May 16th, 2014

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  1. I wish I had the ability to look back to my childhood and remember how simple and easy life was. Now that I am 23 years old, stuck in a job that I hate, with relatively no education all I want is to remember my past, and think about when everything went wrong. I have no memory, I spent most of my childhood waiting to grow up. Dreaming of someday being a famous author. Now if only I could backtrack to the time I stopped working towards my goals and figure out how to get back on the right path.

    By Scott Denley on 05.16.2014

  2. I do not like to backtrack when I forget to do something. I feel as if I am taking up time and wasting time by doing this. Sometimes if I make a mistake, however, I will need to backtrack to find it and to fix it. If I forget or lose something, I need to backtrack to locate it. This probably happens more often than I realize. I especially find myself backtracking to locate my cell phone, and I have had to do this much more lately. Am I getting older and more forgetfu

    By jane on 05.16.2014

  3. I wish I had the ability to look back to my childhood and remember how simple and easy life was. Now that I am 23 years old, stuck in a job that I hate, with relatively no education and over $10,000 in debt, all I want is to remember my past, and think about when everything went wrong. I have no memory, I spent most of my childhood waiting to grow up. Dreaming of someday being a famous author. Now if only I could backtrack to the time I stopped working towards my goals and figure out how to get back onto the right path.

    By Scott Denley URL on 05.16.2014

  4. Remember when we were okay? When you didn’t look at me like I was something rotten. Can you remember when you smiled? Can you remember the first time we kissed? The memories keep fading, like it was too long ago. I must force myself to backtrack or I will lose all that was good about you. Like the way you surrounded me with undying love, or the way you smiled at me when I laughed. I can’t stand the way you look at me now, your eyes shooting arrows at my soul. I can’t stand how distant we are, but what can I say? It’s over, and there’s no going back.

    By Annabelle Stewart URL on 05.16.2014

  5. I wasn’t expecting that vague of a word. Back to the future is a good film. I’ve seen all three. Everyone should see it before they day. Ever wish you could go back in time? To see a part of history or to fix something? Me too. Backtrack. That’s a good method to utilize when you have misplaced something. But what if you forgot where it is you’ve been? Then you’re in deep shit. Especially if that misplaced item was valuable or important in some way. I think the most important thing I’ve ever misplaced was a book. It wasn’t for school or anything. It was just a damn good book.

    By Jessica on 05.16.2014

  6. “I didn’t mean that,” he said, backtracking rapidly. “I meant that you have a big frame.”

    She stared him down with cool eyes. “You said fat. Stick with what you said, you wuss.”

    By mrsmig URL on 05.16.2014

  7. She had to backtrack until she found their old fort they had when they were little. Tears streamed down her face as she remembered playing house and making mud pies. She walked past it and found the old riverbed that dried up that they had swam in when they were little, too. But now that he was gone, they could never do anything together.

    By Bristol URL on 05.16.2014

  8. Sometimes you have to backtrack in order to go forward, but it is very frustrating. This happens when you get lost in the woods, while you are doing research and you discover facts that screw up your thesis, in science when experiments don’t bear out your hypothesis, and when you have to return to “fundamentals” when you are learning a sport. When it happens, you are often angry, frustrated, or discouraged. But if you can remember that it is a natural part of the learning process, then backtracking can feel a little more like what it really is – a part of progress.

    By gmckay on 05.16.2014

  9. She ran up the stairs, trying to backtrack her memory of where her precious bracelet had been left. Her mother’s jade rabbit bracelet that her aunt had given her years ago was something Charlotte had promised her mother she would never lose.

    Charlotte burst through the bathroom door, knowing she would have habitually taken it off before washing her hands. Her eyes finally settled on the bright red cord bracelet with the jade rabbit in between two spherical jade beads.

    By Rosheen URL on 05.16.2014

  10. I walked forward and continued doing so. But then I had to take a few steps back to absorb what had happened. I backtracked, retraced the footprints. I reversed time so that the present would be different. This was so that I could compete with reality. Probably just wanted to interfere with it, see what I can be capable of. The red wristwatch began to burn and I felt a bit unsteady. Standing there became a tiresome endeavor, so I leaned back on the metal wall of what looked like an elevator. Waiting in between the present and past. Nothing came instantaneously. Once I finally regained comfort, I knew that it happened. I reached my stop. I’m back in bed, laptop no longer on my laptop like it was a few minutes ago. The clock on the bottom right read 4:34 PM but the date was two days from the present. Hurriedly, I ran out to check. And everyone assumed their positions exactly as it had been. After the assurance, I went to accomplish the tasks I was given. Quietly and quickly. The members of the backtrack never complained. They worked and that was that. Soon, I had to return to the present. Altering too much of the past would affect more negatively than it had to. I took a deep breath and made my way back to the intermediate. There was a member standing there already who noticed me and nodded as a greeting. I nodded back and stepped in while pressing the return button of the elevator-like mechanism. This was a common thing. Sometimes two or three would be there at once. The limit was six but crowding the intermediate could cause malfunctions. None of us liked to associate with each other. Besides, none of us remember how the others looked. We see so many of them pass at different intervals, it was difficult to recognize any. Of course there’s one or two of my buddies. But we tend to keep the profile low until we leave the mingling world of backtrack members.

