Write a story about a teenager whose family is moving.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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“Bags and Black Mould” by Leah Reynolds

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Shelley knew to keep quiet; years of conditioning will do that to a person. There was little to take- there never was, when you rarely even feel like a guest at a new address you learn not to burden the space with stuff. “Shelley, are you packing?” the question didn’t need to be asked but her Mother was in full panic mode. Time was always of the essence when they were moving. “Yes, nearly finished, Mum” but as the last syllables left her lips, she immediately regretted them. Thoughtless, thoughtless Shelley. Shaking her head, she k...

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“These Wandering Dreams” by Elliot Altin

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Content warnings: implied xenophobia, implied Islamophobia, descriptions of blood/minor injury. Ayla found the egg buried in her sock-drawer. It was a small and rounded thing, with a smooth shell of emerald-green. Likely made of some sort of marble, if she had to guess, but the egg itself wasn’t heavy. It felt light as fog and fit easily in the palm of her hand. Glistening, milky pearls dotted the surface of the egg, arranged in neatly spaced-out circles that wound around it. “Ayla?” her mom, Jessica, poked her head into the roo...

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“David” by Holland Wells

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Saying goodbye is never easy. It brings a sadness in each one of us that runs deep in our soul that can only be comforted with time. It was the late 1970's in Los Angeles California when I had to say goodbye to a friend named David. It would be the first upset of many in my life.David was a thirteen year old teenage boy who lived next door to me. He was into scientific stuff and had gotten a chemistry set for Christmas one year. He would always show me slides of bugs and things through his microscope and even showed me a slide of blood once....

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“Embroidered in blood” by Lilla Toth

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NowShe was able to wash most of the blood off when she heard the door bell. She peeked outside behind from the curtain. Great, she thought, never better timing. Mrs. Potts, the sheriff’s wife, her next door neighbour was standing at the door. She threw the rubber gloves and the apron into the sink, and ran to the mirror at the hallway. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and straightened her floral blouse at the waistline.“Mrs. Potts, hi! What can I do for you?” she stood in a wide stance with the arms folded on her chest. “Can I come ...

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“Basta! A New Beginning ” by Toni-Ann Daly

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The boat swayed back and forth as it pulled into the harbor. It would have felt like a peaceful rocking, but nothing about Louie felt at peace, and no movement of a boat – no matter how peaceful – could change that. While most of the boat, and even his cabin mates, were likely on deck, watching their arrival to this new county, this new place, Louie sat on his top bunk, in the cramped, dark, and smelly cabin, and thought back over the last month of his life. The choices that he made four weeks ago had led him here – on a boat, to a strang...

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“The worst part of all” by Tony Hunter

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(Note: This story contains adult language.) My mother was packing things into boxes like they were trauma waiting to be sent deep into her subconscious mind—If only it were that easy. “Does she really need to be here for this?" I snarled at my dad, while looking at Miss Levy. "Don’t make things more difficult than they need to be Rachel," Dad replied. I hated that she clinched my dad’s hand after he protected her like that. Maybe she wouldn’t be so safe if he wasn’t standing between us. I rolled my eyes and conti...

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“The Beacon” by Philip Dmitriev

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Today In this place, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks always combined so beautifully with the words we'd managed to say to each other all this time. We liked to sit on an old log by the cliff, against the backdrop of an abandoned and unsightly beacon. Someday this place will grow grass and we will be gone, but today our laughter, our passionate conversations, and our revelations bring joy to this lonely beacon every night. "What's that cut on your arm? Did you have it ye...

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“Boxes” by Rob Walton

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Boxes. Bubble-wrap. Tape. It's moving day for my family, a stressful transition many people don't ever have to experience. Doing it amidst a global pandemic is even worse. Fresh start, happy memories, different town, new friends. Why us? I watch my sister pack up her art collection--charcoals, sketchbooks, colored pencils, erasers. She is five years my junior and is distraught by the sudden uprooting. Her rage and sadness are prevalent in the way she shoves the treasures into her knapsack. She appraises our shared room with trepid...

