For a while there was nothing,
Nothing at all, no sense of anything.
The world didn't exist, not even a thought.
It was like that, but then, without warning it wasn't, it was cold. Cold was everything now, the first thing I felt. I didn't know it at first. But I liked this cold.
I opened my eyes, I was aware of myself now. Everything was fuzzy. I couldn't make out much of anything. I tried to get up and move but it was as if I was terribly drunk. Without me even knowing I was back to sleep, and I dreamed of cold
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Without a memory
Mystery / ThrillerIll be adding pages to this story progressively building on itself, I already have a set story but I've left a lot of room to move around. It's about a man who wakes up without his memories and is made to follow recordings of his past self for some...
