Memories
It's been a while since I've been on here, and a lot has changed. My mother was recently admited into the hospital, and this story was a result of a dream that I had several days after she was first admited. It's not what I'm used to writing, and the first thing I've written since my writer's block took hold of me. So please comment, I'd like to improve wherever possible.
This story is a work of fiction by Furr2k. Any resemblance between characters and persons whether living or dead is completely coincidential. Please do not distribute.
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Memories, we all have them. Those dear to us, and those that huant us and threaten to eat us alive. From the time we were born memories were made. Everyone that we knew and held dear to us are kept in memories of the heart. And those who caused us harm and hurt are kept in the spirit, where we continue to learn from them as they make us who we are.
But what if you lost your memories? Who, what would you be? And how would you ever know. Without memories we are empty shells- we have no emotions. However over time memories will be made and emotions will be gained. But how would someone know if they were the same person that they were before?
Yes.... how would we know who we were?
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The night was dark and stormy, lightning flashed between the heavens and the earth as rain fell in torrents. Power was out, just about everywhere. One house that stood on the top of a shallow hill, surrounded by dark grass and dead trees and a wrought iron fence. It was always said to be haunted, both with the appearance of the black wood of the house rotten with age, and the fact that no one ever went in or out. In said house, awoke a single black wolf male. He must have been about sixteen, and was dressed in only a pair of jeans.
His head was throbbing, and as he reached up his right paw slowly to feel his head, he felt warm and sticky liquid pouring slowly from a wound in the side of his head. He groaned and held the wound shut with his paw as he tried to collect himself. He couldn't remember what day it was, he couldn't remember where he was, he couldn't even remember what his name was. He looked around the room he was, hoping for somthing to light up the room. Unfortunately, several moments later, a flash of lightning lit up the world...and the room.
The walls were painted with sprays of blood, the floor home to puddles of the thick red liquid, and bodies were scattered about. They were all wolves, like him. The white female looked up at the ceiling blankly, her eyes open but unseeing. The dark brown male layed curled up on his side, staring at the wall under a close window with those blank eyes. And one grey young female lay on a knocked over table, her back in a very awkward position. Her eyes stared straight at the black male, white and empty.
He thought that these blood soaked people around him should have had meaning to him...memories of any sort. But he felt nothing for them. He couldn't place names or relationships, he couldn't remember at all. He just sat there and stared for a good three minutes, just staring at the bodies he had previously been among.
After a few minutes of collecting himself, he slowly stood up, shaky on his feet at first. He turned and started to slowly explore the building, trying to remember somthing...anything. But nothing came. There was no one else in the house, neither alive nor dead. The next room he entered, there were rows and rows of...somthings. They were colourful, and had different shapes of sorts on the fronts and sides of them, and between the two coloured flaps there were plenty of white pages. He knew he should remember what they were, what they were called. But he didn't. So he continued on. It took him thirty minutes to clear the whole house, and nothing reminded him of anything.
As he was about to enter the last door, he stopped. Movement had caught his eyes. He looked to the side, and a black wolf male stood still, staring back at him. He froze, expecting the other to attack him. But it didn't. He blinked a few times and turned to face this odd plate of glass and behind it the other. And the other did the exact same. That's when he saw that the other had a gash on the side of it's head, bleeding...just like his. He tilted his head in confusion, and as he did so did the other. He straightened his head, and as expected so did the other. He took the time then to actualy take a good look at the other. He was a jet black wolf anthro, male, and looked about sixteen. He had a white patch on his snout, starting just between his eyes and ended halfway down his snout. His fur was medium length, rough, and stiff looking, and not to mention mostly coated with blood. He was rather thin, but had a slim lining of strong muscle in his arms and torso, though he couldn't see the legs.
After a few more secconds of the observing the other, which it seemed the other was observing him as well, he slowly reached up his right paw at the same time as the other. He hesitantly continued reaching out, getting closer to the other's paw...when suddenly his paw was met with a cold, hard, and smooth surface. He blinked a few times and looked down at his paw, the other mimicing his movements and look of surprise. He pulled his paw back and looked acusingly at the shiny/clear surface dividing him and possibly the only other living thing in the house. And the other did exactly the same thing. He decided that it was impossible to pass the divider without injuring himself or the other any further, and hoped that the last door would lead into the room with the other. He turned as with the other, and quickly walked towards the wooden door at the end of the hall. To him, it looked like the other had gotten the same idea as he did, so he hoped to meet up with him on the other side. His surprise was suddenly at it's climax when he saw what lay behind the door. Waking up to see the bodies wasn't nearly close to his next observation. What he saw beyond the door...were clouds, rain, lightning, grass, dead trees, a metal fence, and a large town that lay a little further away.