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“On the Move” by Shelby Hayes

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“Jamie, why are your belongings still unpacked? The movers will be here in less than an hour!” Leanne yelled, slightly annoyed.Jamie sighed and said, “I’m tired of moving, Mom. I don’t want to start all over again. I like it here.”Leanne, just shy of 36 years old, was fit and naturally beautiful. A single mother to Jamie. She had her when she was just 19 in a small town in Iowa. The two of them were never in one place for long. Leanne was a police officer and it required her to relocate every two years - mostly when life was getting comforta...

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“Bug Splat ” by Karen Lethlean

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Bug Splat So boring. No one her age. Already run out of books. Less to do than being at home. Sandra felt her feet get heavy in loose beach sand as she tried to dispel inertia by taking a walk. ‘Get out and find something you enjoy. Nature is therapeutic you know.’ Why the hell did her mum think therapy was required? Strange how once upon a time she and her father wandered along these same beaches, christened these walks Morning Explorations and set the task of finding The Most Terrible Thing washed up overnight. Now Sandy stared out ...

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“Out of Eden” by Ambassador Rose

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Leaving Eden was like stepping back into the void of anyone’s making. Heavy mouth breathers hoarding island chimeras promised the world to people like Starling and her mother. Whether light or shadow, heaven or hell, nonetheless, there was no going back. Kansas City, Missouri had been a proverbial Eden prior to Starling’s father’s death. Every step forward was swallowed within the shadow of that former loss – from the ‘More Than You Know’ of her mother’s suitor, a reptile with a smooth pitchfork, to the ‘Greater Love’ Starling sought...

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“Georgia Blues” by Nia J. Rodriguez

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I forgot how much this sucked. I run my thumb over a worn wooden picture frame. Behind the glass, there's a picture of me with my two friends sitting together on a couch, laughing. Probably about something absolutely asinine. I look at the photo a moment longer before wrapping it in a spare shirt I plucked from the various clothing items scattered across my floor and shoving it unceremoniously into a nearby box. The first time this happened I didn't care much. Then again I was ten and every friend I had made was superficial and ...

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“Miss Incomplete” by Susan Wakefield

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Are you there, God? It’s me, Miss Incomplete, sitting alone in the shade of a weeping willow in your lush garden of crimson and marigolds, violets, hot pinks and bottlebrush. Even though we’ve never met I want you to know how much I’ve missed you. As I sit here I can only conjure a vague image of you wearing a long robe and sporting a shaggy beard while preaching the gospels of Timothy, John, Isaiah, Thomas and a few of your other friends from the New Testament. Man, what a story! I seriously could not put that one down! Amazon bestseller!It...

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“When I Leave You” by Rebecca Cowie

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"Mom got a new job, in Oakville." Those words replay in my head like a popular hit song on the radio, but it’s a song that I hate and I desperately want to change the channel. Only I can't change it this time; we're moving and there's nothing I can do about it. Honestly, there is something about moving to a new town and house that I’m excited about, not that I’d ever tell my parents that. No, it’s better they think I’m devastated about the move because I’m confident I can talk them into buying me a second-hand car to “explore” the new to...

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“City Me, Suburb Me” by Deborah Hogenmiller

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This is NOT how I planned to spend my summer! I didn’t want to move. I liked the city, and my friends, and my dog, Spotty. He was better known as the “neighborhood mutt” because we couldn’t keep him in the yard. He always managed to dig his way out under the fence and wander around everywhere. “I don’t want you going to high school here,” Mom said. “Kids are bringing knives to school and I don’t want you to get hurt.” I was in sixth grade and felt I still had plenty of time before worrying about high school. But Mom had already made up her ...

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Write a story about a teenager whose family is moving.

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✍️ 46 stories

“Bags and Black Mould” by Leah Reynolds

“These Wandering Dreams” by Elliot Altin

“David” by Holland Wells

“Embroidered in blood” by Lilla Toth

“Basta! A New Beginning ” by Toni-Ann Daly

“The worst part of all” by Tony Hunter

“The Beacon” by Philip Dmitriev

“Boxes” by Rob Walton

“On the Move” by Shelby Hayes

“Bug Splat ” by Karen Lethlean

“Out of Eden” by Ambassador Rose

“Georgia Blues” by Nia J. Rodriguez

“Miss Incomplete” by Susan Wakefield

“When I Leave You” by Rebecca Cowie

“City Me, Suburb Me” by Deborah Hogenmiller

🌟 Similar prompts

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.

Write a story about a couple with fundamentally different beliefs.

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

Contest #132

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