Virtual Memories
I gaze up at the bright blue sky, the very same sky that held the memories of my fulfilled life. Smiling softly at the slowly changing, yet constant, presence that had watched over me my entire life. I felt glad.Not only was my life long, but it was enjoyable. Watching the clouds slowly drift past, my memories do the same. The happy, the sad, the exciting, everything from as far back as I could recall floated in and out of sight.I feel my body tense and ache as the scenes of graves unfold before me, the pain swells back as the face of my wife seemed to appear in the clouds. I didn’t cry, I didn’t feel like crying even if I could.But I just continued to gaze.Unlike the world around me, the sky was unchanging. Even if the color or shape changed, the sky would always be there to show me memories. From the time I wake to the time I fall back into unconsciousness, the sky would envelop me, showing me, reminding me, what I have experienced.It never occurred to me that one day the sky would just stop.Unlike everyday the sky had faded into a nothingness. Not only was there “nothing” there in a literal sense but also in a more spiritual sense. My memories had stopped flowing, there was no color, I couldn’t sense the life that was present for as long as I had lived.Before I knew it my vision grew blurry and the world around me warped, it was like I left that world.I was in complete darkness.I couldn’t sense a body, but a barely intact mind.As I float in what seems like empty space light suddenly fills my mind as I once again feel a body- a soul.Vision then slowly blurs back into comprehension as the world slowly re-pieces itself through the slightly transparent helmet. Rows upon rows of theatre-like seats face me, reaching much higher than where I was positioned.Noise started to creep back into my mind as applause fills my eardrums.Still dizzy a man walks up in front of me, once in front of me he stops and begins to speak. “Give another round of applause for our brave tester!” he shouts followed by more applause. With each individual sound my head pounds as it tries to make sense of what’s happening.The helmet slowly raises above my head automatically, sending the crowd’s applause more violently into my skull. The man turns back to face me and offers a hand, it seems like hours before I muster the strength to raise mine enough to reach his. He pulls me up and out of the chair, holding my body upright as I face the crowd again shoving their applause through my pounding skull.He raised his adjacent arm to signal a bigger man from offstage somewhere to grab me, and I was swiftly brought backstage as the booming sound of applause faded along with my headache.When asked about my life, all I could answer was my name and a few odd details that seemed to come from nowhere. When asked who I was I responded with a firm “I do not know”. When asked things like “where was I born” or “what was my favourite color” my mind would come up blank.When asked “do you have a question for us?” I answered “does the sky exist?”.
@PensivePost #story by PizzaPopParlour
I gaze up at the bright blue sky, the very same sky that held the memories of my fulfilled life. Smiling softly at the slowly changing, yet constant, presence that had watched over me my entire life. I felt glad.Not only was my life long, but it was enjoyable. Watching the clouds slowly drift past, my memories do the same. The happy, the sad, the exciting, everything from as far back as I could recall floated in and out of sight.I feel my body tense and ache as the scenes of graves unfold before me, the pain swells back as the face of my wife seemed to appear in the clouds. I didn’t cry, I didn’t feel like crying even if I could.But I just continued to gaze.Unlike the world around me, the sky was unchanging. Even if the color or shape changed, the sky would always be there to show me memories. From the time I wake to the time I fall back into unconsciousness, the sky would envelop me, showing me, reminding me, what I have experienced.It never occurred to me that one day the sky would just stop.Unlike everyday the sky had faded into a nothingness. Not only was there “nothing” there in a literal sense but also in a more spiritual sense. My memories had stopped flowing, there was no color, I couldn’t sense the life that was present for as long as I had lived.Before I knew it my vision grew blurry and the world around me warped, it was like I left that world.I was in complete darkness.I couldn’t sense a body, but a barely intact mind.As I float in what seems like empty space light suddenly fills my mind as I once again feel a body- a soul.Vision then slowly blurs back into comprehension as the world slowly re-pieces itself through the slightly transparent helmet. Rows upon rows of theatre-like seats face me, reaching much higher than where I was positioned.Noise started to creep back into my mind as applause fills my eardrums.Still dizzy a man walks up in front of me, once in front of me he stops and begins to speak. “Give another round of applause for our brave tester!” he shouts followed by more applause. With each individual sound my head pounds as it tries to make sense of what’s happening.The helmet slowly raises above my head automatically, sending the crowd’s applause more violently into my skull. The man turns back to face me and offers a hand, it seems like hours before I muster the strength to raise mine enough to reach his. He pulls me up and out of the chair, holding my body upright as I face the crowd again shoving their applause through my pounding skull.He raised his adjacent arm to signal a bigger man from offstage somewhere to grab me, and I was swiftly brought backstage as the booming sound of applause faded along with my headache.When asked about my life, all I could answer was my name and a few odd details that seemed to come from nowhere. When asked who I was I responded with a firm “I do not know”. When asked things like “where was I born” or “what was my favourite color” my mind would come up blank.When asked “do you have a question for us?” I answered “does the sky exist?”.
@PensivePost #story by PizzaPopParlour
Her last cigarette.
