09/04/18
Day 3
Imagine you're looking through a collection of short stories. One of the titles catches your interest. That's the story you want to read first. What might the title be? Invent a title that would make you want to read the story. Now, write a story to go with that title...
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Title: Faded Memories
I have very little recollection of my childhood. Whenever I tried to recall something the it would start to bubble up, only to fizzle away. I would find this odd if only my life wasn't as mysterious as looking through a kaleidoscope for the answers to the meaning of life.
I was average.
My life was not.
I grew up in a room where only a few poorly drawn images were hung. The walls were always white and my schedule was pretty routine. I was free to walk about, but was never free to leave. It was something that came to my mind sometimes, but it was never something I could see myself doing.
I became use to the people I called my guardians in this place. There were four of them. Two women, and three men. One of the women worked the front desk to the facility. Her name was Grace and she was always warm and welcoming. When she smiled it was like lighting a candle in a dark cave, knowing that there was still a vast amount of abyss ahead, but not caring because you knew the light would never die.
Then there was Kate. She was a nurse and it seemed everyone liked her. She was a darker complexion than Grace and they were polar opposites of one another. Kate was pretty sassy, but she was also quite honest. Some people thought it wasn't very good thing for her to posses, almost as if she was holding a box full of secrets that could at any moment fall out and shatter onto the floor. Yet, a lot of people liked this about her.
I liked this about her, but what I really liked most about her, were the tiny treats she'd sneak to me late at night when I was younger. When I was sad thinking about the true parents I never knew. She was sneak in, pat me on the shoulder and gently place the chocolate in my hand and say "They're missing out on something great."
After Kate there was Peter. If I was to think of Peter as any kind of family, he would be the quiet playful brother. Peter was one of the cooks. He had a stern face and a beard and mustache, but he was funny when not many people were around. Quiet amongst the staff, but playful with the children. This was Peter. He was like my older brother. He was also a great chef. I'm afraid that he'll be leaving us soon, unfortunately.
Then of course you have to have a mother and father right. Well those two would be the two doctors who bicker quite often. Doctor Hoffman and Doctor Addison. Two completely different men with their own families, sometimes they share similar ideals and other times they'd just bicker and debate until they decide to just research and come to a conclusion on who was closet to the truth.
They don't quite bicker in front of me, but someone once told me they bickered in front of them quite often. It was a silent kind of bickering. Back and forth. They didn't raise their voice. No. It's probably because they feel they're beyond that. As if debating quietly was some kind of reward that doctors were only capable of obtaining.
Then there's Jolie. He's my next door neighbor and he stays in the room next to me. I would say that Jolie is my younger sister and I have to protect him. He's has quiet as a mouse, but I understand him in volumes that only a lot of these people can imagine. I've seen his life. I've seen the isolation. I'm seen the darkness in his mind. And all it took of me was a tap of his hand and poof! There, right in front of me, there it was. the beast that connected the two of us.
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Here's day 3. I honestly had no title in mind! I just imagined that I was walking through the library and picked up a book and saw the image on the front. I think if this were a book the cover would be dark and wispy with a figure on the front, almost like someone is standing on the opposite side of a frosted window with bars.
I imagine the main character has having dark brown hair that is shoulder length and dark brown eyes. She's in her early twenties now.
But if I was to read a tiny synopsis of this book I'd probably check it out. Writing without a thought of where the story is going is a bit interesting. I use to write this way back in middle school, but I've become a bit more structured due to school. Now that I've graduated, I'd like to try and incorporate both. It's a little unnerving because I'm not sure where the story might go, if it makes sense, etc.
But I guess that's the point of free writing. Then go back and re-read what is written and organize it.
Something I was surprised about were the staff she calls her family. She's not in a mental institute by the way lol I'm sure it might seem that way. This idea, as I was writing, seemed to have stemmed a bit from a dream I had months ago. It's about people with unique minds. Minds that are capable of harming others, so they are placed under special care.
I think the thing that doesn't make sense to me, now that I think about it, is that she says she doesn't remember much from her childhood, but that she remembers Kate bringing her candies into her room late at night. You'd think this is something she can't recall, but I imagine it's because Kate is still a part of her life.
I think the best person to take this from is my younger sister. She can't recall a lot from our childhood. But it's like if she said she doesn't remember me, or even a small detail about she and I as we were growing up, that would be odd to me because I'm still a part of her life.
Now if we spoke about my aunt who passed away long before I even knew her, and I don't really recall her as a person so much as I recall small things that we use to do at her home, I think this makes more sense. But if she were still here, I'd be able to make more memories with her, despite the fact that I can't recall every little detail.
Well, that's all for now. I think I'll write my thoughts of the writing I produce if I have any. But I'll only place them at the end.
I'm interested to see what the next scenario will be!
Mon
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