[Neon sparks]

Smores kiddo!
share their favourite memory.
ends; 08/13/2018

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[spookypuff]

Username: LegendSilloe
Name: Cupmores
Gender: Male
Memory: Cupmores loves s'mores! He had one when he was 5, and he loved them so much! One time, he and his family goed camping. He made a burnt s'more, having the marshmellow be too cooked. Luckily, he brought some icecream! He put some on the top of his s'more and it became a ice s'more!

[friggin' foxes]

9tailedfox || charlie || male || bisexual
"my memories are scattered like stars across the sky".

art, by me (winner can keep).

memory ||
i open my eyes and gasp for air then violently turn my head to look around. i could see nothing but ashes as they danced around me and settled like falling snow on the ground. i wince at the pain felt from my stomach as i attempt to sit up, i quickly succum and return to my position on the ground. why did my stomach hurt so much, where was this and... who am i? as i stuggle to remember a sharp pain hits my head like a bullet and i'm cast into my memories like a pebble thrown into the ocean.
"charlie! charlie!" i hear a woman desperately call. that was my name wasn't it? i try to catch a glimsp of her face but fire engulfs me and i awake to reality once more. my name is charlie, my parents are dead, they and the place i called home were taken by a fire. this is all i can remember. the single memory i have is that of my mother calling for me, and soon after getting swallowed by flames. a deep feeling of sorrow washes over me like a wave. tears pour from both eyes and run down my cheeks, i'm so sad about something i can't even remember... how strange. i wipe the tears from my face and ignore the fiery pain that erupted as i quickly sat up. i clenched my teeth to hold back from screaming as the pain became more intense. i looked down to see the reason i could barely sit up. a huge gash across my stomach bled out and stained my clothes. "ouch" i muttered to myself. i stare at the pitiful sight of my home, burnt and broken beyond repair. a stuffed bear to my left catches my eye and i pick it up, it seemed so familiar but i dare not think about it, my stomach alone is killing me, i don't need a headache as well. i sit for hours trapped in a daze until voices emerge from the distance. people ride up in a carriage and before i knew what was happening i found myself in a police station.

so yep, his favorite memory is, well, his only memory. the last time he heard his mother's voice.

setting ||
england - london, 1888

[bakuraas.]

Username: Golden-Boy
Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Memory:
"My favorite memory, huh...well that's hard to really pinpoint. Thankfully, my life has been filled with good memories, but I never really pinned down my absolute favorite memory. Except...well, if I had to choose one. It'd be when my father came home from what he called his...'final journey'. When he left, me and my entire family were scared about what that meant, especially since me and my brother were only about five at the time. We didn't even know why he was going to be gone for so long, but our mother knew, and she was devastated. She never told us though.

Fifteen years later, and me and my brother had just sort of accepted that our father would never return, even if my mother continued to look out the window of our house to see if he'd return one day. Sometimes, she'd bolt up and scream that he was home, but it turned out that she was just imagining things. We had gotten used to this, and would just calm her down enough so that she could sleep.

One day, though, she did more than just yell that our father was home, She bolted out of her chair and ran outside. Me and my brother chased after her, thinking she had finally lost her mind and was going to get hurt. But when we got outside, there he was. He was injured, he looked tired, and he looked messy, but he was there. I thought I was hallucinating for a good minute as I watched my mom fall into his embrace and start crying tears of joy, but soon enough I started crying too, running over to see if it was real. It was, and I never felt so much joy in seeing someone I hadn't seen in years. He had returned with something for all of us. A beautiful necklace for my mother, a doll that my brother had always wanted for my brother, and for me...he pulled out a small piece of fabric that seemed to sparkle like the stars. I was shocked, I had started searching for this type of fabric only a few years ago. I asked him how he knew I wanted it, and he told me that he had been watching over us during his journey.

But the gifts weren't the best part of that memory. The best part of that memory was seeing my family whole again, like it always should have been."

[Guest]

Username: mokumoku
Name: benny
Gender: male
Memory:
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[Neon sparks]

the winner of this beb is 9tailedfox!
one HM also goes to Golden-boy

[friggin' foxes]

tysm! finally i got a starshine without purple. XD