Memoirs of Dreamers



Cobra Village

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August 16th 2016  |  2  |  Category: Adventure , Children , Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author: Durlabh  |  307 views

Original name of the village was Sunder Gaon or the beautiful village on account of its situation where it was set in a countryside surrounded by a pretty panorama of land and hills. Its population consists of about six thousands souls and their mainstay is farming and when the monsoon season arrives, the wetness takes over every nook and corner of the landscape. It is a time for planting rice, which is the staple food of the inhabitants. The greenery then takes over with miles and miles of paddy fields …

 

Binky’s Frightening Fracas

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July 21st 2016  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Moral  |  Author: geedda  |  366 views

Kenny Knox, playing on an old discarded sofa, was stung by a hornet who had taken up residence in the cushion on the couch. Kenny yelped for half an hour; jumping and shaking his right hand, shouting like a banshee for the whole neighborhood to hear. “Stop acting so foolish, Kenny,” I said taking him by the shoulders and shaking him. “I can’t; it hurts too much…owww!” “See that mud puddle over there?” “Yes.” “Go over there and put some mud on the sting, the paste will draw out the …

 

Dig Deep and Come Up Heavy

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July 5th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Inspirational , Philosophical  |  Author: geedda  |  421 views

“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride,” is from an old English proverb. IF is a small word with a tremendous meaning. If I had taken a different road when I was young, I would be a millionaire today. How many times have you heard that one? If I had married the boss’s daughter, I would now own the company. If I had invested that hundred dollars in the copper stock, I would be rich today. If, if, if…a small word with a powerful meaning. IF is akin to another …

 

Farewell 28

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July 4th 2016  |  3  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author:  |  560 views

They seemed to be catfishes, but might be completely different creatures. In any case, there were some kind of beings that were not able to be distinguished between fishes and amphibious animals in a red, flat tub whose material looked flimsy and cheap. Mitsuru wondered whether those creatures were alive or not because they never budged. There were also many large shellfishes like a pond snail heaped up in a plastic bucket next to the red tub. And some kinds of bird remaining covered with feather were hung from the …

 

Blue Heart

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June 29th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Adventure , Fiction , Horror , Thriller  |  Author: Livy  |  483 views

There is no feeling more exhilarating than that of gazing upon the ocean. What would be the need for a better place? For the first eruption of the shore that merely grazes your ears is enough to turn your head in excitement and anticipation. The anticipation is one that cannot be tamed and you simply must enquire more. You know the ocean is there; the salty mist, like a ghostly apparition, entrances you to encroach upon its haven like a ghost enticing you to delve deeper into the underworld. Soon, …

 

Grilled Chicken to the Ex Girlfriend

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June 29th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Other  |  Author: vish1791  |  339 views

Lochan makes a visit, gives a stare, and goes away with a blushed smile and the cycle repeats. However, the sitting duck here is me, – Aryan. I seldom remember the day we met for the first time, but her grey matter was of top-notch. The crucial part of the human career was the 12th grade, as our parents blurt out very often and to my ill – fated destiny, I had fallen in love with this lass at the same time. The feeling was like two people boarding a …

 

The Man Who Died Smiling

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June 4th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Khan  |  381 views

Every evening, I return from my office like a tedious idler. The street where I live hails me by a haze of smoke, heat and noise. The scent of turmeric, wafting from open windows, curls around my nostrils and delicately flows inside my nose and dances downward to bring tingling to my lungs. Mothers call for their children as the light fades and dusk threatens to give way to darkness. A big black cat meandering through the mess with her five kittens rekindles my sense of direction. I stroll down …

 

Trning Tides

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June 3rd 2016  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , True Stories  |  Author: Sunanda  |  333 views

“What was that noise?” asked Alka Singh, craning her neck. It was nearly eight o’clock, the late summer sun losing its luster, shrouding Los Angeles in gray and blue. The fragrance of roses wafted in from the flower beds which were planted by her father and her son Sunil, when he was little. She paused, holding a Tupperware box with potato curry in one hand, the refrigerator door held ajar with the other. Her teenage son Sunil was in his room finishing his summer reading assignment, for school would start …