Memento Mori: Time is Short

Memento Mori: Time is Short

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An empty shell awaits to be washed up back into the ocean, staying no longer than the intervals between waves which are eternally crashing, but never showing the same shell. 30 days. What if you're given 30 days left to live, but additionally, you remember nothing from your past? What would life be when a person is pressured to create his own identity in a month? This is the dilemma that Samuel encountered. After waking up in a messy apartment bed, he later finds himself in a situation of whether to believe in hope or sulk in despair. With no memories of anything before his awakening, this is his first and last 30 days. What a tragic life it is he chose to bear such a thing. ~●~●~●~●~●~●~●~ {Highest Rank: #204 in Mystery/Thriller} A psychological thriller that may deal with some mature topics such as death and graphic descriptions/depictions of corpses. Please read with proper consent and open-mindedness.
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

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