    By Nina on 05.16.2014

  11. They found the body on the train tracks.
    “Dear God,” half-whispered Fibs, looking down at the tiniest body they had ever seen, half-decomposed, small, small enough to cradle. “He was just six.”
    Besides him, Brenia looked like she was going to be sick. “He was just a little boy. And they killed him.”
    The smell of rotting flesh was strong in the summer air. Fibs turned away.

    By im softer into my irony URL on 05.16.2014

  12. Poised between belly and spine to spine my breath lingered until the pause awakened new life. Held in the embrace of goodness. Savouring this place my thoughts returned to a time long ago.

    By Eleanor URL on 05.16.2014

  13. Brook wished she could simply turn around and take back everything she had shrieked at him. Of course, he couldn’t leave her – it was impossible to leave anything in the world they shared. But at the same time, he could go away and avoid her. But it was too late for her to backtrack – all of her words had spilled out, as if she had absorbed them from her dictionary and spat them out like seeds.

    By Nova Lee Adamson URL on 05.16.2014

  14. He had said too much. He just knew. He opened his mouth to try and explain but Karie cut him off before he said anything.

    “Don’at want to hear it. Just meet me tonight, okay? And thanks for ruining the surprise.” She began to walk off, but turned. “Do not forget the thing we discussed.” She glared.

    By nerdywordybirdy on 05.16.2014

  15. Backtrack, oh yes, cause that is soo easy, “Just backtrack and you’ll find it” ITS A FUCKING TAN BOOK IN THE FUCKING DESERT! I’M NEVER GONNA FIND IT! motherfuckers cant even help me a little “You lost it you gotta find it yourself” well i might just be finding my ass up your — found it.

    By Jessie D on 05.16.2014

  16. I’ve always been the kind of person that retraces their tracks about fifty times a day because I’m so paranoid that I fucked something up. Not because I actually do fuck up, but just because….what if the one time I don’t check something does happen…where am I then…stuck in the middle of a hopeless situation and unable to blame anyone but myself.

    By Dennis on 05.16.2014

  17. He’s a lit match. She’s trying to figure out how to approach the subject, but he’s a lit match. His face turns red, flames appear in his eyes–not sparks but forest fires, wildfires, huge devastating blazes.
    “What are you trying to say?” he demands. She steps back; can’t set her alight, not now. Still she’s so close.
    “Nothing,” she backtracks, “Nothing at all.”
    “That’s what I thought.”
    Flames flicker and fade with the last remnants of her courage.

    By Claire URL on 05.16.2014

  18. I don’t really know what it means to go back to where you came from
    because really, truly, i’ve been hazy this whole time
    and i haven’t really understood what’s been going on for a couple years
    because i traded my coherent thoughts for bottles of vodka and slowed my wit significantly by the smoke in my lungs

    By Bella on 05.16.2014

  19. Here I was driving along, minding my own business and what happens but I hit road construction, not the frilly little stuff where you have to dodge a few cones, but rather the kind where there is a hole where the road was…… anger.

    By Chase URL on 05.16.2014

  20. Don’t look backwards or you’ll fall. Be careful now; regression is just another name for grief. Spend too much time trying to figure out where you lost yourself along the way and you’ll never see the future. Look up, look ahead, don’t stop, don’t pause, don’t backtrack. Let yourself breathe, let yourself lose the extra baggage – if you lost them in the past, you were never meant to keep them.

    By CaitriaJade on 05.16.2014

  21. blah blah

    By Alex on 05.16.2014

  22. back
    track take
    a step back
    remember the hole you fell through to get there
    remember the rocks
    and the wind
    and the sun
    lunettes de soleil
    wake up
    take a backtrack

    By kani URL on 05.16.2014

  23. “Deb, slow down, please. Backtrack for a second.” The fragile woman in front of him paused, still shaking due to her heart-wrenching sobs filling the air not less than five minutes ago. “You’re saying that…he hit you?”

    “Yeah,” She whispered, raising a hand to her cheek as if reliving the moment. “It’s happened before, Rob…and I’m sick of it.” The fear and worry in her eyes broke him. “I just need…I need you. Please. Keep me away from him.”

    Somehow, Robert managed to push back the anger bubbling inside of him. Instead he wrapped his arms around the brunette tightly as she wept openly into his chest.

    By AJ Kenobi on 05.16.2014

  24. “We’ll have to backtrack!” he said, looking back down the trail. “We can’t get in to the city without it.” He started walking down the hill. Lucy was close to tears. “But it could be anywhere! You had it this morning, didn’t you?” “It was in a safe place,” he replied, “and it didn’t just fall out. It was taken; and I know who took it!”

