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Nostalgia...
Nostalgia...
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Why is it always nostalgia...
I sit on the dirt, staring aimlessly at the road before me. My chained arms hug my knees. I remember the countless times I've lost a friend, or gained a new one. The countless times I begged my mom to let me off homework for just a day so that I could see my older brother. The countless times my dad took me on walks to the grocery store because we needed lunch meat and flaming hot Cheetos. The countless times I stayed awake all night reading a book. The countless times I thought back to scenes from music videos or moves or video games, haunted by their happy times. Being genuinely horrified by the tragic accident of a character, and why they'll never see their family ever again. The scientist that is afraid to pick up the phone. The hero and their PTSD. All these things drift through my head. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to tug at these chains that keep me from growing up, and getting a life of my own, a life that regards these memories as meaningless and childish. But then I stop, and I think. What am I doing? Why let go of all this? Because it causes me pain? No. This is not the bad pain. This is the pain that keeps me human. This is the pain that keeps me sane. I will not let this go. The nostalgia is what makes me Me. My personality. My likes and dislikes. The kind of action that amuses me. My family ties. All this is determined by what I label 'Nostalgic'.
Nostalgia.
This is why it's always nostalgia.
submitted by Take a guess.
(October 13, 2018 - 2:16 am)
(October 13, 2018 - 2:16 am)
This is... interesting. Is this, like, a solo write or an RP? Or even a Round Robin?
Keep writing!
(October 13, 2018 - 4:35 pm)
Cool!
(October 13, 2018 - 6:28 pm)
I love this. It made me cry.
(October 14, 2018 - 1:10 am)
Wow, yep. I definitly relate to that.
(October 14, 2018 - 8:02 am)
Wow this is so relatable.
(October 14, 2018 - 10:02 am)
Are you going through this, or is it a story? If you're feeling nostalgic like this, I'm really sorry for you. If it's a story, it's very relatable.
(October 14, 2018 - 12:51 pm)
Hey guys. Confession: I wrote this. It's not as serious as it seems from the writing, but I do look back on the past a lot. And I get fairly emotional about it, although I never get to tell anybody that, nor do I ever want to because I am not an emotional human being.
What I'm trying to say is, this wasn't from experience, it was from insparation derived from my mental state thinking. :P I don't need help (at least I don't think so), I am mentally stable as far as I know. XD
I'm glad you guys were moved by it, my entire writing life I've been trying to learn how to play on people's heart strings.
P.S. @Coraline I'm sorry for making you cry...
(October 15, 2018 - 6:04 pm)
You have learned how to play heartstrings very well Rogue, your writing is music to my eyes (Ears? Eyes? I've confused myself)
(October 15, 2018 - 6:53 pm)
I relate to this so much. Thank you for letting me know that I'm not alone.
(October 15, 2018 - 7:15 pm)
*Bows* A pleasure. Now. I must ask. Can you please post for Noctiluca on the WOF thread? PLEASE???
(October 15, 2018 - 10:27 pm)
Don't look back. Don't say you want to stay. Even though you want to. Remember, you fell into this world by accident. You made friends with your monsters, and you fought your way through the hardships together. You will never see them again if you leave. They'll never forget you, and you'll never forget them. You try to convince yourself they'll always be with you in your heart, but what good is this? Are you really together if you're not making new memories to together? You stop, trying to fight back the tears. They're silent behind you, knowing what you're thinking because they're thinking about trying to stop you. They want you to stay, but will you? What will you gain by leaving your monsters behind? They are your friends, and they are the only ones who you know have really cared about you.
Whirling thoughts.
Trickling tears.
And a sharp pain in the heart.
You clutch at your chest, trying to find the knife that wounded you more than you thought possible. You fall to the ground, and they rush to support you. They only push the blade deeper. How can you leave them behind? How could you even think of betraying their love and support? Tears stream down your cheeks, and the blade twists and riles inside your heart. Unable to bear it any longer, you cry out in pain. The knife's cold bloodlust vanishes. You look around. Your monsters are gone. You begin to weep, but at the sound of the first tear hitting the ground the sobs subside. You understand. You know where they went and why.
They went away. They left because they realized they were hurting you. They left because they love you. They left because they know now that they'll have to find another way to get to you because they can't leave you alone.
And you're glad. You're glad that the pain stopped. You're glad they won't be watching you leave. Over all this, however, the feeling of certain exitement lights up your face. That certain exitement you get when you're waiting for something you can't live without.
You know you'll be waiting for your monsters.
(October 21, 2018 - 12:12 am)
Hey guys do you want to make this an RP? No charrie sheets, just writing? I think this would make a great setting.
(October 21, 2018 - 12:17 am)
(October 21, 2018 - 1:37 am)