Category: 100 Word Story
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Like mother, like daughter
Sometimes my mum feels like a stranger. She has always been loud and I have always been the quiet one in the family, When I say this to her, she says: “That’s just how I am, I don’t even realise I’m being loud.” I recently told her that we don’t really share many similarities like…
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Puzzled
Your early twenties are a strange time. You’re caught between enjoying the moment and building your future. Sitting in the centre of the unknown is enough to send me into a downward spiral on a good day and completely shut me down on my worst, but recently I’ve found a solution. Puzzles. They don’t offer…
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Karaoke at 3 a.m. in Soho.
We’d stumbled out of a karaoke bar at 3 a.m. in Soho. It was our final girls’ night before we all went solo. There we were standing in the middle of London, heels in hand, laughing at nothing in particular and making a beeline towards the 24-hour McDonalds. We continued to belt out Kelly Clarkson’s…
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When the tide came in
My grandma recently sold our family house back in Madeira and it made me unexpectedly sad. I never spent much time there, but patchy memories of summers in the sun came flooding back when I heard the news. We used to sit on the balcony and watch the tide come in, the sun would set…
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Unlucky charms
We’d been friends since the first year of secondary school. By the end of the year, we had cemented our status as best friends. We got matching charm bracelets, each with a glass heart that we’d chosen for each other. During the wild teenage summers, our hearts broke amongst the chaos, but we glued them…
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Magic trick gone wrong
We first met at one of those street magic shows in Covent Garden. The magician had a foam ball and three cups; you know the trick – you have to find the cup that the ball is under. The magician began to mix up the cups and this is the best way I can describe…
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Water under the bridge
My mum’s side of the family had an argument with my dad’s side of the family and no one had spoken since. As the common denominator between the two, I decided to reach out and confirm that there was still in fact a sign of life left. We agreed to meet up in London and…
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When the snoring stopped
A few things you should know about me: I hate snoring. My dad has always been my best friend. He died on 14th January 2007. After my parents got divorced, my dad found a new best friend in alcohol. I would come home to his drunken ramblings and try to fall asleep to his hungover…
