( It has been weeks, and still I am bound in this little chamber. It is a prison of my own making and I fear it will last forever )

 
( The Escape )

( (Blythe's Memory) )

I thought back to the first memory  I had ever saved. It would seem that is truly what they were, just memories to me. I remember the terror I felt as my body was being ripped through the threads of time and being forced to submit to a difficult transitioning. The ever-changing scenery, the smells that fluttered in and out that I could not identify ( Read more... )

I remained within the walls as a storm raged out of control outside. My body, though already numb, shivered with fear. “Wet,” I thought with disgust to myself. “It’s nothing but wet.”  It was something I had to deal with time and again. It was a stupid irrational fear that never failed to incapacitate me. Yet below the surface of my thoughts ( Read more... )

The most clear memory I have in my  mind is upon my awakening after I had been changed. Yet I had been changed into what? What was it that I had become in those few brief moments? That does not sound very clear to you I would imagine. Think about it from the perspective of a child who could only name 5 years.

I did not even know I was different. ( Read more... )

Greetings, I am Massrié. I thought I would introduce you to myself a bit before I just jumped into things... however this is not to be the case. As a memory keeper, sometimes the memories overwhelm me. I'm sent back to where the memory first began and suddenly, as if I am transfixed in a way that allows me to see, smell, and hear everything that ( Read more... )