Writing Prompt

*Note-this is a continuation of a story I wrote awhile ago for a different but similar prompt. This will be stand alone, but it will make more sense if you look up the original in my profile*

Melissa stroked the grey hair of the elderly woman shivering in the bed in front of her. “I don’t remember…” she muttered as her eyes blinked twice and closed.

“Get some rest, Hellen,” Melissa cooed as the ...

“Kenedi come see this, hurry. You’re going to love it!”

“Ok, here I come. What is it?”

As Kenedi arrives to Traci's room, she sees Traci standing in the middle of the room with something in her hand.

Traci lifts the soft cap shaped object made of silicone gel to eye level for both of them. She states in a normal tone, “I place this on my head when nobody is around so I can relax. I close my eyes,...

“It’s easy,” Rayn says as she pulls off her coat, breathless and glowing with excitement. “I can show you!”

I sigh and sink into the sofa. I don’t have time for this. It’s already hard enough to get by, selling memories just to provide today’s dinner. Rayn’s fleeting moments of whimsy don’t make it easier, as I watch her get let down each time.

Each time, she has to sell it. She doesn’t lear...

Memories. The twisted currency of our world.

I was born in the slums of the earth. Both Mum and Pop owed money to multiple gangs through gambling, so the rival gangs teamed up just to rob them of everything. All of their memories, leaving them as shells, husks of who they were.

I wish they had taken me too.

***

At the age of six, I realized something was very wrong.

Having been taken into an ...

All you have to do

Is sit and think

Really go back

And remember

The good

The bad

The Old

The sad

Let you thoughts flow

It’s the opposite of meditation

It’s

Intentional

Thinking

Try it

You may be

Amazed...

I run a company.

I sell goods.

These goods are really quite useless.

I charge a memory to make a new one.

But people are stupid, and have given away all their memories of me scamming them in the past, so they keep coming back.

My business is simple. I take their memory, briefly enjoy it, and file it away in the register. Then, I send them over to my one employee (though I don’t remember his n...

_In light of critical environmental concerns, the U.S.  government is implementing a new economic system where memories are utilized as currency. This innovative approach aims to reduce resource consumption and waste by shifting value from material goods to personal experiences. Citizens will now trade, store, and utilize memories in transactions, promoting a sustainable and conscious lifestyle. T...

Is it love?

Are you lying?

Do you love me?

Ah…now I’m crying.

Where’d you go?

Did you lie,

When you said

“I love you”

Or did you just stop.

Do you still love me?

Do you think of me?

Am I still in your mind

Like you are in mind?

Why did you leave?

You lied

Lied

Lied

Lied

Lied

Lied

Lied

And I thought

Thought thought.

It was love....

“In a world where memories are currency,” Desperation said in its best movie voiceover voice.

Dropping his arms, Pemberley rolled his eyes. The weight of the retro-style barber chair shifted. Shai groaned. She pushed the end of the chair she was carrying hard smacking her partner in crime in the chest.

“Where the wealthy live in blissful ignorance,” Desperation said adding more bravado to its ...

“Yes! I finally figured it out.”

“What?” He asked.

“Isn’t it obvious,” she replied.

“No Ali. You are a thief. You could have picked a lock or found a solution to our currency.”

She smiled. “The latter.”

He face whipped up from the book he had been reading. Shock painted his expression.

“How?!”

“I found out we can retrieve them. When they are taken out, they aren’t truly gone. There is still a sma...