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Write a story about a person longing for family.

Posted in Angst on Oct 26, 2022

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Living Bomb

Submitted to Contest #7

So many people take advantage of life's many pleasures. Accepting all the gifts they are given without really opening them, without really appreciating them. People here have a love-hate relationship with pretty much anything that really matters in our world, and they don't even realize it."My family is so weird. I wish my parents were like yours," They'll say, when really, deep deep down they would never trade their family for anything.Of course, they don't realize this. In fact, I'm not sure they ever will. Not for a long time. To them fam...

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The Sun Went Down Some Time Ago

Shortlisted for Contest #7 ⭐️

The sun went down some time ago, I can’t remember when. I'm still nervous, but the fire is warm. The woods beyond the campsite is reduced to shadows against the twilight. Black limbs creak, whispering to me in the wind and tickling my tent. There are things out there, snapping twigs and shifting the darkness, but for now they're at bay. The fire keeps them away. Nothing enters its circle of light. If I stay near the fire, I'll be alright. I'll sit here on my log and think about the white farmhouse with the red barn at the end of the green pa...

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A Blazing Beginning

Submitted to Contest #7

A tall,curly-haired, handsome boy walks into a meeting room filled with pre-teens and teenagers. He radiates strength, not showing any signs of anxiety or fear. "That's him. I can't believe it's him." Whisper a group of girls, as he passes. He flashes them a blinding white smile, triggering excited blushes and squeals. He makes his way to the front, walking confidently to the platform set up by the other six that had come before him. He stepped up, turning on his microphone, inhaling slowly. The room went silent as he opened his mouth to spe...

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From a Balloon

Submitted to Contest #7

Greta watched the world go by. And yet there it remained. In her ninety years, she couldn’t understand how the human race continued to exist. Everyone lived through chance encounters, like molecules of air bouncing off each other. Yet somehow, things got built. Babies were born. Civilizations rose and fell and were replaced by newer, better, shinier civilizations. How did all this happen?Greta spent most of her life alone. Even when married, she had felt alone. Was that her fault? Or is that just how things are? The demands made upon her out...

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bittersweetness

Submitted to Contest #7

A loud ringing from the cell phone on the nightstand woke Nate up in a rather unfashionable way. He groaned and turned it off, sighing at the silence that followed suit. He rubbed his eyes in an effort to wake up, but decided that leaving the bed fast without overthinking it would be much better; just like when removing a Band-Aid. He suddenly chuckled at the fact that he just compared leaving his bed to that process and shook his head lightly as he got up. After a well-deserved morning shower that jolted him awake, he opted for a walk to w...

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Saturn by Elliott Laurence

Submitted to Contest #7

 An early evening orange-red haze fills the sky. The sun begins to set and I look past the crescent silhouette of the moon looking as usual, for Saturn. On days like this, there’s no need for my telescope. The evening sky is clear. On other evenings, no matter how hard I look, I fear Saturn is forever lost to me. I took for granted that I visit Saturn regularly. But no more. I haven’t been able to visit or barely talk to my father and my sister Sharmayne for almost a year. When Earth jams transmission signals making it difficult for u...

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A Little Wolfie Cub

Submitted to Contest #7

“Once upon a time, there was a little wolf cub.” The deep grizzled voice cut through the dimly lit room and down into the fluffy mound of tussled blankets and sheets that wiggled and squirmed with a little wild girl. “It was a cub with the wildest hair, the wildest grin, and the wildest heart.” A little voice squeaked from between the layers, muffled and soft, “Just like me, granny?” The old weathered face creased with well earned wrinkles as it grinned into the night. “Oh my sweet wild one, this particular wolf cub was fearless and the brav...

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Daddy Traded For A New Mommy, Too

Submitted to Contest #7

Enjoying lunch together was a favorite time of the day for this group of friends. Some of them had come to know each other from their very first day of kindergarten more than seven years ago. Their moms could gather and compare photo albums and literally see how their kids had grown up together. Indeed, sometimes their moms did get together. But not to share photos. They got together virtually to set up play dates and birthday parties and make schedules for dads to drive the kids to and from camps that were hours away or to the mall where th...

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Missing Maisey

Submitted to Contest #7

 A whisper echoes. “Mommy?” Elizabeth’s eyes scan, unbelieving. She hears it again, slightly louder, “Mommy? Where are you?” The voice pounded into her ears. Elizabeth’s hand reaches for the closed door in front of her.  “I hear you baby!” She bangs on the door, craving to her daughter’s voice another time. As hard as she tries, the door doesn’t budge. Smearing the tears on her cheeks, she takes a few steps back and lunges forward. The door falls to the ground and she falls with it. On the other side, there was no child awaiting he...

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At Least I Tried

Submitted to Contest #7

            Ugh!               Camilla went to her wardrobe and opened the doors wide, looking at her emerald, sapphire, velvet, silk, rayon, fur-coated, mink, fox, weasel and crocodile-skinned dresses, coats, skirts, wigs, hats, shoes, boots, slippers and even watches dangling and hanging off the many coat hangers, hooks, coat hanger stands and picture hangers that decorated—or rather made her closet look like sh...

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SINNER THY NAME SAVIOUR

Submitted to Contest #7

“Thief Thief… Killer..Thief, Thief” yelled Malati at the top of her voice. The whole hospital got alerted. The security guard rushed towards her ie. towards the incubator room. He saw a lean man holding two just born babies in his two arms. The guard lost no time in overpowering him. Malati almost snatched the babies from the thief and put them back into the incubator properly. The snapped wires were also set right. She was so much shaken by the incident that she was still shivering. Luckily, she spotted the thief in time – or else it would ...

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My Growing, Loving Family.

Submitted to Contest #7

Charlie and Jasper sat in the garden, waiting for Mich to join them. The fall was coming quickly and the grey clouds covered the sun. A slight breeze blew, cooling the garden. Charlie had his eyes closed, letting his mind wander around calmly, the coolness making him shiver.It grounded him for the future. For what's planned. Jasper held his hand next to him, kissing his head before turning around to Mich walking towards them. "Mother," Jasper greeted."Jasper. Nice evening today. But I suppose I should cut to the chase. I owe Charlie an apolo...

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The Doll Maker's Pride

Submitted to Contest #7

Pictures and memories flooded the little girl’s mind, playing over and over again as if they were on a projector in front of her glass eyes. She longed to reach out and touch her favorite teddy bear, or run into her father’s arms once more; ached to feel rain dance on her skin again as she splashed in the puddles. Her yearning grew as the weeks crawled slowly by, festering like an ugly blister she couldn’t pick away. The old man would come in every day at the same time (her best guess was around three in the afternoon), looking into her eyes...

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Collywobbles

Submitted to Contest #7

It’s hard to say why people do things. I myself would never be able to tell you why I joined the Party.  It’s been two weeks and I’m still bumfuzzled, unsure of my place here. That’s to be expected of a college student but it’s still disappointing. I regularly find myself peering from the corner of the room, imagining how others may think of me. I typically see myself as that leering, eavesdropping creature that no one wants to talk to, but in reality I’m much more likely the lonely girl who has intelligence in her eyes but a rubber ban...

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Normal

Submitted to Contest #7

Normal By James S. Offenhartz It hurts. Constantly hurts and it’s everywhere. I turn on the TV and see TLC’s show about planning a wedding. I go out to a restaurant to relax and I see the nuclear family. I can never have that, but feel the blood in my body longing for it. I go on Facebook and someone has made a birth announcement. I look at the comments: “Congratulations!” “Mozel Tov!” “We’re so happy. We’re finally going to be grandparents”. Birth announcements, wedding invitations, ...

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