Stories tagged “memory”

  • Backup

    “Can I help you?” I ask the man entering my office. “As a matter of fact, detective, I think you can,” he says, easing himself into a chair on the other side of my desk. “I’m investigating a murder.” “Isn...

    • Author: DredZed
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Mummy, daddy, I want to be a dolphin.

    The implantation of one half of an entangled pair into each individual neuron at the 63rd day after conception is key. Earlier and we lack enough implanted neurons to create a statistical model, any later and the process runs the risk of causing minor ...

    • Author: Akheloios
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Engulfed

    “What’s the worst way to die?” Jacob asked me. He was sitting indian style on my bed with his elbows hunkered over crossed legs— leaning over me with sick wonder stretched in his smile. “Probably being burned alive.”...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Shadow Meadow

    The grass turned yellow, as it grew long in the summer heat laying flat on the ground. Where thick forests stood was now a maze of ashen totems of an earlier time. The simple gate way far back held with wood and nails still protected the fields from wh...

  • Funny Victory

    That memory struck me about midway through a 20 meter sprint to the next available cover, a toppled fruit stand. By the time my gear and I came tumbling to a stop on its far side the giggles overtook me. A grenade went off, and someone swore loudly in ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Happy Anniversary

    Happy anniversary Where ever you may be If you’re rotting in a hole Or if your ask lay by the sea Three summers past since I’ve seen you last Smoke carried your sleepy mind away And blood stained finger tips met their match Some sunny morn in May Y...

  • Living the secret

    When scientists discovered that the section of our brain previously thought to house our imagination was, in fact, a receiver of far-off memories, it was only a matter of time before the implications were realized. Every dirty thought, every wet dream ...

    • Author: Oy
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Taken: The Scent of Memory

    A treacherous gust of wind extinguished my light with a hiss. As I returned the aged timepiece to my coat pocket I caught a scent that immediately roused a memory from 6 years earlier, the day an old withered ship’s captain visited my then living...

  • The Scent of Summer

    My throat fought against the spore-clogged air, coughing up as much breath as it sucked down, as I slipped over the window sill. The glass was long gone and with it the house’s hope of resisting the elements. The walls were mottled black with mou...

  • Friend (Mature)

    I found you broken, alone. Walking over to you, a beautiful girl, body completely altered, platinum blonde from dark brown, boobs five times bigger than your butt cheeks, ribs penetrating your skin. I could see your brokenness on your sleeve. Your ligh...

  • The Fault, The Blame, The In Between

    His contorted faces plague my sleeping eyes. There is one for each season, there is one for each disguise. But no, he is not the reason why. Although, shamefully I must confess that this method of hiding I really do detest. I want to carve the memory i...

  • Egg Troubles

    “Now, once again, we present Backstage Wife, the story of Mary Noble-" Millicent paused in the act of closing the front door, groceries in hand. She didn’t remember leaving the radio on when she had left or turning it on that morning a...

  • What's Gonna Work?

    Grim and wary, Charles challenged, “So, what’s it gonna be?” Denton grinned, the first he’d smiled in weeks, “Absolutely.” With that, both men lowered their weapons and continued scavenging the remnants of the charre...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Second Life: Chosen

    An argument broke out all around me with my defender arguing in ernest with people I couldn’t see. The individual voices faded into a general hum as all the conversations became one. I barely noticed as everything faded into the swirling ashes. I...

  • The War Hero

    I look back upon my life and question it’s purpose. I spend my nights haunted by visions of death and the losing of all worldly innocence at the singular pull of a trigger. The soft sensation of intestines yielding to the point of my bayonet bind...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted about 6 years ago.
  • Driving In A Daze

    I’m speeding. My surroundings fly past me. My foot is locked on the gas pedal involuntarily. I look through the glass windows, but I cannot see what is ahead of me; everything is blurry, unclear, smudged. I begin to look for my glasses, but I the...

  • The Expatriate's Lament

    A sigh for the countryside, green in the morn, Of the endless abundance of wheat and of corn. Memory hopes for a glimpse of the fields, Where the old Carolina our sustenance yields. Think of the mountains, the Blue Ridges east, And the Rockies far w...

    • Author: memento
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
  • Airships: Bleeding Anew

    Elletra flopped onto her tiny bed, staring up at the ceiling, the two year old wounds opened up fresh as if she just got stabbed yesterday. Elletra was four months from being fifteen at that time. It had been two years since she had fled from her home ...

  • The Return

    Over the next few days Robert began to notice changes all around him. Warmth loosened Winter’s tyrranical grip, forcing the snow to recede back up the slopes of Kejajo Mountain, leaving behind a thin layer of ash and partially rotted leaves. Trav...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Fufu in My Brain

    They say, in some parts of Africa, you haven’t really eaten until you’ve eaten fufu. Fufu is flour and water boiled and stirred just about to the point that your arm breaks off. It is served with small bits of meat in savory sauce. With bar...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Trees

    The memory of you is clinging to me like the snow on so many trees rooted to the ground, alive but going nowhere. Sometimes I forget I’m not those trees, waiting for the spring, or to be chopped down. Or maybe I’m just moving at the rate Of snowfal...

    • Author: Shamaliane
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Take This Dance - Part 2

    The boldness in Clara turned Edwin on. The words she chose may have not been proper, but she was direct none the less. “Don’t embarrass me.” They both entered the gym in awe at her arrival and befuddlement at her “date”. &...

  • (Day 36) Operating

    My name’s Rare. Mom tells me it’s short for something – a memory that she still has. There’s not much more of those, actually. I guess the origin of my name isn’t one that stuck. No, instead, she has more memories of cats&...

  • Parting is Such Sappy Sorrow, Such Confusing Pain

    The sun filtered through the green needles with the first real heat of a Carolina summer. The ground felt hot on my back, or maybe I felt hot on the ground. The smell of sap was everywhere. Though chaos engulfed me I heard only my own heartbeat. Alex w...

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