Memoirs of Dreamers

Jealousy

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September 15th 2017  |  1  |  Category: Horror  |  Author: neil nedo  |  469 views

In my time I have been forced to deal with some difficult patients. Some were beyond help and others simply would not accept it. Disappointing as those instances were, I learned to deal with failure. It came with my line of work. Alan was the only patient who made me wish I had never tried. I’ve always found it a little funny, the way we admire athletes. They set a bar, inform us on just how far the human body can be pushed. What it’s really capable of, but rarely …

 

Skin Deep

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September 12th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Horror , Suspense , Tragedy  |  Author: lukemepham88  |  241 views

Melissa left work at a little after five. She walked through the car park and to her green Ford Focus, got in, put some tunes on and drove off. Had she looked around and up a few feet she would’ve seen Alex Cowling watching her go. Alex was one of her co-workers and one of the many men there that have a wondering eye for her. He wouldn’t say he was a creep by having this affection for her, even resulting in having dreams of her answering ‘Yes, I couldn’t …

 

A Friendship Not Cherished Soon Becomes A Friendship Lost (A Fable)

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September 4th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Moral , Other  |  Author: Robin  |  271 views

Peter watches through the cracked door of the bedroom, as she comes running, a wicker basket swings in her hand, her naturally, curly blonde ringlets bouncing with each step. Lydia is her name, and quite ftting, as she speaks with a melodious lilt in her small, but a grown up voice. In their short time together Lydia and Peter, her rabbit, become close. So close that she asks her parents permission to bring him along on their family vacation to the beach cottage. Now in her room, at the cottage, …

 

Fake Revolutionary

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August 29th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Romantic Love  |  Author: Dr.Yogesh Sharma  |  182 views

Ayesha Ansari was very nervous. She had just five minutes left for her interview to start but she couldn’t find the right address. Lost, she stopped in the mysterious corridors of JNU to ask the address. Nobody paid any attention to her. All ignored. She was bewildered and confused. Wondered why? All were talking in English but the accent was more confusing. It was neither English nor Bihari, Bengali, Hindi, English and what not. All mixed and with twenty-five percent really good English. ‘Common room…please guide? I have to attend …

 

Old Lady and Her daughter-in-Law

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August 28th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Thriller  |  Author: Dr.Yogesh Sharma  |  196 views

The night was dark. It was past midnight. Torrential rain created almost havoc in the dark night. The only sound audible was thunderbolt and the only light was sky light. I was coming back to Ghaziabad from Dehradun, after attending the marriage of my friend’s daughter. Due to the bad weather, I was driving my car very slowly and carefully. My wife was seated on my side seat. She was very scared of the terrible, dark night. Suddenly, the environment almost blasted by lightning and thunderbolt. Scary, my wife holds …

 

THE PEJJAKAI

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August 27th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Other  |  Author: mamta alva  |  100 views

The woman at the well was old, curved like the nascent moon. Her skin white and wrinkled glittered when drops of water nestled in the grooves of her body. Her wet hair hung limply like silken tassels and her green cotton sari clung like seaweeds to her thin curled figure. The woman drew another pot of water from the well and poured the water over herself. Then she crooked her index finger and shovelled away the water from her body. Finishing her daily ritual of cleansing herself before starting the …

 

Maddie

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August 15th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Horror  |  Author: C A Warren-Howles  |  235 views

The birds were up and singing, as sunlight sprinkled through the partially open curtains like yellow confetti, almost happily and certainly contrary to how Maddie felt. Her head was full of grey whispers. It had been over a week since he left and the cold still filled her belly. She shifted her position and allowed her upturned face to bask in the gold light, figuring it may somehow warm her torn heart. She groaned – better get up, she thought and tiredly dangled her bare legs over the side of …

 

WeoM

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August 12th 2017  |  0  |  Category: Other  |  Author: honey bee  |  119 views

                                                           ”WeoM” The world, wait no “my” world would be a correct term, turned upside down, downside up, sides up down, like a sunny side up fried egg on a quiet Sunday morning back in “my” home town in Nagoya. It is unrelenting, merciless, and similar to that of the quiet before the storm hits. Let’s start with the mundane self-introduction in …