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Thursday 16 December 2010

Writing Workshop - Childhood Memories




This week's theme for Sleep is for the Weak's Writing workshop is, Childhood Memories.


Here is my entry.



Memories

It was nothing more then a glimpse, a childhood memory. Fluttering moments of fleeting images stretched tightly across the empty pages of his mind, warming the senses like comforting rays of mid-summer sun. A memory of happier times, of love and laughter, when the world was less black and white but a riot of beautiful cascading colours cocooned deeply within the endless bounds of safety.

At first it had been so clear and vibrant, as if peering through polished glass. Now it was worn and faded like an old, well loved photograph. Dog-eared, torn and tattered in placed but the time weary faces still remained.

How he longed to dip his hands into the shimmering opaline swirls and to be able to pull their brother back to them. Back, as he was then, effervescent innocence barely contained. So full of wonder, of colour, love. Of life.

Filthy shadows simmered and scratched their way into the image, greying the edges and smearing the colours as acid bright flecks of the present burnt through, bleaching out the memories as the embers slowly crackled and died.



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12 comments:

  1. Beautifully written, rich and vivid, a pleasure to read.

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  2. What a great entry. Powerful and amazing use of imagery. Excellent. x

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  3. Wow, that was beautifully written indeed and sad at the end. I'm left with a bitter sweet feeling

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  4. Thank you all for your wonderful comments.

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  5. Absolutely top class, breathtaking writing. Your words have definitely left an imprint on me. Very touching indeed. x

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  6. A lovely post for the workshop, thanks for sharing. Mich x

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  7. I love the way the picture comes to life, and he dips his hands in. But then it is cruelly taken away in the last paragraph. Bittersweet description, beautiful writing. So many powerful images :)

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  8. Such wonderful language, I was totally immersed in this piece. Excellent. xx

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  9. Your imagery is wonderful. TFS

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  10. This is wonderfully written and pulls you in. Brilliant xx

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  11. Really beautiful, brought a tear to my eye x

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  12. I wish I could write as beautifully and expressively as you, a very enjoyable read.

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