Memoirs of Dreamers



The ABC’s of Love

6 votes, average: 4.83 out of 56 votes, average: 4.83 out of 56 votes, average: 4.83 out of 56 votes, average: 4.83 out of 56 votes, average: 4.83 out of 5    4.83/5
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September 24th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Drama , Inspirational , Romantic Love , True Stories  |  Author: Venessa  |  1456 views

I used to think that people were only capable of loving one person but I guess I was just ignorant. I recently read that there are three distinct types of love that one can feel for another. While the ideal would be to experience all three with the same person, I can’t say the same for myself. Looking back, I realized that I’ve encountered three different people who represent these three forms of love in my life. The first of which is lust. At my age, I thought the raging …

 

Day Trippers

4 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 54 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5    5.00/5
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September 18th 2013  |  3  |  Category: Adventure , Drama , Fiction , Horror , Suspense , Thriller  |  Author: Barry.Murphy  |  8547 views

Pictures, Susan loved to take pictures, landscape, portraits, still life. She would always have her camera to hand, just encase she would miss that sunset, an oddly contorted tree with a barbed wire fence assimilated into it or the moon reflecting on the dark water of the lake, she was a dreamer at heart. Dan has always loved this about her, her ability to see more in a picture then must people. Dan he was more of a practical guy with a “If you don’t judge a book by its …

 

A Sympathetic Interlocutor by D.A.Cairns

5 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 5    4.80/5
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September 17th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Drama , Fiction  |  Author: D.A.Cairns  |  1596 views

Decorated was the word that first came to mind when he noticed her cheeks. Breaking eye contact only very briefly because he wanted to hold her gaze as long as possible, the strange patterns on her cheeks caught his attention. They might have been scars, burn scars or, had they been located somewhere else on her body, the kind of scars left after a surgical attempt to remove tattoos. The thought intrigued him for a moment and suspended the moment of greeting in time.   Suddenly aware of her soft …

 

WHAT WERE YOU BORN TO DO?

5 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 55 votes, average: 4.80 out of 5    4.80/5
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September 14th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Moral  |  Author: tkrause  |  850 views

Jerry was born to fly. From the time he was little, when his mother pushed him from the nest, Jerry loved to soar through the air. Up and down, high and low, Jerry spend his days gliding gracefully in the sky. One day Jerry met Steve. Steve was different from Jerry. Steve loved to climb trees. Steve had spent his whole life climbing up and down every tree he could find. It could even be said the Steve may well have been the best tree climber ever. Even though they …

 

The Devil Inside

3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5    4.67/5
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September 9th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Tragedy  |  Author: Jack R  |  734 views

I met the Devil today while driving home. No, he does not have horns nor does he have a pitchfork. He is a man, an ordinary man that blends in with everyone. He is neither black nor white, but he is a human being. The Devil can control you without you even knowing he is doing it. I was driving on the Interstate and something told me to pull over and pick a hitchhiker up. I would never do this! I told myself. “You are crazy if you pull over.” …

 

THE GRAMMAR NAZI’s (a very very short story)

4 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 54 votes, average: 4.25 out of 5    4.25/5
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September 4th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: shainur ullah  |  1176 views

Higgler’s grammar Nazis have taken over most of Europe and people who have difficulties with grammar or anyone who is dyslectic, or doesn’t have the right accent have to be taken to the grammatation camps for severe gruelling work and gassing. They have to wear a special sticker so people will recognise them as an incorrect grammar person. Shops have been smashed and businesses have been burnt by the grammar Nazis as they are seen as not equal and in the grammar Nazi world, the pure race is someone who …

 

‘To Sweden, bar love.’ Part 1

3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 53 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5    4.33/5
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September 3rd 2013  |  1  |  Category: Romantic Love  |  Author: Daryl  |  1240 views

The lights were bright, they hurt my eyes. She had gotten new energy-saving bulbs, but they seemed to exude more energy than the last ones did. A fly was flying in haphazard circles around them, occasionally hitting it which must have hurt the little thing, yet it kept forever hovering around it. “Alex, did you hear me?” I looked back down. She had her hands on the handle of the open door, a look of consternation across her features. Her handbag was blue this time, it was red last week, …

 

Captive Ladybird

3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 53 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5    4.67/5
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September 2nd 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Philosophical  |  Author: Fariba  |  1720 views

Here I am… Seated on a chair in a room,surrounded by the tall, gloomy walls. It is raining out side,perhaps…if so , the ground is wet and on any of the leaves ,the drops of rain are sliding down,linger on … suspended, the leaves are bending down of ,sorrowful weight of drops… and all of a sudden, they split and drop down…one by one…like the moments are running away from me… I tap my fingers on the arm wood of the chair, like tapping the keys of a piano, and …