Flashback (Short Story Written for Practice)

Often times we find ourselves thinking about the past only to try to force the memories away and return to our current delusion. We can never erase the past, but if the past is who we are, then should we just welcome pain back into our lives? Embarrassment, guilt, and pride betray us as we choose to bury our darkest memories in our head and look to a positive future without ever having to readdress them and acknowledge that they had ever happened in the first place. Thinking back now my weakest moment caught me by complete surprise.

“Not much,” he said. “It’s soft, doesn’t mind being cuddled, and it’s hair can be useful in

she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home

She cradled me and her baby, telling me what a good companion I was, sitting on her feet, warming them. “You were such a nice cat, a good cat,” she murmured.

She took her large paws off him and sank to the ground in a pleasant sitting position, her tail wagging back and forth fiercely. The dog’s fur was a golden blonde. In the dark of the basement bedroom, it seemed to gleam, sleek and bright.

"Make yourself comfortable. And I will go to my place." The guy told her and heading for the door, he left the room.

Aixin was so excited to see such a cute little thing and it felt so soft in his

And on our way home, she almost peed in the backseat of the car because she was so scared. However, when we finally got home, she was overjoyed that she finally had a good home where she would be loved forever. Not only by six humans, but by three other animals including, two cats and one other dog named bella, tiger, my two cats, and libby, the other dog. She had to go right into the backyard because we were worried about how she would act around the other animals. But when she smelled Libby’s breath on the toys she busted through the screen door and she licked all of the animals until they looked like they swam in a pool.

At the moment, he laughed at her antsy movements. He kneeled down at the girl to get a better look at her. She noticed that Kai came closer to her and a tiny grin appeared on her face. She knew exactly who Kai was and all she wanted to do was to help him remember what had happened. He needed to know his place. She spoke no more words and pulled Kai's shirt as a gesture to follow her.

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

I looked back at Mom standing at the gate, happily waving. I half-smiled and yelled, “I love you! Bye!”

„She cuddled against me and I put my arm around her. She looked up to

“It’s nice,” he lied, and snaking his arms around Booker’s waist, he snuggled in close. “But you don’t look happy? Is it because of me? Do I make you sad?”

My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My