Memento Story

Memento (2000) inverted story conventions by telling a story in reverse chronological order. Write your own story where the end is first, and the narrative works back to the beginning, but still makes sense in this order.

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The Oracle of Bacon

Written by Cris Crissman / Cris2B Twitter on July 22, 2014 11:36 pm
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Guy Pearce was in Memento and Memento is featured in today’s Daily Create and Talky Tina is a #4Lifer with DS106 and often does The Daily Create.
Talky Tina was in The Twilight Zone with Telly Savalas.
Telly Savalas was in Kojac with Max von Sydow.
Max von Sydow was in Rush Hour 3 with Chris Tucker.
Chris Tucker was in Jackie Brown with Robert de Niro.
Robert de Niro was in Sleepers with Kevin Bacon.


The Little Shy Girl Who Could Sing

Written by Yvette Harvey on July 22, 2014 10:34 pm
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The End

This little girl recorded several songs thanks to her brother and five out of the seven songs become platinum. The girl decided to respond to one of the emails and had to overcome her fear of singing in front of people since singing was her passion. At first the little girl was so upset with him, but then she realized he must think she has a nice voice also. Even though what her brother did was sneaky, she knew he did it out of love. Maybe about a week after he posted the video, the little girl’s brother received several emails about his sister producing some songs. He was so excited and told his sister what he did and showed her the emails he received.So the brother decided to make the video of him playing the recording of his sister singing. The mother thought it was a good idea because no one will see her; it will just be her voice. He said he would video tape himself and play the recording after he explains why he recorded her.

Once he got her singing a couple of songs, he went to his mom to tell her what he did and was going to make a video and put it on YouTube. Her brother thought she had a really nice voice also, but would not dear tell her. Her brother decided to record her singing with his phone without her knowledge. One day the little girl was singing all kinds of songs around the house and she had a younger brother that always teased her and would mock her singing. The little girl told her mother would be too scared to sing in front of anyone and that will never happen. She only sang in her house when she was doing chores or taking a shower. Her mom use to tell her she needs to go on one those competition singing shows. The little girl was 12 years old and had a little brother who was 11 years old. Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to sing all of the time, but was very shy.

The Beginning


Grocery Store in Reverse

Written by Jack Hylan on July 22, 2014 9:40 pm
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“Thank you”
“That will be be fifty dollars, thank you”
“It’s going to be about fifty dollars, I think”
“Did we get the cheese?”
“Make sure you place everything correctly”
“Aisle eleven”
“Which aisle should we go to?”
“Ok I think we are done”
“I got the eggs and ham”
“Are we good on breakfast?”
“Dinner and lunch are covered”
Meeting back together after going through the store….
“Let’s split up to cover more ground”
“Grab two carts”
“This parking lot is packed, it’s going to be busy in there”
“Traffic is terrible”
“Are you driving or am I”
“Well then let’s go grocery shopping”
“We literally have nothing to eat!”


The Backwards Case of Douglas Radoye

Written by ds106 on July 22, 2014 8:21 pm
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Surrounded by sons and daughters,
He passes.
Loved by many,
Hated by some.
The stories he told the 3rd generation,
5 years before begun.
Reliving his years,
He spoke and wrote.
Telling the tales of days long ago.
He told to his grandsons,
And grandaughters starting at one.
The first he remembered,
The joy and spoiling of many a child afterward.
His nation,
His people,
His lineage cherished.
Raising God fearing children,
To meet love and spouses.
They leave a mark on the world,
As he left one before them.
The day they were born he remembers so vivedly,
Remembering the hours of sleep lost,
The days of the office ghost.
Post college they married,
“Until death do us part.”
The love he felt when he first met her,
In high school they first were together.
Her smell and her joy,
Enough for them both.
He built up a digital world around him,
With advice from his friends and professor.
In ds106,
He learned to post,
To blog,
To create,
To tell the story of his life.
To take up the chalk,
And write on the slate
The story for generations to
Browse and peruse.
The Web will forever tell his tale.


Obstacle Course Fail

Written by @cookie9392 on July 22, 2014 7:14 pm
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BAM. SLAM. I hit the bottom of stairs.
We both got into the bin and attempted to ride down the stairs. About half way, my life flashed before my eyes.
We set up an obstacle course in the house. It started in the kitchen, went into the living room, up the stairs, and supposedly back down the stairs. It did not work out that way. We got through the first half the course no problem. The giant slip and slide, the water balloons, the bubbles, but at the top of the stairs, everything went wrong.
We gathered some supplies to have a day of extreme games. We got bubble soap, giant storage containers, painters plastic, water balloons and a couple cones. I would like to let everyone know that my sister and I were 18 at the time so we completely knew what we were doing.
The story starts with me just relaxing with my sister. We decided that we wanted to have a fun but did not want to go out in the hot sun. We sat there and contemplated exactly what we should do. We eventually figured out what we wanted to do.


Lessons in Flight

Written by MsBetsyMcC on July 22, 2014 5:12 pm
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And ever since that day____the man drives carefully, avoiding driving into the sun. Mrs. Jenner no longer takes short cuts, or does things in haste. And the little girl has known that she more truly lives somewhere outside of her body.

