memory
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This was my first round entry in the NYC Midnight Scary Story Contest 2026. It placed second in Round 1. My prompts were a wedding, a flutist, and floating. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! *** A plea spoken into the void becomes a refuge in the darkness. A…
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Once upon a time and place I saw a smiling face. Arms took me in an embrace once upon a time and place. I was young and full of woe. You didn’t even know – you were my safe place to go for I was young and full of woe. Even as you held me…
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The rain falls and a light shines through the mist. One star burning bright, banishing the shadows. The raindrops tell of better days – different days. Infinite moments, disappearing into the earth. The rain falls and no light shines through the mist. One way revealed into the shadows. The path disappears beneath my feet. And…
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There is a place that I remember well though never have I seen its setting sun, nor have I walked its streets of gold or listened to a bird sing up above. And yet I know its rivers run so clear, I hear its babbling brooks and rustling leaves. I feel its winter snow caress…
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Tell me of a summer’s day when the sunlight shone so bright, chasing loneliness away though the day still turned to night. Tell me of a summer rain, warm and soft as true love’s touch that freed me from the searing pain of longing for you far too much. Tell me of the summer morn,…
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A breeze caresses my cheek and I hear waves breaking on a sandy shore. Breathing deep the salty air, I take one step into a beam of sun. And I know that it has shone forever. I hear your voice and I walk until the sand gives way to stone beneath my feet, and I…
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The little bird watches from a gilded cage. Singing songs of sunny days, falling leaves, pouring rain. A cold wind blows the treetops, and the little bird watches. Her wings open, ready, but never does the wind lift her up. And she sings on. The gilded cage hangs in the window. I listen to the…
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When the world begins again I remember dreams of springtimes past blossoming in every petal, bright and shiny in the morning of forgotten past regret. I cry as the rain begins to fall. Gentle though the spring rain glistens, I remember. I turn away as the last flower rears its head, and to it give…
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Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Knospen sprangen, Da ist in meinem Herzen Die Liebe aufgegangen. Im wunderschönen Monat Mai, Als alle Vögel sangen, Da hab ich ihr gestanden Mein Sehnen und Verlangen. [In the lovely month of May, When all the buds were blooming, That is when in my heart Love welled up. In…
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In the moonlight a shadow loomed, growing as a pool of blackest night spilling over. A cry echoed and then one more. But silence reigned supreme. I watched, lonely, as the moon fell to the earth. I reached out one hand. I did not catch it. Through my fingers slipped the light as water falling,…