Old Memory Creative Writing

“You have to face it; she's gone. I know it’s hard, but please come with me” Caroline said.

As soon as Flug's shirt was off, it was more than obvious Dementia was _already_ itching to sink her teeth in. Needless to say, she'd never actually seen so much of him before - The scars that contrasted with the pale skin upon his scrawny frame was hardly a surprise, given the fact that they _all_ had gained scars at some point (How couldn't they, working for Black Hat?), although it made curiousity as to what was underneath the paper bag almost unbearable. She leaned forward to place soft kisses and gentle nibbles across the pallid skin, sharp teeth nipping softly at the collarbones that stuck out just a bit too much and tongue lapping against his quivering throat. In the process, she tried to peek underneath the bag, to no avail. To her dismay, she couldn't see anything.

"We're running late already," she said anxiously. "How about you go and bring the guys with you? Meanwhile, Rohini and I will take care here?"

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” These words from Dr.Seuss still stand true, and are something I can relate to. I believe that you should always show your love and appreciation to your family members for what they do for you. Before my sister left for college, I didn’t realize how much I appreciated her and loved her for all the things she did for me.

The Superintendent walked solemnly down the dimly lit hallway. The vast walls of lockers gave him an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, eating away at his soul like acid eating away metal. The psychologically effects transmitted to his outer body, causing him to halt to an abrupt stop. Standing like a deer in headlights, his mind was instantaneously flooded with brisk images of the once flourishing hallways. He stifled a faux smile, composed himself, and erratically walked into the main office, where he prepared to apologetically deliver the final afternoon announcement of the High School’s history. Alone¬¬––later in his office, another pang of dense, impenetrable darkness suffocated him and he let out a cry of resignation. He put his chapped

He wakes up on the cold, clean surface of a table rock. A rough candelabra flickers at his side as he stirs. Next to it there's three cut roses. Red. A look around and he finds he's in a cave. At the end of one actually. The air is mossy, thick. He doesn't know why he's here or how. Worse, he doesn't know who he is or who he was. He remembers this is called amnesia.

Sound and smell crowded Julios' mind, pure ecstasy mixed with the over stimulation of thumping music and free flowing drugs pushed his pupils wide and his pores open, his brow furrowed and his mouth clenched into a dumb grin. With each bass filled kick of the music and flash of the cyan lights his eyes flicked left to right, his ocular nerves flaring with excitement at the melting colors and waving sound that he was immersed in. The pleasing form of a woman half his age moving along with the music, her outline dragging behind her motion leaving a line of rainbow outlines, each one like a frame of a movie.

“Ok, fine. Hey, my mom’s calling me, so I have to go. Talk to you later, bye.”

Upon entry through the threshold of the bubbling slate grey front door of my run-down, colonial style home into the marshmallow warmth of the living room, all was silent except for the crackling of dying embers breathing their last breath in the soot covered 1991 Jotul wood burning stove. The family room remained just as it had been left with not a single object disturbed in the time passed. The walls were still the same shade of elephant skin gray that they had been for the past ten years, as were the worn midnight black sofas. Even the cherry red microfiber dog toy remained sprawled out in the same position; forgotten. The chestnut coffee table, around which the room was center was still covered with the defined creases of my palm engraved into it. However, among the coffee table, I caught a glimpse of something peculiar out of the corner of my eye. The usually neat pile of select magazine and newspaper articles had the edge

Throughout younger years I marveled at my older brothers more than anyone, always admiring their courageous confidence and not to mention, sense of adventure. Yet, I found myself envious of the countless obstacles they had overcome that I had not, especially when it came to riding our bikes. Being the youngest didn’t help any either, I was constantly competing with them and demanding to have the upper hand. For some reason, though, it seemed impossible.

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

“I am alright, my parents just texted me and said they were on their way back. I will text you when they get here.”

It’s Tabbi, and I just wanted to let you know that I miss you and I wish I could’ve seen you for more than 15 minutes when you came to visit, because there’s something I’ve been needing to tell you and I wanted to do it in person but since that doesn’t seem like an option anymore I decided to write you a letter instead. This is difficult to tell you, because I don’t want you to be disappointed in me. I’m having a baby, so you’re going to be a great grandpa! I know I’m young and still in school, but I have to accept that my birth control failed and now I’m going to be responsible for another life in this world. Mom and I have discussed numerous times what my plans are and how I can still follow through with them, So, obviously and unfortunately I will no longer be cheering, but I don’t plan to stop school at all. After

“I… Um…I was hoping I could find someone to help me. My sister… she’s missing…”

“No, I’m not busy. I have to ask if I can come but I’m sure she’ll say yes. I probably have to clean my room first though, so it might be a while.”