Fragment Memories
Hell his memories of them were all bad. he was never allowed to do much with out being questioned and whenever he did get out it was for a very limited time.
Reunited Memories
memories of drawings and stories and hours at a computer chatting with others who did the same thing. i remembered who i used to be...who i still am. but most importantly i remembered why i didn't fully fear my new friend here.
My Memory
On the fourth day back, he looked at a group of photos on a shelf, fond memories starting to flow into his mind. examining every photo individually his heart fell as he came across their first photo together at adventureworld.
Dead Memories
"my memories have been kind of dead lately. when did you get back?" "last night. i was gonna' call you, but i couldn't be bothered." she winked. half of the things naomi said made very little sense.
Last Memories
With loving voice i told her i love her one last time before my world went dark and my memories were cast to the winds.
Awakened Memories
I bade eddy good night, and slowly slipped off to sleep, unable to shake those eerie blue eyes from my memory.
A Painful Memory
> "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours > But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor and > When I die, I expect to find > Him laughing" > -Martin Gore of Depeche Mode, from Blasphemous Rumours Johnathan could hardly contain...
Burning memories
While seeming to be of the same species as the one from its memory, it almost filled the entire opening.
Beautiful Memory
Nbsp; sweet smelling siren, delectable recipe love, i know that_ _ he's a beautiful, beautiful memory
Family Memories
You also can't shake off that memory of him shoving your face against his sweaty armpit, as an attempt to mess you up with his very musky and strong scent that he, at the time, assumed would gross you out and push you away.
Memories of a Fox
I had my camera; batteries and loads of memory cards lay out before me, ready to capture a piece of untouched beauty. it was here that i got to know the fox better.
Memories: A Poem
White fur as crisp as winter's snow, black paws the night's darkest. Same too your maw, a visage unfeeling. But a heart of gold you didn't show, neither did your eyes. They told me a sad tale, one of longing I surmise. Of young passions lost to...