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WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a first person narrative from a character who has lost, or struggles with, their memory.
Protagonists who have lost their memories are often hard to characterise because they lack backstory and long-term links with other characters. Think about elements of their personality, speech, and behaviour that you can use instead of backstory to build and develop them.
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I can’t remember the last time I was happy. Yet I remember the last time I wanted to die. What can I do with that because no one can help me and I they can I’m sure they are like 4 years too late. Yo asked me what I wanted to do but I don’t want it I don’t want any of this. I want to be happy and free and full of life but now look at what I have fear and loneliness and misery. So really the only ...
We plunged into the freezing cold water, and swam there, trying to find something to hold on to. I had no idea where we were, or even who we were. All I knew was that I was in a freezing cold ocean with a little boy in my arms that I knew I had to protect. Luckily, I saw a table that had blown off before we did and managed to swim to it and climb atop. It barely floated with our combined body weig...
I woke up screaming. Blankets and clothes stuck to my skin, drenched with sweat. I ripped the covers off, knees bashing the concrete floor. Air. I needed air. I couldn't breathe. I was dying. Where was I?
Doors slammed shut in the distance, footsteps pounding. I didn't care. I couldn't breathe. My stomach twisted in on itself, and I hurled. Hands tried to lift me off the floor, but I fought, lash...
“Where is it?” I mutter to myself. It was right here, or over there. GODS! Why can’t I find it? I don’t even know what I’m looking for but I need to find it.
“Dad?” A little girl said. I think her name was Alice. My daughter? I don’t know. She looked like me, I think. I haven’t looked in a mirror in a few day or so.
“What is it child?” I said “Can’t you see I’m busy.”
“What are you looking for...
“I can’t take care of you like this.”
His voice rumbled with disappointment.
Was he disappointed in me? I wondered.
“I’m fine.” I assured him.
“You’re not fine, you have dementia!”
It was then I realized for the first time that I was deteriorating like a sandcastle abandoned on the beach. The worst part was that my family was taking the toll. The doctors say it’s mild but progressive.
“I’m s...
The frosty air bit at my cheeks, nipped my fingers. It shot through my arms and surrounded my bare feet. It wasn’t a temperature, it was an entity, inescapable, unstoppable and with a mind entirely of it’s own. It would help if I wore a fur. Why wasn’t I wearing a fur? It lay in the snow, right behind me. Why am I out in the middle of the village? Because I sensed something. I needed to be here. T...
My eyes opened and closed. Opened and closed. Desperately not wanting to return to painful consciousness, but some primal part of me feeling the necessity of it.
After many tries, I was able to keep my eyes open long enough to get a look. There wasn’t much to see, it was so dark. I feared I might be blind.
“N-n-no, oh God no,” I was able to mutter through freezing, dry lips. I raised a trembli...
It was there
And then it wasn’t.
I can see it clearly
But then it gets fuzzy.
What happened that night?
Where was I?
Who was I with?
I can feel every neuron in my brain working and fighting to find answers that just aren’t coming.
Why is red the only color I can see?
Why is it everywhere?
Seriously someone tell me what happened here.
I am so confused.
All I see is red....
A stretch of copper light posts stand tall with American flags on the road we drive on. I salute them all with my shaking, pale hand. I remember when my husband came home from the Korean War; he said you have to always salute the flag, because people sacrificed things for that flag that can’t be named. I assumed it was those unsaid things that drove my brother to not be able to return home after j...
it’s hard to remember when you’re trying to forget. forget all the bad things. all the hard things. all the things that made you cry during middle school. ever since he died i’ve tried to forget all the bad things. anything that made me mad or sad. staying positive has always been the answer to all my problems. but you can’t run from sadness. and you definitely can’t run from fear of the unknown....
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