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Different writes for different days. Early morning hangover haze. A wonderful night went thru to morning. Birthdays should come with a government warning. Drunk a lot but didn't get slaughtered.
I'm starting off at writing short pieces like this which may even lead up to longer ones, I apologise for it not all being as well written as some of those that are here on Opuss but I did my best...
They say time is a great healer But I can't agree I was one of the lucky ones Or am I, I can no longer see Blinded by an artillery blast But at least I made it out alive I lock away those memories I...
The room was a dark blue grey kind of colour and I was sat alone in the corner on a cold hard surface floor. It felt damp, I began to shiver and was suffering from confusion.
The guard find Laila then she was smiling at the guard and say what do you want 3:D.
Everybody thinks that they would like to know, What the future holds for them, What lies beyond their everyday lives, Especially when something bad happens, They think that if only they had...
-Part 2 As I kicked the pebbles off the path and onto the road I tried quite desperately to remember the way into the village. Was it first or second turning at the farm shop.
Chapter 1 I was rushed to the hospital that night , after the horrifying accident had occurred. I opened my eyes , my vision was fading. Blurry faces was all I could see.
Loading the machine up with more of the tonnage of household washing one morning, reaching into the cupboard for the powder.
Your fingers rest around the mug, rubbing the surface worriedly.
You don't remember me but..... We used to be such good friends The laughter we shared Why did it ever have to end.
"Are you okay, Freya?" Aurora asked. "Don't you remember. Reswart broke the spell years ago" She looked concerned, worried. I shook my head.
How could a memory be crushed. I asked myself that question and its possible by when you have a memory with someone and the memory with that special person is why you'll never forget.
He was standing there. Waiting for the green man. The green man arrived. But his stride just never began. People pointed but he never did notice. His stare fixed straight down at the road.
My feelings are getting old, And they're going to die one day. But on to them I'll try to hold So you won't fade away. My fingers on them are slipping And I'm not sure if I can reach.
Sits in her chair, Sometimes just stares, All that she can talk about is flowers in the garden. Doesn't hear my words, Locked up in her own world, Shell is on, she's all gone, truly hardened.
A metal note, Just one or two. Things to remember, Things to do. Wash the dishes, Hoover the floor. Before I know it, There's four or five more. So many notes, So many reminders.
Ethan had walked miles into the fog looking for a way out. This had become a daily routine, a way to keep himself sane while the fog surrounded him.
I don't recognize, My own reflection, In the mirror. That's how long it's been. I stare, And stare, And I still don't know, Who she is.
One reason I am here, waffling on here, is simply because I am worried about forgetting everything.
I try to think long and hard, but there is this annoying branch ticking to the window. Everytime I think I almost have the answer, it's gone almost as quickly as it came.
I sit here, in my high backed chair And watch the world go by Although my world is one small room A room in which I'll die Sometimes some people visit me They say they're family But I never married...
#emotion I get confused these days At least that's what the wife says I put it down to getting old But it's not just that, or so I'm told Like when I caught a bus Oh my goodness, what a fuss.
This is the beginning. I'm sure of it. I can't start anywhere else. 'The beginning of what?' you may ask. Well, the beginning of my story. The beginning of me.