    By tonykeyesjapan URL on 05.16.2014

  25. I don’t want to backtrack, but I had to let go and I fell. Then I had to reclimb the wall that I had already climbed. But I finally did get the move that I was going for. It only took about three tries.

    By Crystal URL on 05.16.2014

  26. he flew down the stairs crashing through the door. he knew it was here, it had to be. trying to backtrack through the past ten years wasn’t easy. if he didn’t though he was a dead man. they would find him and they would kill him

    By Hisoka URL on 05.16.2014

  27. All she could do now was backtrack through her memories. How old had she been? Twelve? Thirteen?
    Surely old enough to remember. So why couldn’t she?

    By WearyWater URL on 05.16.2014

  28. backtrack alley where I met sally. she had a boyfriend named wily. they met in a lab where he knew everyone and she didn’t. she loved poetry and elephants and he loved Jamaica. they loved on top of violet hill and that was it. then he died.
    no jk. he cheated.

    By Julie on 05.16.2014

  29. In order to finish the project, I had to backtrack. But I didn’t want to backtrack. I wanted it to be done. I wanted it to be done so I could open another bottle of wine in celebration rather than shame. So I could drink half of the Riesling and then dance in my boxers without feeling like I was being judged. So I could get the artificial courage to email my boss and attach a picture of my snarling face shooting two birds from my hands, telling me I was quitting and moving to Nepal.

    By Belinda Roddie URL on 05.16.2014

  30. I had to backtrack in my own mind. Where was I going with this, what was I doing. But I had no desire to change my course. No need too. It was too delightful to feel again, have that electric charge in my heart, my laugh, my smile surging through me when I saw his face and heard his voice. I do enough thinking and rethinking… time to just follow the feeling and rejoice in it. I’ve waited too long to feel the embrace of someone who could make me feel this alive again with his words and a smile. I don’t know how or why me, but I am grateful and content it is me.

    By JDwrites URL on 05.16.2014

  31. As the minutes tick by, the car takes them further and further away from the desert, closer and closer to the end of life as they know it. The Girl sits behind the wheel. The Guy in the passenger seat. Both are sweating profusely and staring straight forward. Dead in the eyes.

    “I wish we could backtrack,” he says. “I wish we could do it right. I wish I could do it better. Do us better. I could be better for you. For us.”

    “We can’t.”

    He knows she’s right, but would never acknowledge it. They drive on.

    By Jessyca (@goawayjess) URL on 05.17.2014

  32. What’s the saying, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink?”

    How’s that for one step forward, two steps back.

    Or there’s the gentle art of coaxing, but even the most stubborn cannot be won over with quick tricks in times of need, as trust is an earned thing. A qualitative substance that is the by product from a relationship of partners, which is the exact opposite in scope for the owner and the owned.

    By Intuition URL on 05.17.2014

  33. That was the one thing he hated most in the world. It brought upon waves and waves of all sorts of negative, depression-inducing feelings; regret, guilt, frustration, sadness… Because, if he is sucked into that world of /him/, he won’t be able to get out for a long, long time. Thinking about how things could have been if he hadn’t done this, hadn’t done that, how much he could have hurt /him/, and himself, less… It made him want to punish himself, want to hurt himself even more, because he’d been such an ignorant, self absorbed, lazy asshole.

    By Lin URL on 05.17.2014

  34. “Won’t they be able to follow us?” he asked, his voice quivering.
    She shook her head. “No. Last night while you were busy sleeping, I backtracked to the last fork and left a false trail headed for the boundary; Draken and his forces will be knee deep in the Dread Swamp before he figures it out,”

    By S.C. Lovelace URL on 05.17.2014

  35. They were caught up in their own conversation and realised they were only telling half the truth. To make any sense of it they had to backtrack over what they had said.

    By Alexandra URL on 05.17.2014

  36. I have to backtrack my mind to remember what I did last weekend. That’s what happens when you have a lot on your mind. You forgot what you be thinking about. Wow, that is seriously crazy

    By Vixen Black URL on 05.17.2014

  37. i meant to say. i was trying to communicate. i didn’t realize that the tenor of my words. i think i was misunderstood when i said… if anyone was offended by my statement… i thank the tea party for their continued support….

    By Lee URL on 05.17.2014

  38. Didn’t think it would end this way. Didn’t expect it to be this bad. But I knew that they would find me. They never fail at finding. No matter where you hide.

    By Amaychan on 05.17.2014

  39. The hardest was to look over one’s shoulder. The past belonged on the impression on the dirt his shoes had left behind. To backtrack and dirty his feet again a second time would be a journey too unsettling and condescending.

    By Peskiper URL on 05.17.2014

  40. Back beyond the legs of experience. Experience that time layed out before you. Back before linear life. Before your soul rooted itself in flesh and bone. Without grasping is the only way to truly backtrack to find “one”s “real” origins.

    By Amber URL on 05.17.2014