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I sneezed, and sneezed. Then again, a powerful burst of air fired from the back of my throat, forming a phlegmy propulsion through the air at a sixty miles an hour towards the unfortunate commuter in front of me. Funny, it only took the mere thought of last night’s pepper steak to trigger this attack.
» Posted By Luke Z On 09.04.2011 @ 5:41 am
The grey blocks lining the wall, that made up the wall, that held each other together and remained strong for the better half of a century, were finally crumbling under the power of the invaders. Their destruction, and that of those within, were imminent.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.27.2011 @ 1:36 am
The silken threads of night wove through the forest branches, as slivers of moonlight gave every leaf a translucent emerald glow.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.24.2011 @ 2:09 am
A sickly-looking gas curled up in front of us, wispy tendrils reaching out from the grate as it spread into the room with poisonous intent.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.22.2011 @ 2:01 am
I hopped onto the uneven metal platform just as the cogs underneath came to life, creaking slowly at first then more smoothly, and soon I was flying past the desert landscape on this peculiar transport.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.21.2011 @ 12:34 am
It was dark outside. The person attending to him was different, now a young nurse with “Danielle” pinned to the front of her uniform. Although her motions were gentle, Joseph found himself wishing she hadn’t succeeded the kindly old woman, the one who would hold his hand, Grace, was it?
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.18.2011 @ 6:21 am
The single syllable went on repeat in his mind, as he tried to fathom what meaning might lie behind the name, the person, the one who sat beside him with all the patience in the world.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.17.2011 @ 2:50 am
The flood of memories surged, as more faces and names swam into Joseph’s mind, but the tide began to wane and lap away, as they gradually disappeared. It might have been better not to have remembered, that he would not have to bear the punishment of losing them again.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.15.2011 @ 2:34 am
The elderly woman turned to look at Joseph directly, and crinkles of a benevolence too long unseen met that of Joseph’s. His recent discovery from endless hours of fruitlessly searching his memories bore a peculiar joy unique, and for once in a very long time he felt at home.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.13.2011 @ 2:17 am
Joseph asked his mind, “What have you done with my past? Where did all my memories go? Is that Grace beside me? But I can’t remember, who is she?”
He received no answers.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.12.2011 @ 2:02 am
There was a number on his wrist. Joseph fingered the elastic band, rotating it about the skinny frame that remained of his arm, glancing over the letters and numbers that identified him as one of the elderly ward.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.11.2011 @ 2:59 am
Joseph looked at elderly woman on his right. The intense disorientation and unsatiated desire to know who it was that spent all of his waking hours attending to him, caring about him, was driving him crazy.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.10.2011 @ 12:29 am
The blank ceiling held a widespread canvas across the reaches of the elderly ward. Spotted here and there with a light at even intervals, it allowed Joseph to roam across his thoughts in tranquility.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.08.2011 @ 12:58 am
Joseph toyed in his hands a peculiar plant. It was a gift from his grandson, who he did not remember at all. He turned the bulbous root around in his hands and wondered its significance.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.06.2011 @ 4:57 pm
why is everyone so locked up into writing up definitions of the word of the day? this place is for people to write blah, whatever floats into your mind, perhaps a creative gem begging to escape the confines of mundane daily life.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.06.2011 @ 4:47 am
Trapped in the small white room saturated with light bouncing off the spotless walls, Joseph found himself locked away from the world, away from his past, away from any notion of the joys he might have experienced many years ago.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.05.2011 @ 4:47 pm
She oversaw all that went along in Joseph’s life. Perhaps ten, twenty years ago it had been the other way around, him ordering, demanding, overseeing everything. Now she was the boss, and took to every detail to make his final years better.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.05.2011 @ 2:37 am
He was fighting his own mind. It held secrets of the past, keys to his happiness, secured beyond layers of forget and the membranes of time. It would not yield his memories. Level with me! Joseph’s strangled cry echoed across the vaults of his subconscious.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.04.2011 @ 1:22 am
There was a gentle rumble beside the bed, growing in intensity and deepening to a baritone roar, before a sharp click indicated that the water had been boiled. Grace then held the cup of chamomile tea to his lips.
» Posted By Luke Z On 08.02.2011 @ 11:10 pm
Suddenly, Joseph was borne on wings through every moment he had ever lived, drinking in the precious flickers of joys, of griefs, of all the flavours that made up his life amongst the community of friends, who were now departed
» Posted By Luke Z On 07.31.2011 @ 11:40 pm
The ceiling was quite empty, and white. Was there a small insect scuttering across the diagonal of the upside down surface? Joseph mused on these things, while he continued to be denied of any recollection of the past.
» Posted By Luke Z On 07.29.2011 @ 4:28 pm
She gazed at the magazine pages for slight amusement; sitting beside a clean white bed of an unresponsive beloved bore few pleasures.
» Posted By Luke Z On 07.29.2011 @ 3:11 am
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The stage band played a familiar tune, soaring through the clouds of Joseph’s mind and past the mists of time.
» Posted By Luke Z On 07.28.2011 @ 3:17 am