Broken Thoughts

Not really much of anything coherent enough to even call a short story. Just some attempts at trying to piece something together out of the vortex of insanity that is my mind. Started having problems with each of these three attempts and with each problem came the next piece. I couldn't keep my thoughts aligned long enough to even partially complete any of these so I figured I'd post them to see what anyone thought. Here they are.

This is Memories.

Memory. Gift, curse or both? I never have been able to decide which. Memory, so akin to a double-edged sword. Never knowing whether a memory will aid or hinder. Such powerful emotions locked away deep inside a mind that can be brought rushing back with just a thought. Such vivid feelings, so much so that a simple thought, a simple memory can bring you to your knees. Begging whatever higher being you may believe in to make it all go away, to make it all end, to just make it better. So much pain, so much hurt, eternally stored. A memory, can never disappear, it simply fades away into forgotten spaces. Oh how I wish I could just wipe it away, erase these memories, but I can not. Memory fades, always to come back. From my mind through my hands and onto this paper this is my story. These are my regrets. Jumbled and out of sync, nonetheless these are my memories.

Years ago I had a crappy job. Not even out of high school yet I was flipping burgers at the local fast food joint. Don’t get me wrong when I say crappy job I mean it. It had its moments though. Four years saw a lot of people come and go. Four store managers and I don’t know how many assistant managers. Numerous coworkers in and out like the patrons of a Seven-Eleven. But now I’m getting off topic, back to the point. I met a lot of people. Only a handful of the many that came and went were interesting enough for me to make more than basic conversation. This is the story of one of those individuals.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Went the bell signifying the end of the school day. I gathered my stuff and walked to work.

This is the beginning of a group of miscellaneous tales.

Hello. Who am I? Well I will tell you that if only you would care to listen. My name is Arianna. I consider myself normal but others would consider me a bit of a loon. The term “nutter” has been tossed about freely and I am furious. I am NOT crazy. Oh all right, I may be a wee bit odd, but I am not a “nutter”. Well I don’t really know where to begin with how this all started but I will try. It all began in my dreams. It all began when I fell in love with a creation of magic. Fine. A golem if you insist.

Terror filled me as I plunged into the dark forest at the foot of Mount Luverian. Torches and pitchforks at my back I had no choice but to enter the Forbidden Forest. Not a situation I had foreseen myself getting into but the villagers are simple and easily frightened by the unknown. Fear is a powerful motivator. Enough to make them chase a defenseless woman into such an evil place as the Forbidden Forest. Well not defenseless. Did I forget to mention that I am in fact a wizard? These peasants think I practice dark arts and that I am in league with “The Dark One”. I do possess the knowledge of magical arts, but I do not partake of “dark” arts. Alas, the peasants being simple folk, believe that I am evil.

I stumbled into a clearing the light of many torches right at my back. Oh no! They’ve caught up with me.

Finally this is the only one that I am fond of at the moment and it is called Out of the Dark.

Down. Down. Down. Falling endlessly. Awareness floods back to me, as my mind kicks into overdrive. Where am I? What is happening? How did I get here? These are the things that I ask myself. What sort of Hell is this?

Bits and pieces run through my mind, brief sequences of life. Who’s life? Mine? I do not know, words come back to me. Hold your breath. Count to ten. Then start again. Start again. I open my lungs wide and breathe deeply until my lungs feel as if they might burst. Pain. It hurts. One. Two. Three. My vision goes black. Four. Five. Six. I start to panic because I am no longer aware of my body. Seven. Eight. Nine. My mind starts to fade. Everything I am, everything I was, everything I will be, thoughts all jumbled and nonsensical. Ten…

Out of the dark, into the light. My eyes open, bewildered at what I see. White room, so bright, light everywhere. Monsters all around me. So weak. Can’t defend myself. The monsters are making noises to each other. But wait not all of the monsters are the same, two of them are different. Only two don’t have blue skin. Where am I? Who are these monsters? What are they doing to me? One of the monsters with blue skin grabs something. The light gleans off of its surface as the monster wields it towards me. A quick noise, like nothing I have ever experienced before. Then one of the blue skinned monsters wraps me in something that feels soft and nice against my skin. They take me and I feel warm liquid cascading down my skin as they start to rub me with the soft nice thing.

The monsters wrap me in another soft nice thing and take me back to the different monsters and hand me to one of them. She is lying in something, it looks like it is made out of the soft nice thing I am wrapped in. The monster they hand me to looks down at me and smiles. Who is this? Why is she smiling at me? This monster looks beautiful. The other monster that doesn’t have blue skin walks over and lays his hand on the monster holding me and smiles as well. Who is this other monster? Both of the monsters look happy to see me. Why do I feel like I belong? Why do I feel safe? The beautiful monster is talking to the other monster. “Carrick. Let’s call him Carrick.”