Stories tagged “memories”

  • My Memories, Part 1

    Any time I’m sitting at my job, in a meeting, or any place where I don’t want to be, I can always go back to one special memory I had from when I was just a kid. I must have been only 14 or so then, back when I grew my hair out to shoulder-length. ...

  • My Memories, Part 2

    She would always blush when I would kiddingly call her “Barbie”. I spent every single day of that month with Andrea. She told me she had a boyfriend, but I still had the biggest crush on her. I knew she thought I looked cute because she told me bef...

  • My Memories, Part 4

    We exchanged numbers, so we could keep in touch, before saying our last goodbyes. I was never one for final farewells, I’m still not. I don’t know what compelled me to do what I did; maybe it was just the thought in my mind that I might not ever s...

  • My Memeries, Epilogue

    To this day I still keep her number on my nightstand, just in case I ever have the guts to finally call and talk to her. ~ Looking back, I still don’t think I’ve ever experienced such intense feelings for another person like I did with Andrea. Ther...

  • Smother Me

    Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time… We’re wrapped in each others’ arms, holding on to the moment that will never last long enough. We’re breathing in the sweet scent of forever, closing our eyes to enormity of the...

    • Author: Granada
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Decision

    The light came through the window, landing on the small card table that had sat in his kitchen for years. The sun felt good, he closed his eyes, leaning forward to feel its warm kiss. His glass of water refracted the light onto the table top. Dust danc...

    • Author: Nancy
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Golden Mysteries

    “Where do I begin?” Timidly, my voice rang all too loudly in the quiet space. “Begin with one.” The therapist wore a yellow tie. “No, zero is first.” I wished that tie would leave. “So begin with zero.” &...

  • Ginger: Tunnel to Nowhere

    The tunnel was dark and damp, carved out of the wet compacted black soil twenty yards underground. About a yard and a half from floor to ceiling. As best I could approximate, it ran in a straight line northeast and continued beyond the range of the lig...

    • Author: uselessness
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Coming Down

    He came down hard. Memories flooding his mind, washing over him. JennyohhowImissyouwhydidyouleavewherehaveyoudoneIamnothingwithoutyou The pounding in his head matched that of his heart. He had to get away, had to find… …wherecanIgofromhereh...

    • Author: rkalajian
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Moment Adrian

    Adrian’s oxygen was on empty after her starship was destroyed; rocketing her from the onslaught that had brought death to her home world and her crew. Now the weightless behemoth, twisting around its headless form, began making its way effortlessly t...

  • Cabin 43?

    The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I expected at any moment to be caught by a ranger or police cruiser. Why would they tear down a cabin? Maybe I was mistaken, maybe this was a new plot for a new cabin. I spied something bright yellow stuck to a...

  • The Concession Stand

    “I don’t like mustard.” The words startled me from the memory. I looked up and around at my surroundings. I had drifted out to the middle of the lake. I had no oars. What was I doing?! I could swim, couldn’t I? I tried to find t...

  • Right Behind You

    Pammy Barnum wasn’t always a killer, least, not an active one. Never shot anyone in the time I knew her, and I knew her from when she was three. Oh, but she knew how to shoot. Her daddy saw to that. “I seen enough nonsense and bad folk out ...

    • Author: Geebs
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Walking After You

    I toss a couple twigs on the fire, and settle in against a rock. All my possessions in the world are in this tiny campsite, and by the time I’m done here I should shed a few of them. On the road I’m traveling you can’t carry much with...

    • Author: Geebs
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • We Live to Create Memories

    Someone once told me that we live to create memories. The whole plane ride over, that was all I could think about. My anxieties were visible as they sprawled out across 4 sheets of loose-leaf paper. When I walked off the plane, he was the very first ch...

    • Author: Mockingbird
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Hidden

    Hollow light on gray leaking through windows. Illuminated gold on gray curls. Thin fingers tracing, tiny bones pushing weakly. A jaw bone. A chin. A trachea. Eyes taking in all the dark hasn’t conquered. A collar bone. A shoulder. Tracing you ont...

  • Elsewhere Memories

    He lay awake that night – listening to the sound of her soft, steady breathing – a gentle sighing as the rain fell like tiny feet running over the canvas. She was so like her it was uncanny – her smile, her laugh, the way she looked a...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Songs Between My Tears

    Drifting helplessly into strange, foreign lands, I find myself humming an old folk tune in fragments interspersed with tears, music being the only thing I can think of to numb my pain. Every healing word I know is void Watching silence greet every desp...

    • Author: Zerrakhi
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • What do I remember

    I don’t remember much anymore. I remember being in the back yard. Spring was turning into summer and I was going to water the grass. I hadn’t been feeling too well, but I needed to get the sprinkler set up. I was walking out to the back yard, pulli...

  • Any chance of a coffee?

    My hand trembled as I picked the phone up. I asked the operator to connect me to a Michigan number, all the while wondering if I’d be able to talk, or if she’d even remember my voice. She did answer, and she sounded almost the same. I was i...

  • The Begining of the Decent

    I stared at our entwined fingers, working to keep my breathing normal. I hadn’t felt the comfort of holding someone’s hand in a while. It had never really held any meaning for me before now. Now I knew Nathaniel would always be there to kee...

  • Take Care

    She took a deep breath. He stared at her in utter confusion. Their relationship had been quite a disaster. Childish hate, a crush, hate, a crush again, and something terribly hurtful from him (but he wouldn’t admet it). And so, he found it surpri...

    • Author: Almagesto
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Browser History

    “Grandpa,” asked Cindy, “how come I can’t browse you further back than your wedding?” He put his hand on Cindy’s shoulder and looked down at her Tactive. “That was the day I decided to start recording.” S...

    • Author: Fracture
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Just Need An Escape

    I lie down on my bed and breathe slowly. I close my eyes, squeezing them shut for a moment because they are sore. My cat meows as she curls up in the crook of my arm, pressed against my side. I look at my fan. I lay watching the blades spin around. I t...

  • Nostalgia (emotion challenge)

    Take me back to promises made on the cold concrete floor of the house you left so gladly. Take me back to fairies in the garden and all the pretty deceptions we believed with all our hearts. I’m losing the memories of years spent in blissful inno...