Leaned against her car, she breathes in her cigarette smoke. She promised her father to stop smoking, and she will. This one is the last, and she makes sure to enjoy it as much as she can.The toxic smell fills her lungs with each breath, leaving as she sighs softly, lenghtily, following the pace of her heartbeat. The smoke briefly hides the view in front of her, a deserted land with no one in sight. A yellowish light cascades onto her from the sign above her head. She chose this place to smoke, to make it memorable, to give her bad habit a symbolic period.She concentrates on her feelings. The asphalt beneath her feet. The slight heat of the spring night, idling on her skin with not a single bit of wind to take it away. The dark veil that has been obscurring her thoughts for the past seven years, reminiscent of the blackness inside her damaged lungs. The volutes that swirls away toward the starry sky.Is she ready for that ? She wonders. She knew the moment would come.Exhaling her very last puff, she finally lets go of the butt.As it touches the wet ground, the fuel immediately ignites, setting fire to her shoe still maintaining the gas pump open. She welcomes the burning sensation as her brain finally lets go of her dark thoughts, only focusing on her pain.On how good it feels to finally be free.
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Leaned against her car, she breathes in her cigarette smoke. She promised her father to stop smoking, and she will. This one is the last, and she makes sure to enjoy it as much as she can.The toxic smell fills her lungs with each breath, leaving as she sighs softly, lenghtily, following the pace of her heartbeat. The smoke briefly hides the view in front of her, a deserted land with no one in sight. A yellowish light cascades onto her from the sign above her head. She chose this place to smoke, to make it memorable, to give her bad habit a symbolic period.She concentrates on her feelings. The asphalt beneath her feet. The slight heat of the spring night, idling on her skin with not a single bit of wind to take it away. The dark veil that has been obscurring her thoughts for the past seven years, reminiscent of the blackness inside her damaged lungs. The volutes that swirls away toward the starry sky.Is she ready for that ? She wonders. She knew the moment would come.Exhaling her very last puff, she finally lets go of the butt.As it touches the wet ground, the fuel immediately ignites, setting fire to her shoe still maintaining the gas pump open. She welcomes the burning sensation as her brain finally lets go of her dark thoughts, only focusing on her pain.On how good it feels to finally be free.
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Isn't it's strange that when we sleep, time flies and we don't even feel it?
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When you get into a car with someone and let them drive you somewhere, you are literally trusting that person with your life.
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::: If you explain something over text you are literally spelling it out for them.....
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Forgetfulness
"How ya holding up, Lucy?"I smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since returning home with mom."Hanging in their like a hair in a biscuit. Thank you for asking, Father Barnes.""And your mother?"I sighed heavily as fresh tears began to well in my eyes. I reached for my pack and pulled out my last cowboy killer. I prayed I had another pack in the house laying around so I wouldn't have to go back to the store."Do you mind, Father?"He shook his head vigorously. "Who am I to judge? We all have our unique vices. But I must say, I never took you as a smoker."I exhaled my first hit heavily, feeling the nicotine surge through my veins. "I had quit years ago, shortly after I convinced Mom to stop. But now, with the Alzheimer's she's forgotten that the last cigarette she smoked was when Clinton was in office."This thought caused me to chuckle lightly. Mom had always thought he was easy on the eyes but after Monica told her side of the story I'm fairly certain it made Mom want him even more."I see." He offered a pleasant grin that lost its appeal the more I looked at it, wondering how many others had received this cheap gesture before their loved one moved on to the other side. "Care if I head inside? I'd like to visit with her."I put out my cigarette and began to grab for another. "Of course, go ahead. Watch out for the oxygen cord when you step through the door, don't want you to trip."He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he descended into the home.I grabbed my pack and realized again I had already smoked it empty. Loose pieces of tobacco is the only thing that greeted me.I headed to the driveway to see if I could find another pack in my car.I'm still not sure to this day if I imagined the screams or if they were real, but one thing I know for certain is the boom. The fire. The ever so quick consumption of my mother's home.That pack of Marlboros had apparently been located by my mother.
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"How ya holding up, Lucy?"I smiled, genuinely smiled for the first time since returning home with mom."Hanging in their like a hair in a biscuit. Thank you for asking, Father Barnes.""And your mother?"I sighed heavily as fresh tears began to well in my eyes. I reached for my pack and pulled out my last cowboy killer. I prayed I had another pack in the house laying around so I wouldn't have to go back to the store."Do you mind, Father?"He shook his head vigorously. "Who am I to judge? We all have our unique vices. But I must say, I never took you as a smoker."I exhaled my first hit heavily, feeling the nicotine surge through my veins. "I had quit years ago, shortly after I convinced Mom to stop. But now, with the Alzheimer's she's forgotten that the last cigarette she smoked was when Clinton was in office."This thought caused me to chuckle lightly. Mom had always thought he was easy on the eyes but after Monica told her side of the story I'm fairly certain it made Mom want him even more."I see." He offered a pleasant grin that lost its appeal the more I looked at it, wondering how many others had received this cheap gesture before their loved one moved on to the other side. "Care if I head inside? I'd like to visit with her."I put out my cigarette and began to grab for another. "Of course, go ahead. Watch out for the oxygen cord when you step through the door, don't want you to trip."He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he descended into the home.I grabbed my pack and realized again I had already smoked it empty. Loose pieces of tobacco is the only thing that greeted me.I headed to the driveway to see if I could find another pack in my car.I'm still not sure to this day if I imagined the screams or if they were real, but one thing I know for certain is the boom. The fire. The ever so quick consumption of my mother's home.That pack of Marlboros had apparently been located by my mother.
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"To call woman the weaker sex is a libel; it's man's injustice to woman. If by strength is meant brute strength, indeed, is woman less brute than man. If by strength is meant moral power, then woman is immediately man's superior. Has she not greater intuition, is she of more self-sacrificing, has she not greater powers of endurance, has she not greater courage? Without her, man could not be. If non-violence is the law of our being, the future is with woman. Who can make a more effective to heart than woman?"
~ Mahatma Gandhi
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