sometimes when i should be doing other things i post things here insted. i wrote this last night for a class, and will be making a short story out of it soon enough, i enjoy it, so im sharing it with you.
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An empty plain of nothing as far as the eye could see. Nothing but myself in an empty void. Then as though the void could read my mind I could see my thoughts playing out in front of me, like a skit from a low budget play. Then as i find the void playing on my thought I start to have fun with it, and think of all things from childhood to my future and all in between. Everything played out in front of me, above me, and all around, different scenes from parts of life very different interacting. Watching the four year old me asking her on a date as the 17 year old me went to the future and sat at the diner with my wife. The older self then coming to the four year old self’s life and sat and played in the woods, just as care free as though I was indeed four again. I walked along as the actors jumped in front and along side me acting out every min of my memory, some actors looking quite confused when the memories that were not complete thoughts would arise, or when some thought had faded for the most part there would be someone pouring fog onto the scenes. Some of these I found myself running to fan the fog away, so as to not lode a single memory. but just as soon as these images had come, so to did they leave me. Soon I was sitting again in an empty plain, a dull void with nothing as far as the eye could see.

Trying to come up with but one more thought to bring up in front of me the void starts to flash from red to black and there is a sound piercing through my thoughts, making any memory impossible to conjure to. I open my eyes to see but 3 blinking numbers in front of my eyes, not knowing what they were there for I reach for them and press a button almost out of instinct. My eyes then closing with feeble attempts to bring back the wonderful void of nothing.