Memoirs of Dreamers



Hello Anna! A True Love Story from Russia

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January 13th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Romantic Love  |  Author: bryguy1955  |  707 views

Who could even imagine that two complete strangers from opposite sides of the world that do not even speak the same language could meet online and fall in love. Is this even possible? Yes, it is not only possible but this is exactly how it happened for Bryan and Anna. Bryan’s struggle to find love in a marriage that had completely fallen apart after a length of 12 years came to an end when his wife decided to leave him and his 2 children with a mortgage he could not …

 

Make Your Life Magical !

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December 31st 2013  |  0  |  Category: Inspirational , Moral , Tragedy  |  Author: Nikunj  |  738 views

A short passage with a big moral. Once upon a time there were two great friends – Ram and Shyam, both were aspiring dancers at ground level. Ram was very passionate about his dreams to become one of the best dancers India has ever seen. He wanted the world to know who he was. He wanted to create his own world where dance was defined by him. Though he had already given a good number of auditions, he was never able to click to fame; but from each rejection he …

 

I … From Heaven

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December 31st 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Philosophical  |  Author: ashish negi  |  1180 views

    When I was child… I was simple, truthful, and full of affection or you can say what a usual child is supposed to be. My greatest quote to believe was “to eat and to sleep”. I was demanding but my all desires were easy to be fulfilled by my surrounding. I had a friend circle with whom I used to play around. I had another special friend with whom I used to roam around; it was my grandfather, who was most learned man in the world for me. …

 

The Bickford County Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest

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December 20th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love , Tragedy  |  Author: geedda  |  947 views

The Bickford County Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest… Evan Goodjohn Mabel Frost, the only girl entered in the Bickford County Seed Spitting Contest, sat eating a slice of fresh cut, juicy watermelon on a picnic table on the fairgrounds periphery. Mabel was a pretty girl with two braided pigtails hanging precariously over her slender shoulders. Her freckles, blemishes she abhorred, covered her face giving her the appearance of a young Doris Day. The boys entered in the contest liked Mabel, thought the girl was, well, cute, but Mabel wasn’t ready for …

 

The Book

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December 17th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fairy tales  |  Author: Krepsie3  |  548 views

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close to the end, and that was a while ago.” I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal. You begin to ask me something. “Don’t ask me how i know. I just do. Things just feel really final …

 

Be positive

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December 15th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author: Girdhar Mishra  |  947 views

SHRIHARI ‘B +VE’ The stomach ache of Krissh was not as painful as his boredom was. He was admitted in hospital due to infection in his stomach and there was no one around to cheer him up as he was living in a hostel away from his home…and he did not inform to his family as he didn’t want to let them bother about his sickness. Krissh was staring a fan from his bed on that boring evening….. When a girl was carried and laid on a bed just next …

 

‘To Sweden, bar love.’ Part 3

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December 12th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Other  |  Author: Daryl  |  623 views

Blue, green and red neon lights pulsated above, mingling in a Technicolor dream. The dancers ranged in age from “Too-young-to-know-better” to those obviously trying to get their ‘groove back’. Smoke machines cast the scene in a thick white blanket, hiding the feverish, sweaty couples from the prying eyes of their immediate neighbours. The music boomed, shaking the floor with its bass. I had her hand in mine and another on her hip. She was facing away, but I could tell she was enjoying herself. We were participating in that age-old courtship ritual …

 

the seashore ***** bowhead to mom

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December 12th 2013  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: Girdhar Mishra  |  635 views

Shri hari The Seashore The wind near seashore is totally different from the ordinary wind flow in our northern plains. I was enjoying this wind, near Mahalaxmi temple which is situated in Chennai on seashore of Indian ocean. Sea was spraying little salty drops of water on my face and i was trying to measure the dimensions of sea through my little eyes…and sea was teaching me lessons of being broad, energetic and motivated. “Can you order tea for us…my son?” My mom asked me, sitting on a nearby bench. …