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Write a story about someone seeking forgiveness for something.

Posted in Dramatic on Apr 11, 2025

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TO THE ONE I TOOK.

Submitted to Contest #298

(Content warnings: physical violence, mental health) LETTER ONE: A MAN WHO HAD NO CHOICE. Dear Stranger, They say confession is good for the soul, yet no matter how many times I write this letter, I will always be a monster.I see your face when I close my eyes, I hear your screams in any moment of silence.People call me a monster, yet you are the one that haunts me.So here I am again, writing a letter to someone who will never read it, to a ghost, to a person I took from this world.These prison walls mock me, I haven’t seen sunlight since ...

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Confession to the Rain.

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I think it was Saturday. A beautiful woman was visiting the graveyard. It was a sad and gloomy day. Everything was covered in mist—as if the world itself had taken a bath in it. The kind of day where even animals hide... but for some reason, humans... they still loved it. Sometimes I wonder, are we twisted for that? Or blessed to be able to see beauty in something considered cursed and spiteful? I used to love the rain... it made me feel at peace... I looked at this lovely woman again—she left "forget-me nots" at the grave. I loved their sme...

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The Visit

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Jessie Watkins slipped her sandal strap over her heel and scrambled out of the truck, fearful of her once-crisp blouse sticking to her back. Mama smoothed her satiny pink sheath, a firm grip on Randall’s tiny wrist with the other hand, as she stalked the parking lot. Cars and trucks filled the narrow spaces, another Sunday stop for reverent Christian families.“Jessamine, let’s go. Now.” A young woman rolled past them, a newborn in her arms, trailed by a tall man clasping an array of billowing light blue balloons. Clusters of visitors milled ...

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The Hunter Bays For Spring

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For the raven, perched on his spot high up in the budding aspen tree, there was every indication that spring had arrived, which meant that something alien would trespass his forest now that life was in abundance again. The forest was alight with birdsong from his fellow avians, while the pond in the late evening was raucous with the high pitch trill of the frogspawn. Gracing the drab forest floor with splashes of color were various wildflowers, beckoning the bees to pollinate them. Rabbits, squirrels and an assortment of other rodents were n...

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Momentary Decisions

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The snow crunched beneath his boots. His steps were irritatingly slow. There was stillness in the frigid air. He could see her from afar but was wary of getting too close. For months he had watched. Yet he hadn’t found the courage to move closer. The sun glistened against her hair, its shade contrasting the white of winter that surrounded them. Placing a hand against the tree, he leaned in.Her laugh chimed as she played—so joyous, so carefree. He remembered a time when laughter had belonged to him too. Moments of pure bliss, however fleeting...

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The Things I Never Said

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I only come before dawn— that’s when everything feels lighter, like the world hasn’t remembered to be heavy yet. It’s the only time I can find her without all the noise. My mother sleeps with the curtains drawn and the hallway light still on. She’s never turned it off. Even now.She sleeps curled toward the edge of the bed, facing the door, like she’s still waiting for it to open. Like I might walk in, late again, with excuses on my lips and apologies I never bothered to say.She still doesn’t lock it. Not since the night I left.I sit with her...

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The Drain Cleaner

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"The Drain Cleaner" The stench always hit him first. No matter how many times he had gone down into the city's bowels, the reek always crept up his nose like an old memory that refused to fade. Alfredo pulled his mask tighter on his face, though by now it only served to trap sweat against his skin. The smell always won. "Still here, huh?" a coworker had said that morning as they were suited up in boots and rubber gear. Alfredo just nodded. He didn't speak much. Words had become a luxury. Thoughts, on the other hand, he hoarded - like voices ...

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Thank You For Your Honesty

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He always knew the exact moment to press record. Just before the crying started — but not too far before. Tape couldn’t be wasted on people who weren’t going to cry. Only the truly sorry cried.The chairs were arranged in a wide circle at the centre of the room, and every seat was taken. It was early, and the faint smell of instant coffee still lingered throughout the Community Centre. Most people had spoken today, but they hadn’t gotten to him yet. The old man never spoke. His silence had become something people worked around, like furniture...

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Sisters Versus Secrets

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My sister and I don't get along much. We argue and bicker, fight and hurt each other. It drove our mother crazy. So She sent us away to Nana's. I always loved staying at Nana's but not anymore, at least not in this sense."You know this is your fault right? You're the reason Mom sent us away." My sister said bitterly. She had olive-brown skin with long blond and brown highlights in her new blowout. I don't get why she always straightened her hair. Personally I liked her coily hair, maybe her new boyfriend Todd doesn't. But Who gives a flying ...

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Forgive or bleed open heart

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I tiptoed back up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs it began to squeak. “Oh no, I can’t let her see me.” So, I went back down the first half of the stairs slowly. I had to think of another way. It was cold outside, and I could hear her walking around upstairs. So I went into the basement door and grabbed the first coat I could see with my slippers already on my feet. I quickly wrote a note to aunt Musu saying, “I’m sorry Mommy” and did what I knew best. Slowly I opened the front door, trying to prevent it from squeaking. A few minutes later...

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As we kissed

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As we kissed, it was beautiful, explosive, magnetic. I couldn’t imagine anything better. Suddenly, I realised who I was kissing. What the hell was I doing? I pulled back to see his smug face. Anger pulsed through me.Bang!I punched him square in the face. Oscar yelled out in pain. His hand rushed up to clutch his already bleeding nose.‘What the hell Grace!’ Oscar exclaimed.‘Sorry.’ It said in an automatic response. Except I wasn’t sorry. In fact, I was a little proud that I managed to draw blood in one hit. I guess all those self-defence clas...

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Honest Truth

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Glenda sat down with her parents and said, "This will be a long discussion, and I need your full attention to hear everything I have to say. I will be grateful if you find it in your heart to forgive me in the end. If not, I will accept that. Regardless of how you perceive what I'm about to share, I know you have your ways of thinking. I am twenty-three years old, and you raised me to be an honest adult. What I'm about to tell you may be hard to believe, but I assure you, it is the God's Honest Truth.”Glenda's mother, Bonnie, asked, "Since t...

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Guilty of Despicable Behaviors-A Lost Cause

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Prompt: Write a story abut someone seeking forgiveness for something. Guilty of Despicable Behaviors-A Lost Cause The clanking of my chains was loud as I entered the room. Menacing eyes looked me over as I scuffled across the floor to the front of the room. My body labored under the weight of my restraints. A chain around my waist stole my freedom. Both my hands and ankles were shackled by the heavy leg irons that were chained around my mid-section. I felt strong hands stop my motion going forward. Then those hands pushed my shoulder...

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Forgive Me

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Your words written in the fog on the glass of my shower haunt me.Dream of me, it reads, in all caps. You’re careful not to get that part of the glass wet, or to squeegee it when you finish. The hot water hurts, but not enough to make you forget.You realize now it’s at eye level and you picture her short stature reaching up to write it with her fingers. You wonder if she did this intentionally, and your tears are rinsed away as quickly as they come.You think about this person, as a kid. Like a baby, almost, in a way. The most vulnerable side ...

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The Shadow of Regret

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The sound of your muffled sobs still haunts me at night. That terrible choking noise you made as you bit down on your fist, desperate not to be heard through these paper-thin walls. Blood beaded between your knuckles. I stood there, frozen, watching your pain bloom like some grotesque flower in the darkness of your bedroom. I have memorized the architecture of your suffering, Jake. Every silent tear. Every bruise you explained away. Every moment, I should have intervened, but didn't. They say those who witness suffering carry a weight al...

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