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STORY STARTER
Write a story exploring the idea of being forgotten.
Whether it is the narrator that has been forgotten, or an item, or a place, see what ideas come to mind for this narrative.
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When One was born, One was praised, for One was their parents’ pride and joy.
But then Two came along, then Three. Four. Five.
One suddenly seemed to be forgotten in the shadows of their younger siblings.
One, at school, was mildly popular. One had many friends, who all seemed to care about them.
But then One’s parents died. Then Two, Three, Four, and Five.
One’s friends didn’t want to have a...
They say you have two lives; the second lasts until you're forgotten.
But if you were never known in the first place, then you don't quite get that second chance.
After you die, you just sort of... fade away.
No memory; not even a name on a gravestone.
The only thing left of you is your ashes, floating in the air.
Who knows where the wind will take you.
(sorry for the lack of writing, i've ...
In the stillness of the dawn
Nature's beauty unfolds
A symphony of colors drawn
By the hands of gods untold
The gentle rustle of the trees
A lullaby to the soul
A dance of leaves in the breeze
A sight that makes us whole
The beauty of a flower in bloom
A testament to life's grace
A fragrant perfume
That time cannot erase
In the beauty of nature
We find peace and serenity
A reminder of our true ...
I’m insignificant!
Cried the wee grain of sand;
Gather all my numbers,
Spanning deserts and coasts,
Count us all!
Look up at the sky;
Look past it!
The stars outshine the sand.
I’m insignificant!
Cried the star we call a sun;
One hundred thousand light years,
One hundred billion stars,
The Milky Way!
Watch as we churn;
And me-
An average star among brighter.
I’m significant!
A speck of dust su...
I’m so tired
So drained
And empty
Like all the light’s been sucked out of me
Last year these things meant the world to me
Now I couldn’t care less
I couldn’t care less about these fake friends
And I try and try
Not to be so tired
And useless
But nothing works
I guess that’s my purpose
Being used and forgotten
Just like a child’s toy...
I was once a god.
Long ago, when gold was traded for cows
And cows were made of gold.
No one reading this was alive
To know who I was
Or what I did to be forgotten.
Now I lie in my temple
Lined with ruby’s and marble
But nobody comes anymore.
This place is overgrown with vines and weed.
I hate it here.
It was once a place to connect to those who gave their everything for me.
For my empire.
Now ...
It’s strange to know something and it not to know you back. It’s like I was never really there. The ache in my heart tells me I’m here. I’m real . The tightness of my soul tells me I experienced everything, yet you don’t know me. Your beautiful eyes slay me eyes that don’t know me. Eyes that held so much love and wickedness and playfulness, eyes that knew me. These eyes though they see right pas...
It’s a strange thing to be forgotten. It’s not an adjective, or a noun, or a verb. It’s not a feeling. And it’s not a saying. It’s a sense of being that absorbs every single part of you, even if it only lasts a moment.
In relationships, the act of being forgotten begins when someone bright and shiny comes along. Someone with whom your love has no history with, someone they haven’t fought with, a...
I woke with excitement, jolting me from my nest of cozy blankets as though I had been struck by lightning. My feet tangled in my blankets I fell from the bed like a newborn calf attempting his first steps. Paper! I needed paper! Fumbling desperately in the dark for my lamp it finally clicked on and blinded me. It was the wee hours of dawn when the sky was at its darkest blue and my dreams at their...
Yesterday, I took a step back from my life. From the good. From the bad. It’s funny how life goes on without you. People still laugh, cry and die no matter what you do. In the end, you’ll just be another statistic on the news and that’s ok. That’s all most of us are ever destined for. Sure, some of us may do great things, but let’s be honest here, most of us would be forgotten in an instant. Yes, ...
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