8 of 100: You receive a letter in the mail with no return address. Inside is a single sentence written in beautiful, swirling handwriting: “You forgot who you are, but we remember.”
Write a short story, poem, or reflection based on this mysterious message. Who sent it? What did you forget? What happens next?
M.E.M.O.R.Y.
Morning
Each day I wake my eyes disclose,
Velvety curtains I never chose,
Wrapped in warmth not my own,
Beside strange plants lovingly grown.
Velvety curtains I never chose,
Wrapped in warmth not my own,
Beside strange plants lovingly grown.
Evidence
Etched by my bed, a note’s soft plea,You’ll fade again, but we hold the key.
Fear strikes my pulse, yet words ignite,
I rise, I seek, I choose to fight.
I rise, I seek, I choose to fight.
Muddle
The world around hums low and bright,
A scent, a flash, a glance of light.
Familiar scenes with frames inferred,
A song that mildly stirs a buried word.
Familiar scenes with frames inferred,
A song that mildly stirs a buried word.
Overture
Onward by noon, a letter my hands embrace,
Beautiful, swirling script my fingers trace.
You forgot who you are, it whispers low,
But we remember, together. My heart aglow.
Remnant
An image, a vow, a pleading tone,A name that weighs heavy like a stone.
A flare of love. A hand in mine.
A whispered stay, bubbling in brine.
A flare of love. A hand in mine.
A whispered stay, bubbling in brine.
Yielding
And every night, as the sun descends,
Someone sits down to craft amends.
Someone sits down to craft amends.
They desperately record the ache I keep,
The truth that dissolves into my sleep.
The truth that dissolves into my sleep.
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