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Randy Osborne - on Hunger

Your Memories

  • Hunger No More by Jean Mora
    As a life-long learner, I am hungry for a variety of experiences to enhance my craving for living. I yearn to be exposed to ideas, environments, museums, festivals, and people (not exactly in that order). My hunger for these things is satisfied by a partnership with the “sun”: wonderfully warm and balmy on the Florida beaches, bright and crisp …


  • Pizza Uneaten by Caroline Moore
    The growls of hunger rattle my ribcage. My pizza is sitting open-faced, steaming, in its cardboard box. My mouth waters as I bring a single slice to my lips. The cheese tempts me, the jalapenos beg to be devoured, the pineapple scream for attention. But I can't; I can't eat the pizza. My need for control grips my stomach harder than my hunger. M…


  • The Crema by
    It's not a difficult coffee to make, but it's one that is uncommon in this country. So talked the barista through the details, internally cringing at myself for being such a snob. But when she slid the cup across the counter and I saw the thickness of the crema, I almost  burst into a teary rendition of 'Waltzing Matilda'.…


  • Mamaw and Papaw by Joyce Mitchell
    I hunger for the time when my family was ruled by an oligarchy of elders - adjudicating and pestering and nosing in on every life decision I had to make. I miss my grandparents.…


  • I’ll never forget that smell by Pam Baker
    I’ll never forget that smell Chooks It’s a thick smell, the smell of wet feathers. Suffocating. The aluminum preserving pan has battered scratched sides and metal has dulled to grey. Steam rises from the pan and drifts into the branches of the magnolia tree. Two other roosters hang from the lowest branch, a thick gnarled arm unbowed by the …


  • Mom’s Lasagna, street tacos in Mexico, and peaches by Anon
    Hunger, like time and many other topics, is relative, poignant specific to each sufferer. My memory begins with my mom's lasagna, the best I've ever eaten. I am hovering, specter-like, over myself as a well-fed child lying on the brown and white linoleum, yearning with my entire being for the baking lasagna, sure I would die during the eternal wait…


  • Insatiable Hippos by
    I remember as a kid wondering why the Hungry Hungry Hippos had to keep going back for marbles when they just came out the other end and wondering if they would ever be satisfied. I wondered a lot of weird stuff when I was a kid.…


Randy Osborne

About Randy Osborne

​Dubbed​ a public art provocateur by the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Randy Osborne also writes personal essays that have appeared in many online literary journals. In 2014, his work was published in four print anthologies and nominat…… read more

About This Project

Memory Makes Us is a live writing event that challenges writers to create a new work using as their inspiration collected memories from the general public. The project seeks contributions from anyone both online and in person during each event in a… read more

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Paddy O'Reilly - on Neighborhood

Your Memories

  • My Neighborhood Is Great by Kathy Elizabeth
    My name is Kathy. My neighborhood is called Emory Woods . my neighborhood is really safe because we help each other when we need help . In Emory Woods the people are really nice to everybody . I like my neighborhood because in the Houses we have stairs and I really like that. Also, in my neighborhood we have a community pool everybody have fun in t…


  • No fence by
    When I was a kid, there was no fence between our house and next door so our back yard was enormous, by the standards of our neighbourhood. On any given day our yard might be a tennis court, a BMX track, a water park or a cricket pitch. When our neighbour moved out years later a fence finally went up, a six-foot diamond wire fence, and another sma…


  • The dividing line by Sue
    Our neighbourhood was really two neighbourhoods. There was the section with brick houses and the section with weatherboard houses, and people from the different sections didn't socialise. We lived in the weatherboard section, but sometimes we'd walk past the brick houses, ogling their big rose gardens and their tennis courts. We were convinced they…


  • Postman Pete by Penny
    When my brother and I were small – aged four and six, perhaps – we’d ride up and down our street on his trike, me standing on the back as he pedalled along. It was a long street with the Post Office on one corner, and on the other, Kearey’s Milk Bar where on Sundays we would be sent to buy a ‘brick’ of vanilla ice cream (wrapped in card…


  • Lasting Friendship Just Down the Road by Scott Davidson
    I was 3 & a 1/2. My two best mates, twins were 4. They had started school and I hadn't. However in the Scotland for the first few months kids come home at 12. This suited me just fine, baking and hanging out with Mum then after lunch heading out the 150m walk to play with Scott & Stuart. Except one day they didn't come home at 12, they woul…


  • Communicate by Lauren
    My mum wouldn't let us play in the street as children. Who knows what and who knows who was out there, waiting for little children to snatch away. This meant we didn't meet many of the other kids in the neighborhood. When I was about seven, a little girl moved into the house across from us. We watched her playing in her yard from our front wind…


  • Neighbourhood kids by
    On the the street where I grew up, there were no kids my age, only older kids and even older adults. We lived right near a big shopping mall (big for the time), a train station and a creek so, once I got a bike, there was always stuff to do and places to explore. But I always wondered what it would be like to be part of a bunch of 'neighbourhood …


Paddy O'Reilly

About Paddy O'Reilly

Paddy O'Reilly writes novels, short stories and screenplays. She has won a number of short story awards and her stories have been published and broadcast around the world. Her books have been shortlisted for major awards as well …… read more

About This Project

Memory Makes Us is a live writing event that challenges writers to create a new work using as their inspiration collected memories from the general public. The project seeks contributions from anyone both online and in person during each event in a… read more

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