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Autumn Memories
Kevin Dwyer was 42 years old, but his mind and memories were thinking about a different time. He sat by the window drinking his coffee.  The tree across the street rustled gently in the breeze, and the clouds floated slowly through the clear blue sky, over the mountains in the distance.
“How is your wife?” His friend asked.
“I don’t love her.” He said calmly watching the steam rise from his coffee mug. “It looks nice outside” he said staring off again longingly into the distance.
“You don’t love your wife?” His friend asked questioningly.
“Love is rare. I have only loved once.” He replied. “It was just after high school. Nothing ever came of it. She got married and moved on with her life. I did the same. But I’ve only ever felt that way for her.” He paused and his friend waited for him to continue. “Sometimes I think back and wonder what I could have done. How it could have been differe
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I walk through the white corridors of the shopping mall, feeling all alone as I push my way through the hordes of mindless consumer zombies. Fourteen year old girls dressed like adult porn-stars, I sigh, but my eyes linger. Gross.
I continue walking, their faces fade and I glide past the stains of human-kind. I catch a glimpse of someone. That guy again. I see his fat face and neck beard and he stares, smiling creepily at me as he walks past, every time I see this guy he says hi. I have no idea who the fuck he is. Maybe I went to College with him?
Memories flood back of college, every morning I would awake to the fart alarm, right on time, 7:30 every morning my roommate would fart. She was so thin, so small, I could never believe how she could produce such noises.
I awaken from my flash back and find myself still moving. The neck beard out of sight. I continue my way through the labyrinth of shops. Am I searching for something? Or am I just hoping something will find me.
I see an adult
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Uncle Sid
I sat, in the dark, watching my house in the distance. The distance wasn't far. But the house was there. And I was here, not in the house, but watching it.
"I can't go in!" I whisper to myself, louder and louder.
"It didn't always exist! How can I go in if it wasn't always there!"
I felt a pull, like magnets to my spine pulling me to the ground. I couldn't enter my house. Not if it wasn't there once.
It was strange, or at least I thought it was. Life, where was my life. Could I see or hold it?
What?
No, life wasn't there, it didn't exist. The house was a shadow, the dark was my memory, and I was dead remembering my life.
But my house wasn't always there.
"Nonononononono!" I repeated rapidly.
The fog covered the occasional house, the house of occasions, that was there once. Maybe, today, in a dream.
I try breathing with my tongue out of my mouth, and I couldn't. Surely I was dead.
The darkness lifted and all there was were white halls and too many pills.
Is this the place where the insa
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Pacta sunt servanda. C'est moi.
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Kevin Dwyer was 42 years old, but his mind and memories were thinking about a different time. He sat by the window drinking his coffee.  The tree across the street rustled gently in the breeze, and the clouds floated slowly through the clear blue sky, over the mountains in the distance.
“How is your wife?” His friend asked.
“I don’t love her.” He said calmly watching the steam rise from his coffee mug. “It looks nice outside” he said staring off again longingly into the distance.
“You don’t love your wife?” His friend asked questioningly.
“Love is rare. I have only loved once.” He replied. “It was just after high school. Nothing ever came of it. She got married and moved on with her life. I did the same. But I’ve only ever felt that way for her.” He paused and his friend waited for him to continue. “Sometimes I think back and wonder what I could have done. How it could have been different. But sometimes you can love so strong and it’s just not returned. Sometimes I hope or pray that when we die we just get to live over again. Everyone else oblivious but you’re completely aware. You can fix your mistakes. Because when you’re young you don’t have that knowledge or experience, you don’t know what happened. How can you live right without the training for it. That’s what I want when I die.”
“I had a girl too” the friend said, causing him to look up. “We were high school sweethearts. Dating all the way through. We would always fight and argue. We made mistakes. We were young. I think that naivity made me want more experience. I’d sent photos to other girls and we’d break up, and get back together. She was a huge flirt. Always flirting with all our friend group. She was so pretty. Not like a model. But like the girl next door. But she had such sexual charisma that everyone wanted her. After school we broke up, she hooked up with my best friend. We weren’t together but we were each others rocks. We still hung out and still slept together. She met a guy and they started dating. Soon she cut everyone off. The entire friend group. She just disappeared. Here one day gone the next. Erased herself from our lives. I got pretty messed up after that. A string of bad relationships, drugs. It took me a long time to fix my life. She was such a big part of it to go missing. I still think back on her and those times. I don’t even know what she looks like now. It’s been 22 years. I still miss the conversations. I still miss her.” His voice broke a little as he finished his sentence.
Kevin looked at him. Sipped his coffee and said. “It’s hard. You think about them all the time and you wonder if you’re even important enough to cross their mind. The ghosts of our pasts haunt us, and yet, they’re not ghosts. Because they’re out there living their lives, and we’re the ghosts living in distance memories. Stuck in the past with lost love. I’m sorry for bringing this up. I always dwell on this in Autumn. The warm sun and cool gentle breeze take me to a different time.”
“That’s ok” his friend said “I guess it helps to talk. I haven’t told anyone. It’s hard. The group of friends I had then are all gone. It makes my heart heavy knowing these guys, who you grow up with, share adventures with, who you think will be there forever but are now gone. No one to remember the past with.”
“I don’t know how it all falls apart so fast.” Kevin said finishing off his coffee. “I guess it’s just a moment etched in time. A somber distant memory that blows in on an Autumn breeze to remind these two old men that they’re nothing but ghosts haunting a forgot dream.”
They sat in silence for a while, watching the clouds roll over the mountain, and thought of their pasts.

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'Allo, I'm Steven.
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I write. From romance, to horror, to fantasy, to comedy, to drama, to science fiction, to mere thoughts ruminating on the edge of my mind.
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Gaggles of them.


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xsanah Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for the watch! :hug:
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Leashie11 Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2011  Professional General Artist
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Music Video is finished. :)
Thanks for the help.
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Venso-Howlie Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
No worries, f'ya ever need me I'll be there!
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deviantmozez Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2011
THERE ARE NO FUCKING GEESE!!!!!!! D<
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Venso-Howlie Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Oh shit, someone has caught on to me. *jumps out window and runs off into the distance*
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Leashahh Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2010
Omg. It's Steven XD
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Venso-Howlie Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
TIS I! :)
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Maniacofdoom Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2010  Student General Artist
the youtubes to?! god damn it man....
balls.
wwwhhyyyyy?
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Venso-Howlie Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Yes.
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Maniacofdoom Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2010  Student General Artist
......23!!!!!
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