Something…dark and painful was happening. Cory blinked, finding himself in bed, laced gray boots propped on the bed frame. He rubbed his temples and slowly bent his legs, sitting up. Something dark and painful was happening. He’d just been somewhere… Something about butter. But the memory of it was fading like a pond draining. HeContinue reading “Cory’s Story: where memories leak through”
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January 3rd, 2022/by the night birds
My mother told me we were never meant to fly.
I proved her wrong by walking from the edge of a cliff and finding my wings mid plummet, before the river rapids at the bottom. This is how I end.
Cory’s Story: flashbacks in red/12 burdens by the bedside
How are you Scarlet?
I am feeling…I am.
Are you doing better than yesterday?
What is yesterday? What are you?
Cory’s Story: to drink of bitter starlight
I think it’s great that you believe in magic.
Sure.
Do you have a name? My name’s Cory.
Yeah.
Great! What is it?
Shadow. But I can tell you don’t believe me.
Cory’s Story: when the moon fell to the empty ocean and cried
I believe in magic.
Good for you, I guess.
I always will.
Okay. I was going to introduce myself. The name’s Cory.
Magic doesn’t stop being magic. I asked it.
Cory’s Story: Silent pleas and what Ani sees
Cory’s stomach growled. He took that as a cue to lower his left leg and prop up his right one. He untied Ripple’s boots. Tied them up again. They were dusty boots. Where had they been before this to get dusty boots?
Cory’s Story: Monsters at the window and a little laughter
The empty place between plants on the windowsill taunted Cory as he laid in bed, trying to sleep. The empty space, as large as a head, haunted him. He stared there, at the dark emptiness outside, unable to shut his eyes because one night, many nights ago, pale creatures had crawled up out of the canyon and eyelessly stared through that window, freezing him motionless in his bed.
Cory’s Story: read this and go away
I know you may never read this, Ripple, but that’s because of your role in the system. You front most of the time. You don’t know about lots of the bad stuff that’s happened. Our brain splits those up, the functioning every day, the knowledge about what happened. You get to function every day.
Cory’s Story: New existence and lavender boots
My name is Cory. I’m kind of new at this. What’s your name?
My name? I just…I don’t…I don’t understand what’s going on.
Sorry, I’m really new at this. I always remember existing, but I guess that won’t be true for everyone…
I’m sorry, I just remember…I just remember hurting.
Cory’s Story: Flowers and a window garden
Hello. My name is Cory, I’m twenty-two years old, and I’m the advisor of the system.
What’s a year?
Oh. A year? Do…you know what a day is?
Day is when the pain starts.
Jordyn Saelor 