t been a surprise either since she heard her father talking to someone on the phone about the heat last night. Guess I won’t need to study for tomorrow’s test after all, she thought. She didn’t have much to...

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“Snickerdoodles” by Sean Sorce

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'What the heck is wrong with my parents?' I thought to myself as I grabbed the last box from my bedroom. A bedroom I slept in for the past 14 years since I was a baby. Now it's going to have to be my former bedroom because I'm forced to go across the country with my parents. I honestly hate moving even though this is our first time doing so. Or at least my first time. Sure I've helped out friends and family members move in, move out but every single time I just hate it. I mean don't get me wrong, I love helping out but it's such a pa...

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“The Boy Next Door” by Kathy Whipple

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Todd was literally the boy next door. But he was even closer than that. Our naval base housed us in a duplex, and Todd and I shared a common bedroom wall. Sometimes late at night while lying in my bed, reading with a flashlight under the covers, his music snuck into my room, the pulse of the bass guitar vibrating on my shoulders. If Todd knocked quietly three times, I knocked back. Then he giggled. The Botts, Todd and his parents, already occupied the two-bedroom side of the attached house when our family of eight moved into the four-bedroo...

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“The Alfalfa Men” by Della Killeen

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She was kneeling, repairing the damage to the front flower beds when she saw the first one. He was on the far side of the field, to the east of the house, up against the hedge. He was walking slowly across the field, arms straight down by his sides. He was wearing a red cap, but she couldn’t make out much more about him. One of Bill’s crew, no doubt. Bill owned the land that surrounded their house. It had once belonged to them, a small farm where they raised chickens and goats. They sold eggs and goat milk, made cheese and hand lotion and so...

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“The Fourth Realm of Heaven Without You” by Talulah Pellon

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My father is a devote Buddhist, and my mother is more of an agnostic spiritualist, and though they have very different ideas about the nature of God, they got together because of their shared beliefs about economics. Mainly the belief that capitalism leads to the inevitable suffering of the majority. Ever since they married twenty years ago, they’ve known that they would eventually leave the planet to settle on a colony world with a different economic system. I’ve known it too.Since the day I was born, my parents have been trying to prepare ...

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“Oasis” by Wake Lloire

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The plush dinosaur sat on Kara’s bed, looking at her with a stern gaze. It’s velvet exterior a little worse for wear. Its one eye slightly scratched where her dog had gotten ahold of it when the pup was in her teething phase. The wire in its wings no longer holding them up. Kara had gotten the pterodactyl (or was it a pterosaur?) when she was six. Her grandmother had given her the bright magenta (or was it purple?) stuffed creature because she had been obsessed with dinosaurs, “like standing up at the children’s museum to correct the facil...

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Write a story about a teenager whose family is moving.

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✍️ 46 stories

“California Dreaming” by Kathleen Fine

“Goodbye to the Monster Under the Bed. ” by Emerald Lace

“Hallowed Sound” by Thom With An H

“Olivia” by Hen Neralany

“Last Day of Summer” by Haley Kanewske

“Where I Am Going, You Cannot Follow” by Zack Powell

“First Love” by Amanda Lieser

“The Regular” by Jasmine Crafts

“Make the Desert Bloom” by Laila Emad Eldin

“On the Road Again” by Jeannette Miller

“Snickerdoodles” by Sean Sorce

“The Boy Next Door” by Kathy Whipple

“The Alfalfa Men” by Della Killeen

“The Fourth Realm of Heaven Without You” by Talulah Pellon

“Oasis” by Wake Lloire

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Start your story with a character saying “Are you there, God? It’s me…”

Write a story where a character is exploring their religious or spiritual identity.

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End your story with a character saying “Thank you, God. Thanks an awful lot.” (sarcastically or not).

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