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Memoir

Think about a memorable event from your childhood – a loss or win, a move, a difficult learning experience – whatever it is, write about it with as much detail and heart as you can bring to it. [​Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash]

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Feb 03
fiction challenge: Memoir
isabelle.chen's picture

A lovely lesson

It was on those rare nights when my mother, after working long shifts, reserved a portion of her energy to comply with my request for a bedtime story. I don’t remember the book I picked out. It wasn’t the grandest thing on my mind, as I was too preoccupied with savoring the moment that many of my companions at preschool talked about often. I barely brought up anything during conversations like those, but nonetheless, I would eagerly listen to the intimate connections my classmates had with their parents.
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Posted: 02.03.22
Feb 03
nonfiction challenge: Memoir
Peter Gustafson's picture

my dog chaarlie


                        
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Posted: 02.03.22
Feb 02
fiction challenge: Memoir
nfarnham's picture

Interview

It was a sunny summer day when I woke up. One of those perfect days where the sun is shining but it's not too hot, the birds are chirping and gliding through the sky, and there is a light breeze. I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I was feeling nervous but excited. Later in the day I have a job interview and hoped it would go well. 
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Posted: 02.02.22
Dec 29
fiction challenge: Memoir
Peter Gustafson's picture

Is this finally the One?

 #21 Memoir

Is this finally the one?


Woken up by the sun's rays of light, I gently open my eyes. The soft pink shade on the walls looks brighter than it did last night. Sitting up, I look around, this is because, well, this is my 9th foster home. I am tired from last night, I stayed up late finding every creaky floorboard, and squeaky door. I do this in all of the houses I get put into, making sure I can have an easier escape if needed. I slide out of the sleeping bag I am “temporarily” sleeping in. My back aches from sleeping on hard concrete floors. As I stand up, I smell something. The scent of bacon and eggs breezes into my room. I get out of my pajamas, put on my polyester sweater and jeans, and head downstairs. I hear a faint sound of soft piano music playing. Comforting. In a weird way, I feel like this house will be different from the rest. Maybe, just maybe, this one has a chance. 
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Posted: 12.29.21