Nosthymeoria
Noun: The indescribable feeling of nostalgia and yearning for a place or time that never existed
Evelyn often found herself lost in moments that never were. Her worn leather armchair was a stalwart vessel against the pressing concerns of reality, transporting her to a time that existed only in her imagination. She'd close her eyes and let the soft strains of a forgotten song fill the room, a melody that breathed of dreams never chased and loves never confessed.
Within the grip of these reveries, Evelyn would smile, her eyes glistening with the bittersweet memories of a life she hadn't lived. Moments she hadn't wasted. It was a dance with ephemeral ghosts, a journey to a place and time that held no reality but felt more vivid than the present.
One evening, her grandson, Noah, caught her in the act. He asked her what she was doing, and she quietly whispered the word she had coined for this indescribable feeling, allowing it to settle on the floorboards with the weight of knowing: "Nosthymeoria."
Noah's eyes widened, and he listened to her tales of an age that never was, tales of adventure and lost romance. From that day forward, they would often sit together in Evelyn's old armchair, dwelling in the joys and sorrows of worlds that never existed.
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Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.
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Comments (3)
Super!!! Excellent story!!!
Awww, Noah and Evelyn are so sweet! Loved your word and story!
I almost wrote a story like this, about not belonging and dreaming up another world. <3 you captured it better.