Memoirs of Dreamers

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  |  1202 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  |  1260 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  |  1741 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 …

 

Hell and the Hell’s Angels

3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 53 votes, average: 5.00 out of 53 votes, average: 5.00 out of 53 votes, average: 5.00 out of 53 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5    5.00/5
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August 31st 2013  |  1  |  Category: Drama , True Stories  |  Author:  |  1082 views

  “My Husband was pissed at the Hell’s Angels. They told us we could ride with them from the Lower East Side down to Tijuana, Mexico.” She had close-cropped, mostly grey hair, weary eyes, a denim jacket, and an artist’s face. “We rode behind them. We weren’t in the gang but those pussies put their bikes in a truck and didn’t ride them down to Mexico like they told us they would. Yeah, we followed a truck-load full of the Hell’s Angels motorcycles all the way form New York to …

 

Katie

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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August 27th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Suspense  |  Author:  |  1189 views

As usual, Katie took a sip of her morning coffee before heading out to college. She realized she was running late, class was starting in 20 minutes. To top it up, the morning jam is unbearable. It normally takes her about a quick 10 minutes drive from Kiara Park Condo to HELP University College, excluding traffic. Thankfully, she managed to prepare an on-the-go breakfast- she packed 2 bananas and a yogurt in her tupperware. She decided to take the Myvi out today as it was smaller. Most of the time …

 

We Watched Them

3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 53 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5    3.67/5
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August 26th 2013  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author:  |  1075 views

Jane sent me a text on Wednesday and asked me if I was busy the day after. She only ever texted me if she wanted to do something with the kids. Jane was my age and lived in one of those neighborhoods downtown where the houses are old and dilapidated. I had spent most of my summer there getting to know the kids who lived in the area. They would come to Jane’s house on the corner. It was tall and green and looked like a Christmas tree, and it …

 

Rooting for The Dog – Down Under

2 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 52 votes, average: 3.50 out of 5    3.50/5
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August 21st 2013  |  0  |  Category: Other  |  Author:  |  432 views

Rooting for The Dog  -  Down Under     Turning my engine off in the parking garage, after a mad dash to get it off the street before 7:59 AM to avoid a ticket I heard a baritone voice singing “ The Star Spangled Banner “.   The attendant rounded the corner from the subterranean darkness. I recognized him after years of being a customer. It was Ray, the man from Belize.   “ Feeling exceptionally patriotic today Ray, or did you go to a ball game yesterday?”  I asked …

 

Why am I here? A shelter dog’s story.

1 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 5    5.00/5
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August 20th 2013  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: panich  |  637 views

Why am I here? I see others that go. A few come back but not many. There are two ways that they leave, one that goes out the front and one out the back. The front is good. You can hear people laughing sometimes, and everyone gets excited. Pups almost always go out that way. My best friend left days ago and I don’t have any idea where or why. Maybe the little girl has him. I remember her. She was the only person who ever looked at me with …