Screaming loud enough to turn back the wind. (
whatawaytoburn) wrote in
rainbowfic2012-08-06 08:55 pm
Entry tags:
Iceberg: Holidays
Name: Charley
Story: Untitled – I'll ask for a tag when I've got a name for it.
Colors: Iceberg (Holidays)
Word Count: 184
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: A creature made of memory isn't allowed to have his own.
Remember, remember, remember.
Say it three times and it stays in your mind. Say it three times and it's true.
He says it three times, says all the important things under his breath over abnd over again in an attempt to remember. It never works though but he can't keep that in his mind, kcan't keep it from escaping with so many other thoughts.
He wants o remember little things, remember the holidays he's supposed to celebrate, remember the names of people he's met but he can't, nothing stays, nothing stays, nothing stays.
He is a creature built on memory, a creature woven together from the thoughts of others but he can't keep any for himself, there's no room for his own thought when so many others are crowding them out.
He wants to remember that the world will be there when he opens his eyes, that he isn't opening them for the first time.
But he's not allowed,. So instead he'll open his eyes for another first time, walk through the world on careful feet and pray that today, things might be different.
Story: Untitled – I'll ask for a tag when I've got a name for it.
Colors: Iceberg (Holidays)
Word Count: 184
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: A creature made of memory isn't allowed to have his own.
Remember, remember, remember.
Say it three times and it stays in your mind. Say it three times and it's true.
He says it three times, says all the important things under his breath over abnd over again in an attempt to remember. It never works though but he can't keep that in his mind, kcan't keep it from escaping with so many other thoughts.
He wants o remember little things, remember the holidays he's supposed to celebrate, remember the names of people he's met but he can't, nothing stays, nothing stays, nothing stays.
He is a creature built on memory, a creature woven together from the thoughts of others but he can't keep any for himself, there's no room for his own thought when so many others are crowding them out.
He wants to remember that the world will be there when he opens his eyes, that he isn't opening them for the first time.
But he's not allowed,. So instead he'll open his eyes for another first time, walk through the world on careful feet and pray that today, things might be different.

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