Until finally ___her body skidded to a stop, somewhere up the hill and down the street. He ran to her, wrenching his coat from his body to cover her. She was twelve and, once she re-entered her body from her atmospheric post, concerned herself with the self-consciousness typical of that age. “Are my underpants showing?” she worried. She was unaware that her boots and socks, her hat and scarf, and her mittens and eyeglasses were strewn over the street, left for her mother to discover as she returned home from school that day.

Because of that, ___The driver coming up hill caught the sun directly, blinding his line of sight. He only saw a glimpse of the girl as his Thunderbird caught her hip. He felt the thud of the impact internally within his body, and braked in a panic. He watched, slow motion as her body flew into the air, down in the slushy street, up in the air, and down, bouncing up and down again and again.

Because of that, ___Mrs. Jenner dropped the girl off and sped away down the street. The little girl dutifully looked both ways, as 54th was an especially busy street at the end of the day. The sun was bright and low in the west.

One day ___Mrs. Jenner gave her a lift home, and dropped her at the corner of 54th and Colfax. “No bother,” said the little girl. “I know you’re busy. Just drop me off at the corner–I live just a couple of doors down.”

Every day, ___she lent a sympathetic ear to her 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Jenner.

Once upon a time there was ___a girl child who was a teacher-pleaser. Her momma was a teacher and so she felt she had an ‘in’ with teachers, understanding all that was done to prepare for classes, grade papers, prepare displays, and aggravate over challenges.


An Accident in 1971

Written by phoebeisradiant on July 22, 2014 5:09 pm
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Ever since that day, after 6 months in the hospital in traction for a shattered femur, 2 months in a full body cast, an operation to patch the remaining shattered bone with fresh, new bone, 2 months in a wheelchair, 2 more months on crutches, and a year of physical therapy, the young woman made several major adjustments to her former routine, but never forgot to cherish each joyful day with gratitude.

Until finally they awoke in the street in front of the Gas Station and awaited the arrival of an ambulance that rushed them to the hospital to repair all their broken bones and injuries.

Because of that the young man hit them with his automobile head on in their lane, sending the girl and her friend flying through the air, then bouncing off the hood of the car, and landing unconscious in the road.

Because of that our route took them past a gas station where a young man was just peeling out the driveway to enter the street they were on, with neither of them aware of the young man’s presence.

On day in July of 1971 she joined a friend on his motorcycle for day trip to the Bohemia Mining Days event in Cottage Grove, and on the return trip home rode back through the quiet town of Goshen.

Every day she did her Yoga, ate well, enjoyed work and classes, and cherished each joyful moment, never anticipating an interruption of her lovely daily routine.

Once upon a time there was a strong, flexible, cheerful young woman of 21 with a bright future and everything ahead to look forward to.


Turning Point

Written by darfinkle on July 22, 2014 5:07 pm
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Ever since that day and that month of November, she relearned to write and rediscovered her voice.
She was surfing the Web when she stumbled across nanowrimo.org. She bookmarked it and vowed to revisit it later. Exactly seven days later she did.
She became ill and left college. She focused on survival. She focused on work. Reality was too real.
Because of that she quit writing–no more stories, no more poems, no more plays, no more imagination.
One day she encountered a teacher at college who dictated topics and criticized everything she wrote and so she tried another teacher and another.
Every night she dreamed new parts to her world, and every day she incorporated them into her play.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved to write poetry, make up stories, and act them out.


my adult life in seven bullets

Written by anonymous on July 22, 2014 5:06 pm
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And ever since that day, where in the past I would only stay home long enough to re-energize; I find myself retired and nesting.
Until finally Carol and I moved in together.
Because of the cycling, I met Carol. My most ideal, compatible and humorous partner.
Because of the free time, I discovered the winter sport of XC skiing and the summer sport of whitewater kayaking and year around cycling.
One day I found out that I had summers and winter solstice breaks with lot of free time.
Every day I thought of making a move out of Southern California and engineering. Kevin and I moved to Eugene and a change to teaching
Once upon a time there was a chaotic marriage. I found myself as single parent of two boys.


Lessons in Flight

Written by MsBetsyMcC on July 22, 2014 5:04 pm
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And ever since that day____the man drives carefully, avoiding driving into the sun. Mrs. Jenner no longer takes short cuts, or does things in haste. And the little girl has known that she more truly lives somewhere outside of her body.

Until finally ___her body skidded to a stop, somewhere up the hill and down the street. He ran to her, wrenching his coat from his body to cover her. She was twelve and, once she re-entered her body from her atmospheric post, concerned herself with the self-consciousness typical of that age. “Are my underpants showing?” she worried. She was unaware that her boots and socks, her hat and scarf, and her mittens and eyeglasses were strewn over the street, left for her mother to discover as she returned home from school that day.

