Stories tagged “memory”

  • Interlocking Definitions

    “I’ll remove all…” The words kept echoing in Violet’s head, her new head. She tried to chase them away rather than dwell on implications and possibilities. All day, Rae moped around the garage, fiddling with this or that w...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Call It Even

    Rae tumbled to the floor, making it half way across the garage in the process. Time seemed to move funny for a few seconds, like a record skipping. Her stomach churned as everything she ever knew seemed to whip back past her awareness. She heaved once,...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Out for Coffee, In the Tea

    One sip and I remembered why I hated traveling. Egyptian coffee is the worst, if you’re picking an exotic locale to visit and stake out a cafe. The sun beat down, threatening to ignite my fedora and white suit. That would have been a shame consid...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Math, Memories, and Hurting People

    6 grand had been turned into 4 guns, 2 lbs of explosives, and 200 rounds of ammunition. 38 hours in town so he now had 62 hours before it would be too late. Based on his math, he could afford to wait out the glaring daylight hours in a cheap motel room...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • In The Shadows Of Men (8)

    This time, thinking it the best thing to do I kept my mouth shut. “I ASKED YOU A QUESTION URCHIN!” yelled my Uncle. I’d soon learn that whatever I did would be bad in the eyes of my uncle and my cousin. The details here are slightly b...

  • Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

    Childhood and mortality, held together by familial love and tradition. [Disclaimer: It’s been a long time since I read it, but these were the themes that stuck with me from the book, even if I’m a bit fuzzy on plot points now.]

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
  • Forget-me-not

    I don’t know why I always feel like I do when I look at the picture. I’ll sit there for what feels like hours, holding it in my hands, curled up at the end of the couch, gazing at the fading, sun-bleached image on the curling photographic paper. Th...

    • Author: dkplewis
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Driving While Intoxicated

    “Shay? Shay, are you OK?” His voice is a distant echo. I’m not even sure who he is or if he’s talking to me. I don’t even care. I can’t get those dueling images out of my head. Her eyes, and widening smile. Her face,...

    • Author: Mackizme
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Traumatic Memories

    If you have any memories from when you are very young, they are usually traumatic. I remember my mom taking me to a daycare where she worked in the baby room, and I had to go in another room. I didn’t like this, but I tried it anyway. Two girls m...

  • Drown

    Soft sounds come to me, out of the depths they creep, darkened thoughts, staccato drum beat and her face. A twisted mixture of two girls; lost in time, lost in space, one dead the other as good as. They made the verse flow these two, gave me the power ...

    • Author: DrDalim
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Residual Quintessance

    I awake with a start, still feeling the sting of a shock gun on the back of my neck. Prying an odd piece of metal and plastic off my forehead, I notice my hands look different, rougher, more calloused than I remember. As I stand up shakily and try to t...

    • Author: DredZed
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • A Light Bulb for his Birthday

    We weren’t exactly friends. We had that tenuous friendship that only existed in empty hallways and secret notes; whispers and secrets that we told only to each other, simply for the fact that no one would believe we ever talked. Your death came a...

  • No Man's Land

    The wind blew gently over the earth and the poppies danced in time. The sun shone brightly and the earth was beautiful. I sat down on the marble bench and let the memories come. Explosions in the distance, and the ever-present sirens fill the ear. Amid...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Setting Sun

    “You sure you want to do this?” my friend says to me as we walk. “Yes I am very sure,” I nod and look ahead. The spring breeze plays at my hair and the sun gleams on my face as it begins to set. I breathe slowly and evenly to ke...

  • Reflected

    His hand closes over the key, feeling how warm it is. A smile slowly spreads across his face. “I can’t believe you kept this,” he admits. Standing, he glides the key into the padlock, turning it, almost tenderly. The lock opens with a...

  • Lost at Sea

    The summer sun came through my closed eyelids in waves of pink and orange. The sea rocked us in its lazy way, while the breeze kept the smell of salt in my nostrils. A week out of Mar del Plata we had provisions a plenty and an ocean of adventure ahead...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pictures Of You

    He walked up the drive way looking into the garage. Boxes stood tall against the furthest wall, tools hanged from the left, and on his right a child’s bicycle was hanged on the wall. He walked towards the bike; he spun the wheels trying to remember w...

  • Nostalgic...?

    I never seem to know how I get here… I just do. In the garbage can… it almost feels like home. For instance, being still alive and still female is kinda getting familiar, like when at the end of Fateless the protagonist says he’s nost...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Stranger

    When I was fourteen, like many other fourteen-year-olds, I started high school. In the most cliché way, I remember first stepping into that big, intimidating building, backpack on, math book in hand. I remember the way my tennis shoes squeaked on the ...

  • Thoughts of Thoughts

    She lay staring at the ceiling. Did I dream that conversation? Or was I awake when that happened two days ago? It felt pretty real yet I don’t really remember it taking place outside of my head. Maybe I was tired. But if I was tired maybe I was a...

    • Author: isabear
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Folding Into the Great City

    At the age of five years the world opened up to show me death, a gaping maw that swallowed up all motherly affection and hope. Within two years the clouds of doubt had so obscured my way as to make meaningful navigation a folly of comical proportions. ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Before 824

    He had a name before. He had never forgotten that. Long before today, 824 had been special. A shame he wasn’t allowed to tell them who he really was. 824’s real name was a mystery. His new moniker came from a serial number. His mission was ...

    • Author: lindsay22
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • HALF-CLOSED BOOK

    When no metaphor can replay that moment, and you beg your lonely brain for words, when entangled thoughts remain riddled, hidden by a fog of flightless birds, then the memory is so unclear, and so well hidden that you feel yet cannot remember it. But...

    • Author: Joshi G.
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5