Labyrinth of Memories
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A short story by Jason K Powers
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*clack*clack*clack*clack* echo’s through the long concrete hallway as his heels hit the floor with each step.  He can hear the sound of metal sliding doors creaking and cracking in other parts of this maze of hallways he is walking through.  Somehow forces in the back of his mind make them open and close, each one independent of another, and seemingly at random, but they are so far off down other hallways, it doesn’t bother him really.
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He passes doors on the left and on the right, reading the plaques above each door as he passes.  December 17^th, 2005, reads one.  Chasing a Kite, reads another.  First Fight.  First Kiss.  Car Wreck 2001.  Death of a Friend.  December 19^th, 1998, and on and on and on.  Some doors are bigger than others.  Some plaques have fallen off over time and all that remains is the faded outline of what was once there.  Some doors are padlocked, some double.  There are some spaces where a door should be, but seem left unused.  Perhaps to be filled later.
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One door is open as he passes, so he looks in…
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The WARRIOR
A short story by Jason K Powers
October, 2009
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You look out across the desert plain… a desert that is nothing but the dry cracked ground.  No piles of sand in sight.  No vegetation.  No critters scurrying around. 
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Nothing. 
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Only the vast plains and the winding cracks in the ground as far as you can see. 
Off in the distance, where the ground meets the sky… the horizon… you see what looks like a wall that runs as far east as one can see, and as far west and the eye can see.  It’s a wall that appears to move and shift, as the patterns roll within itself.  It seems to be made of smoke, and fire, and dust blowing.  A storm of sorts.  A wall so thick, you figure it could go for miles beyond its front lines.  A wall so tall and so wide, that you dare not go closer.  The dark black clouds mix with the wind and sand.  You can hear a faint rumble of the thunder and roaring wind that comes from the wall.  Lightning flickers and fire licks a glowing amber from within.  A whole other world lies beyond its barrier.  It’s a wall that speaks of fear.  No… it doesn’t speak… it roars…
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Every word has it’s meaning

Every thought has a source

And every dream has its reality

“We all dream.  Each person their own.  Fantasies and realities.  Pleasures and fears.  But each has their own limitations.  One in a thousand  do we ever wake up remembering.  And only a small portion of those will we remember forever.  But what makes us dream?  Some say it is simply subconscious thought.  But really, it is no different than a thought we could come up with while awake.  It is only fascinating to us because it is an unintentional thought. 
We can visualize it better and in a bit more detail.

Dreams within themselves have no limits.  We can dance, we can cry, laugh or play.  We can feel true fear, or true peace. 
We can fall, but we’ll never hit bottom.

But then there are the other types of ‘dreams’.  The hopes of the future.  The questions of reality.  The wishes of things that may never come true.  This is what drives us.  Drives us to live and work and search for something. 
Love.  God.  Companionship.  Friendship.  Feelings.  Guidance.

But these are thoughts.  What unites all we do, say, feel, and dream.  This is the key.  What we grow to allowing ourselves to think, and what we refuse to think.  All trial and error.  But we must never give up.”

~jason k powers~
1999

I started a form of autobiography you could say… a while back… Here is an exerpt:

Intro
So this begins the story of my life….  There is so much to remember.  There is so much I will never forget.  I think back and I remember happy moments in my life that flash in my head like a flicker of light.  I think back and I remember so many things.  Wonderful things and terrible things.  Defining moments in my life; a true love, a death, moments of my childhood that I never wanted to end, a fight, a breakup, a first kiss, great friends, great betrayals, a gun pointed at me, an overseas visit, a depression, my first job, and so much more.  
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