Because of that, ___The driver coming up hill caught the sun directly, blinding his line of sight. He only saw a glimpse of the girl as his Thunderbird caught her hip. He felt the thud, and panicked. He watched, slow motion as her body flew into the air, down in the slushy street, up in the air, bouncing down again.

Because of that, ___Mrs. Jenner dropped the girl off and sped away down the street. The little girl dutifully looked both ways, as 54th was an especially busy street at the end of the day. The sun was bright and low in the west.

One day ___Mrs. Jenner gave her a lift home, and dropped her at the corner of 54th and Colfax. “No bother,” said the little girl. “I know you’re busy. Just drop me off at the corner–I live just a couple of doors down.”

Every day, ___she lent a sympathetic ear to her 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Jenner.

Once upon a time there was ___a girl child who was a teacher-pleaser. Her momma was a teacher and so she felt she had an ‘in’ with teachers, understanding all that was done to prepare for classes, grade papers, prepare displays, and aggravate over challenges.


It begins with the end

Written by MLF on July 22, 2014 5:02 pm
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And ever since that day, she has snatched every spare moment between child-rearing, career and being a spouse, to write and write and write.

Until finally, she had typed for six months and completed her first novel. She had done it!

Because of that night, she began a journey with no end; one that sparked a fire in her belly and heart, one that made turning 40 no more important than a bad haircut, one that turned her daily groans of despair into shouts of excitement.

Because of that decision, she sat down at the computer one evening after the children were in bed and her husband was happily ensconced in front of the T.V., and she began to write. She had no plan, no outline, just her sudden, irresistible urge, and her words.

One day, she decided what she needed to do in order to survive her threatening, mid-life crisis, was to write a novel—a full blown, start-to-finish, 80,000+ word novel, just like the ones she had always consumed, relentless as a locust in a wheat field (she had been and English major in college, after all).

Once upon a time there was a woman, who at the ripe age of 39, was freaking out about her life as she neared her dreaded 40th birthday. Everyday she looked in the mirror at her wrinkles and groaned, looked at her young children destroying the house and groaned, and looked at her dear husband of 15 years and groaned.


As in the End, so in the Beginning

Written by Sandy Brown Jensen on July 22, 2014 4:54 pm
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And ever since that day, we have celebrated our anniversary with poetry: as it was in the beginning, so it shall be at the end.

Until finally, I moved in with Peter and his dad Bill in December 1993. We got married July 23 1994, one very hot day here in Eugene.

Because of that creative atmosphere, we fell very quickly in love; both of us had to become unentangled of previous relationships, but all that happened remarkably quickly.

Because of that first attraction, we began to have little poetry readings, and on one special occasion, we both performed at the Heceta Head Lighthouse–an evening of poetry, music, dance, and a long talk deep into the night with the roar of the distant breakers.

One day in the hall outside the English office, I met a handsome Danish-American poet, Peter Jensen, he of the long blond ponytail and blue eyes; we began to talk poetry.

Once upon a time there was a crazy, chaotic world with no emotional center of gravity, a stressed world where the speaking fountain of poetry was ceasing to flow.


THE FARMER

Written by Ronald on July 22, 2014 4:02 pm
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THE END
She can’t wait to see the results of her hard labor. In a couple of months the field will be full of beautiful flowers.
She was tired yet very much satisfied. It took all day to work the complete field. She took a hand of seeds and started sowing the sunflowers.
She looked at the field that she ploughed yesterday. The farmer put the sack around her shoulder and went outside.


Adventure

Written by Randi Crabbe on July 22, 2014 11:57 am
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Maybe things won’t be so bad afterall. Calmed by the coolness of the flowing water, she sighed a deep breath. There was a huge fountain over at the main entrance, she went up to it, took her shoes of and stepped in. The campus was beautiful though, so with a nervous step she explored. She had no friends yet. The young, scared college freshman was left by her parents after they unpacked her stuff.


Once upon a time…

Written by Anna Cotuna on July 22, 2014 10:47 am
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The End.
They lived happily ever after. He lifted her up on his horse and took her to her parents to say goodbye and after that he took her to his beautiful palace up in the mountains. she said yes. Right at that moment he asked her to marry him; But that fine young man knew exactly what to do because the minute he saw her his heart fell deeply in love with that tiny little princess with long brown hair hanging down her back in many beautiful curls. At first she didn’t know what to do or what to say. The girl was scared and excited at the same time. In the next minute a horse with a handsome young man appeared through the leaves. The leaves of the very thick tree started moving as “something” was about to appear. So one day when she was picking berries in the forest she heard a noise of something moving towards her. Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl who was dreaming about a prince charming who one day would come to take her to his beautiful castle up in the mountains.


End, the

Written by @dogtrax on July 22, 2014 6:33 am
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End, the
Coughing, he collapsed on the ground. She stood watching, wondering what to do, and knowing that it was probably too late. He let her hand drop from his, and lost the gaze of her eyes. She looked, trying to remember the humanity that had attracted her to begin with. They met in the dark corridor of the office building, with everything crashing around them. He remembered. She had forgotten. There was something about the symmetry of their actions this day, as she rushed to be the hero and he? The villain.
Start, the.