Memoirs of Dreamers



Ink on the finger…A Short Story in a Wake of a Moment

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October 16th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Children , Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: Satish  |  1704 views

Mahanvi… nine months old she was, just crawling and there are new toys invented for the 6- 2yrs old in the toys market. Chinese had somehow produced low cost swimming pool with ducks and swans floating on the waters, a mobile app is controlling this for parental guidance for kid to have semblance of joy while playing with the swimming toy set. Got this product offering on the newly released mobile device in a tradeshow product launch. The manufacturing company of mobile phones had, come up with the fathers love …

 

Chalega Arts Company

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October 15th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Tragedy  |  Author: Satish  |  1754 views

RAAG LEHREN Suniyega… The performance of sound testing began by a group of girls and women…aged between 16 to 70 yrs had been singing Saa… Re… ga.. Ma… Audience is coming more in numbers, chairs are filled and people are not able to find empty chairs to sit. Someone went to cafeteria to bring couple of chairs on their own. There is space between an outer wall and compound. I was just sitting over there and trying to see the full view of the stage. I can only see three …

 

The Broken Tree

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October 13th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Satire , Suspense  |  Author: Satish  |  1818 views

The stage aspects dramatically towards the wrecked stem of the tree. Once up on a time it hurled the sweeping airs of the summer nights along those creaking sounds of the windows. Clichéd of histories and past times, melancholy of distortions, leaning back chairs any way one want to pay for. Dramatist want to show case the curricle of the show biz, while the audience leaning back in chairs listening with passion, through the silence sheathing over the gullible parchment that regaled and fathomed orchestrations, without eggs and tomatoes being …

 

Farewell Part 9

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October 10th 2014  |  3  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author:  |  1307 views

Tohko woke up. Judging from a thick, heavy ray shining from the gap of the curtain like a Gobelin tapestry, she felt that this was not the thing of the morning, but the ripe sunlight of the afternoon. Because of luxurious fatigue caused by deep, long sleeping, she did not yet bring herself to get up. Only one thing, in which she was interested, in those days when she did not need to do anything. If she checked the e-mail box, there might be an e-mail from “That man”! She thought, …

 

The Devil’s Daughter

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October 8th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Horror , Other  |  Author: Mitch  |  2627 views

Melvin Ludlow lay dead beneath a sweltering noon sun, a syrupy mixture of blood and brain fluid leaking from his shattered skull and simmering on the sizzling East Texas sidewalk. “What happened,” asked a curious bystander. “Cops blew his head off,” another replied. “Damn shame. I wonder why?” “Ain’t no shame, he deserved it,” said another. “He killed his wife. Snuck up on her and shot her in the back of the head.” “Holy Christ,” the first bystander exclaimed. “I wonder why he would do such a thing.” “Why? If …

 

THE SUCCESSFUL ONE

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October 7th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Moral  |  Author: Ruby  |  803 views

It was another regular morning. On the screen, he was smiling at me. I miss him. I love seeing his smile every morning, just like when I was still living with them. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he warmly greeted me. How are you?” “Good morning, Dad,” I replied and smiled. “I’m okay, thanks. How are you? And how’s Ma?” “Everybody’s fine here,” he said. Then he peered closely to the screen. “Is that a new outfit?” “Oh.” I looked down at my pink blouse and blue blazer. “Yeah. For work. Do …

 

She

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October 6th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Drama , Romantic Love , Thriller , Tragedy  |  Author:  |  1514 views

Solitude need not be painful. Each morning I walked amidst crowds, strangers around, oblivious of my existence. There were none I cared about, and none who cared about me. I’ve been this way for longer than I could remember. An inanimate soul lurking in silence. I wasn’t lonely. I preferred the solitude. Any remnant feelings for humanity within me slowly deteriorated with each passing day. I was in perfect awe of my independence. Free of any responsibility besides survival. I had learnt to embrace my freedom from commitment. What was …

 

PSYCHEDELIC MUSHROOMS

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September 29th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Srinath  |  1342 views

“I don’t know about you, man, but I am not going to drink tonight” Prakash said, dousing himself with deodorant. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do? Go to bed early like a good boy?” John asked, the skepticism in his voice evident. It was their third day in Kodaikanal for the MC-Tech All India Executives’ Meet. The last two nights Prakash had been whooping it up like there was no tomorrow. But it made no difference to his presentations the day after. He was still as suave …