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The mist swam around her ankles, as if trying to swallow them into it's body. The trees framed the field, trapping both her and the mist into its twisted picture. What was she doing out here.
No milk again. He checks the fridge for the seventh time Each time asserting its presence Replaying the revelation over and over.
I can see you looking As my mind, it wastes away I can see you crying Wishing I would stay My body is quite healthy But my memories, they seep This disease is taking me And all you do is weep Some...
Ryan I was worried about Anna on her first day at school, but I needn't have been. By the time I met up with her for second lesson, she was overjoyed.
We all jumped and looked around frantically for the source of the voice but found nobody. 'Don't be frightened, my dears. We're just going to be playing a little game.
Ryan She was strange. One moment strong and proud, the next shy and quiet. I couldn't understand her.
I felt the blood rushing in my ears; bringing me back to my heartbeat-which was fast-I tried to force an eye open, white light entering and temporarily blinding me.
You used to have a name. That I can't remember now. I'm sure that in the future. It'll all come back somehow. You used to be so raucous. You'd back me in my fight. And in a quiet moment.
The wagon ambled on at a slow pace, considerably less shaky now that they were on a road. "So, why were you wandering alone out in the desert?" Norris asked, leaning forward to pat one of the oxen.
Hurry you up, hurry you up, hurry you up. No call for that. How much is that John. I've no stockings on. Take them wee shoes off Mammy. Run on, run on, run on, run on. Gimme them. Where’s the...
'Stacy, Stacy!' He awoke naked in a cold sweat, heart pounding fast, screaming for his sweetheart.
I dreamed a dream last night. Message vivid, colours bright. An Opuss dream it was, I'm sure. If I could remember it at all. I can't remember even a snippet. With my coffee as I sip it.
I woke up to blurry vision, bright lights and spasms of pain taking hold of my body. I yelled out and was greeted by a figure yielding a needle that was promptly shoved in my arm.
Paperclip. Holding my memories. Keeping them in their place. Reminding me of things gone by. Paperclip. Creasing the photograph of you in my diary. I wanted to keep it perfect.
Chapter 5 The streets were empty. Old people walked their dogs. Cars drove by. It was an ordinary Tuesday . I walked beside James. I didn't care much about speaking.
Oh my goodness deary me,. I've gone and lost my front door key,. Where it's gone a mystery,. Oh deary, deary, deary me,. My mobile phone was just the same,. A daily thing I've got no brain,.
She dances on the floor. To show that she still can. She dances all day long with. An imaginary man. She had a partner once. For the Paso Doble. He's been gone a long time. But she holds him anyway.
Blast. I came in here for a thing or a deed, Me and my mind, we had agreed, This was the place, But it's gone without trace. Those blasted Event Erasers there, I never think to prepare.
I sighed. Something deep inside my heart, something I couldn't normally reach, fluttered and sparkled when I saw Phillip. I felt I could trust him, that he would protect me if something went wrong.
Mr Collins didn't know why his trousers were dusty..... At that moment there was a knock at the door "Joe are you awake?" a voice said, Mr Collins didn't reply.
After talking to a relative of a service user at work I came up with this poem x My mother has dementia It breaks my heart in two, To realize the one you love Can not remember you.
The left road was busy. Heads were bobbing around and I couldn't see anything, but this didn't hide the fact I could smell coffee. Everyone was taller than me, so I followed my nose.
Hot, hot I'm so hot, I've forgot My name, It begins with an A No wait, a K Maybe a c Or a h But I'm still so hot Hot, hot, so hot That I've still forgot my name, It's something simple, like...
It was so... Colourful. I had no true memories of my past life, but all of the swirled images that invaded my thoughts every so often, were black and white.