Attention: "A former life is missing."
Well, not quite a former life of mine, bu~ut a life of my former story.
Its just, that there is this echo or hunch for a missing story of my that I supposedly was writing for a website. Its quite old story if not one of the oldest, to the point that I only slightly remembering that I was writing it, and posting.
Bu~~~ut, it was so far back in history, that I don't remembering; the story name, the website where I post it, about what it was, the characters in it. I don't even know if it was finished, what years it was and so on. The memory is so blurred out, that there are fragments of how I was writing it down into notebook/ writing pad and then having a trouble to moving it into a website in order to post. But all is so blurred, that I dint even remember under what kind of nickname I was writing.
So a question popped onto my mind. Is this memory a true one? Or it is a creation of my imagination, when I searched for an old lost treasure of past? Subconsciously, the mind know its a false, but I wanted to believe, so it make a plausible story that got imprinted deeper and deeper as I try to solve a mystery without a solution.
So, I went to search. First obvious move, is to sniff through my stuff. I found several business level work diaries (unused or salvaged) repurposed for a notepads, some of them are from previous century. All of them contain a handwriting of alpha version of quite old stories, from fragment of concepts, through alpha version of stories, to a sketches for (planed) games, modifications for games (mods) and scenarios. Heck, I even have three or four of those repurposed to be a battle diary from my developing a digital games on Unity. (From List to do, ideas, drawings, math, database worth of data, stats. But mostly reports of bugs, glitch, or (Edit this!) or that, because it look bad or need to be better.)
Yet, the physical prove of the story I was searched for, was not found.
Of course, even I got to a point, where writing down stories into a paper is not worth the time, when I know I must it rewrite into computer. So those writing books become a relics. Yet I still do my (To do!) list onto a paper. Heck, I have a dedicated notepad for it, with a bunch of notes on paper strips just put in as if it was a file.
So I went to search online. Spoiler alert: Dint success.
I don't even have nobody to ask about it. And so, even if I sometimes had an intention to look for it, I must admit that it can be just a distant dream.
No! Its a former life, that I was once a part of.