Write about someone who doesn’t remember their past — and doesn’t want to.
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“The Violinist” by R. A.
The first time Alin walks by the woman in the corner, she barely notices her. There are too many distractions, detractions, voices in her ear — the harried man waving down a taxicab, the aging street vendor hawking his wares — to separate any one sound from another. It’s all noise, and Alin is used to noise. She doesn’t notice her the second time, either. It’s only luck that she ends up doubling back, returning to the bookshop to process an order she’d forgotten. The bustle of rush hour is still going str...
“Intertwined Destinies” by Writer Maniac
Trigger: Suicide, violence I wake up on a hard bed, a bright fluorescent light blinding me for a second. As I try to blink the spots out of my vision, I notice that there are many people in the room. And all of them are looking at me. I ignore them and try to sit up. I immediately regret it. A sharp pain runs up my arm and my head feels like it’s...
“Kites” by R. K.
He steals things most people won’t notice. Wishes on pennies from fountains. A delicate second here, winks of sleep there. Small things, it’s how he lives. But he’s never needed to steal from you. Because you would gladly drop your unwanted memories into his cap and walk away feeling new. In fact, every time you leave his bench, you never look back.The weather is sticky, with a mild chill — not uncommon for January in Alabama — and you tie your hair into a knot to keep it from dipping into your shoulders. Johannes is where he alway...
“Surprising Recovery” by ✯𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫✯
Surprising Recovery Esma laid down, flat. Not moving for many seconds. She was in a deep and quiet sleep. But this isn’t your normal kind of sleep. She was sleeping, for what felt like forever. Esma’s mind was blank. She never moved for several days. Everyone would just find her, in her deep and long slumber, and all assuming the worst — death. She didn’t even know she was surrounded by so many people. All day and every day she was quiet, her eyes tightl...
“He left me” by Coco Longstaff
When my father came home from work late at night, I could tell he was drunk straight away, again. I watched as he was knocked off balance and tripped to our front porch. I have had enough of this. Enough of him forgetting the bills, enough of him forgetting my life, enough of forgetting about her. He wasn't always like this, my father. But it all changed when my mother died. He couldn't hold his life together, and he started letting life past him. I needed to get away from my father. He was ruining my life. But I didn't know how to l...
“The fugue state” by Moon Lion
The air smelled like fire and incense, imbued with something magical and lost to time. Taking lungfuls of it made the edges of my vision blur, and everything seemed right. The tented stalls, the lights, the giggling drunken women who passed me. All of the things that seemed touristy and tacky when I had arrived suddenly seemed perfect. I see a man with one eye, and a woman with a serpent's tongue. But I ...
“Page 121” by A.Dot Ram
Whoever erased my memory has done a damn good job. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, I don't miss it at all. “My name is Tansy Thatcher and I have a good life,” I whisper to myself. I am thirty-seven. I’m head of marketing at an architecture consultancy. I have a cordial but distant relationship with my co-workers—the kind that leads to just enough collaboration to get things done, but not enough to get lost in aimless oversharing. I'm okay with this. I live with my husband Josh and cat Sprüngly in a cozy ...
“Sika's Story ” by CarefreeChicken, The Overlord Of Reality
She adds another braid in her hair for every year she survives. There are four braids missing. She cannot remember. She knows she doesn’t want to. She can tell in the way the others look at her that she doesn’t want to. She lives. She lives and does not think of her story. She does not think of her family or the home she does not know.Only at night can she remember. Only at night can she remember how her family were killed and her hom...
“Letters to the Girl She Was” by Maya W.
***Trigger warning for drowning*** “We put down in writing what is happening in our minds. Once it’s on the paper we feel better, we feel better. It’s like some kind of clarity when the letter’s done and signed.” The roofs were high and mighty, like the cliffs of a mountain. Below them sat many multicolored houses with their own respective roofs to sit on and watch the glory of the sunrise...
“Miss Chagrin’s home for wayward children.” by 𝔼𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 ✳🏳️🌈
~I was admitted here only a few weeks ago. Miss Chagrin’s home for wayward children. The title could be improved. The attendance could do some work too. I woke up with little to no memory of my life. I mean, I remember classes. I know the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. I remember rhetorical writing. If I try hard enough, I can even remember the name of my old school. But I can’t even know my ow...
“Victim of Drug Lords” by Zahra Daya
Disclaimer: Talk of drug abuse. He clutched onto his mother’s arm tightly and staggered out the sliding panels. His mother seemed to be sighing and kept casting her amber eyes downward, as if embarrassed. “Jason, I’m telling you that it happened.” “Don’t be daft mother, of course, it didn’t,” he said with a short, almost-nervous chuckle. He stole a sideways gl...
“walking sideways ” by Kelly Dennison
Trigger warning - talk of murder and implied abuse. My lawyer advised – no, demanded, that I take a reprieve from the endless parade of reporters and journalists and well-intentioned acquaintances. That I allow myself some space to process what was about to come. A storm that had every intention to blow me over if I let it. I was overwhelmed. Weighed down by the burden of proof that lie...
“The Mechanzia ” by Nauman Hamid
It’s been years she hadn’t come home. The only thought her mother suppressed, was that she had a daughter. A daughter who was her life, a daughter whom she lived for, a daughter whom she wishes to see. She never had anything to focus on but the gift god gave her. It was four years after her marriage when she conceived her, an for that reason too, her importance in the family was exception...
“All the Dark Shadows ” by A J
Memories are hunting horns, Whose sound dies on winds. And we forget because we must, And not because we will. -Guillaume Apollinaire and Matthew Arnold ... I was pulled into a deep abyss as darkness engulfed me. And I just kept falling and falling. Pulled away from reality. The red-eyed creatures with the black fangs kept chasing after me. Their bony ...
“Kill the Sinners (Part 1)” by ✩✮ 🎀 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 🎀 ✮✩
Sorry if this was short, I didn't really have time to write it so I did it last minute. Hope you enjoy my first story!I can’t hear. I can’t see. I can’t breathe. I am suffocating in this darkness. I don’t even know how I got here. All I can remember is the bright blue sky slowly turning into an evil midnight black as soft voices whispered to my ear. Blue and red lights were flashing around me just before everything suddenly turned black. ...
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