Memoirs of Dreamers

Wee Man From Green Isle

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March 19th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Bedtime , Fiction  |  Author: geedda  |  1031 views

Wee Man From Green Isle Leprechauns, the wee folks, are thought to be a legend, a myth, and until two days ago, I would have agreed. It was a blustery, cold day in March on the eastern shore of the Atlantic, on the coast of Maine where I maintain a summer home; March through September. I was washing the windows of my modest home. As I stood atop the six-foot step ladder, I could see Munson Cove below the cliff on which my home was built. The gulls were soaring …

 

The Dream

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March 12th 2014  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: Janice  |  522 views

Chills ran down her body as the ends of her hair touched her cheek. Her eyes were closed but she could sense the looming figure overhead. Curled in a fetal position, the intense gaze from her pair of eyes seemed to linger upon her back and on top of her. Between the worlds of wakefulness and slumber she hung, but neither could give her the relief she prayed for. In the corner there lay her friend, someone not particularly significant, just one that she meets often, sleeping soundly and unaware. …

 

THE WALL

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March 11th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Adventure , Drama , Fiction , Horror , Moral , Suspense , Thriller , Tragedy  |  Author: David Isidoro  |  1130 views

The WALL By David Isidoro The circular glass view ports, inches in front of eyes, keep fogging. Only problem is that I can’t just remove my mask with no greenery around me. I can’t help but breath hard, I haven’t stopped running across this barren intersection since we left our camp. Around me are the burned out shells of mankind’s creation of luxury automobiles. Now, they just seem to be evidence of the World’s down fall. The distant rumbling behind me could be either another common thunder storm or an …

 

My Death Row Boredom

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February 19th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Suspense  |  Author: Christopher  |  748 views

The daily routine in death row can be mind numbingly repetitive. Lights on, breakfast, lunch, exercise, dinner, lights off, and repeat. Day after day, over and over. Most of the time I find myself day dreaming or lost in the memories of my past. Without the mental escapes the monotony of existing here would drive a man insane. I do not claim to be a sane man or even a good one. Today I find myself on the outside looking in. It was a muggy summer night in Detroit and …

 

Is This Seat Taken?

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February 13th 2014  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: mikedomino  |  708 views

The little neighborhood park I usually go to was fenced off for renovations one day, so, with coffee and morning paper in hand, I decided to sit on the steps of a random pre-war, rent-controlled walk-up apartment building on East 32nd between Second and Third. This place is what would have been referred to as a tenement back in the 19th century. The city was very quiet since it was the Friday before Labor Day, so I sipped coffee and read the paper on the stoop. Even on the quietest …

 

The perfect thief

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February 12th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Other , Satire , Tragedy  |  Author: Gaurav  |  1263 views

“Do you have any idea how to write a fantasy ?”, she asked . ” Do you expect a criminal psychologist to write a fantasy story ? Why can’t you figure it out yourself . And by the way, I had already warned you to apply for Law or Psychology, not everyone understands Literature .” ” Dad, enough of it, I thought you could help me , but its fine ,forget it. “”Actually I do remember a real life fantasy , but I am not very sure whether this will …

 

Ricky Glasses and Baby Sam

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February 6th 2014  |  1  |  Category: Other , True Stories  |  Author: mikedomino  |  776 views

Ricky Glasses was so named for the giant coke-bottle spectacles that covered most of his face. The first time I saw him he was leaning against the wall of an SRO (Single Room Occupancy Hotel) around the corner from where I live on East 32nd Street. At first glance, he appeared to be scrawny, even runty, but he’s one of the toughest guys I ever met in New York City. Experts say that when we come in contact with new people, our minds form first impressions in seven-tenths of a …

 

The Dark Kiss

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February 4th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author: geedda  |  701 views

The Dark Kiss… The first girl I ever kissed was Martha Fay Upham in the Evergreen Cemetery on Mount Pleasant Street, in our small town of Bickford Maine. It was twilight, just turning dark at 4:30 on a cloudy November evening. We snuggled close, more to get warm than show of affection. We stood behind a large moss covered stone replica of a huge butterfly, the symbol of the resurrection of the body. Martha Fay was fourteen, and I was fifteen, and neither of us had ever dated; I was …