Memoirs of Dreamers



Farewell 30

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October 12th 2016  |  1  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author:  |  266 views

On New Year’s Eve evening, Kotaro, who was a son of Tohko, had continued to use her laptop computer since he had finished eating toshikoshi-soba, which was buckwheat noodles eaten as this day’s Japanese custom: Japanese people would like to cut off this year’s misfortune from themselves on New Year’s Eve, eating buckwheat noodles that tended to be cut more easily than other kinds of noodle. Of course, it was a sort of superstition for good luck. This evening, Kotaro was allowed by his mother to stay up late as …

 

Broken

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September 20th 2016  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: Sarah  |  253 views

 Introduction  Be careful what you wish for! I have heard that saying a lot but never really paid much attention to it. Until now, that is! During a moment of sheer desperation, I  looked up to the heavens and begged the universe to get me out of a six week teaching programme I was due to start and the universe granted me my wish. “Your wish is my command” she said. As the words came out of the doctor’s mouth, “You’ll be in that cast for six weeks, no work …

 

Bipin

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December 2nd 2016  |  0  |  Category: Moral , Philosophical , True Stories  |  Author: Mintu Ghoshal  |  65 views

He was the barber in our village named Rabindranagar. Technically speaking Rabindranagar was not a village until one walked another one third of a kilometer towards the Behala Flying Club and crossed a canal. My father used to call him Bipin and we used to call him Bipinda. On rarest of rare occasion if he ever had to address my mother, he addressed her by “Didimoni” but my mother never called him by any name ever. We used to sit on a brick while he used to cut hair. If …

 

Horse of Arjuna

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November 28th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: Mintu Ghoshal  |  50 views

He asked the Charioteer Vasudeva to stop the chariot at one corner of the battlefield of Kurukshetra where he found a stream of water and a piece of land covered with long green grass. He freed the horses from the chariot and took them near the stream. While the animals remained engaged in drinking water from the stream he walked near the grass land, took out the sword from the scabbard and started collecting the softest possible grass for his horses. He carried those on his shoulder and kept near …

 

Emotion on the Mainframe

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November 20th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Jason Gainnie  |  114 views

…..zoom in on the plasma kids jolting thru glitch/Central like neon lazers in evasion of DC Khan and his band of degen cyber-junkies. The frontman is Kirlani, electric eyes routing the coronal discharges of his vision to his custom enhanced data-pod, further enhanced by his memory of the intricate architecture of this sector, uploaded with the complementary aerial layouts. It is by this sight and signal that he has procured quite an extensive knowledge of the legendary glitch of Gravity City, knowing that the next corridor will lead them straight …

 

Tricycle Trial

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November 19th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Simon Bever  |  80 views

“Shhh…we’re going to see Nan.” Ever so quietly, little Sam reached up to the front door on his tip toes and undid the latch. There was a loud click as the door sprung open. He turned, put his finger to his lips and looked straight at me. “Shhh…!” For some reason he’d decided that it was my fault that the latch made a noise – but my little Sam was so cute that I didn’t mind. With the door wide open he took one more furtive look up the stairs …

 

When Hillary Met Donald

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November 18th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Satire  |  Author: Kambro  |  30 views

Sometimes I think back to that inglorious moment when he introduced himself. He was the presumptive Republican candidate, but he kept making idle threats to run as an Independent. He was nothing more than a reluctant Republican to me. I don’t know why he was trying to talk to me. Maybe he thought I could be persuaded somehow to quit, but let’s be real here-I mean, he didn’t really didn’t stand a snow ball’s chance in hell in trying to persuade me, but he was persistent. The guy never gave up. I …