Memoirs of Dreamers

Of Tales Untold

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April 21st 2013  |  1  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Inspirational , Philosophical , Romantic Love  |  Author: arunbabu  |  989 views

Amit was coming home after 2 years. As much as he fell in love with the seasons of that foreign land twice over, he missed those seasons he grew up in. He reached home early in the morning. The breakfast along with family was blissful, the one he longed for while gulping down the toasted bread and the bottled juice. Promising his mom to be back for dinner, he called up a dear old friend and went out for lunch. It was a restaurant they frequented during their college days. …

 

The Bridge

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April 20th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Philosophical  |  Author: weaverbird  |  817 views

I was always on the bridge, between victory and defeat, between smile and cry, between beauty and ugliness and between life and death. I wanted to cross the bridge, at least once. But my mind never allowed. The Past Tense I was not a so-good student; neither had I fallen into the other category. I spent most of my time in front of the text books, while my mind kept wandering in the unknown lands of dreams. At exams, I fared well enough so that my teachers never called my …

 

The Pity Party

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April 19th 2013  |  2  |  Category: Drama  |  Author: Jennifer  |  942 views

The wine-cheap. The chairs-itchy, and guaranteed to pinch the thighs. Only the crystal chandelier relieved the severity of the tone, but it couldn’t be helped. One can’t always have a room as miserable as one would like it. They had drawn up the white sheet over poor Harry’s face, and the widow considered that there was nothing much left to live for. She had no use for cards, flowers, and the common sorts of well-meaning visitor. Instead, she much preferred to throw an old fashioned pity party. The guest list …

 

The Most Beautiful Smile I ever Saw

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April 18th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Children , Fiction , Inspirational , Moral  |  Author: Arun  |  1113 views

A bright Sunday morning of the millennium year in the city of dreams-Bombay. I woke up to the first photograph I ever took-of my then eight year old sister’s. For some reason, I liked it more than any other, much to my sister’s disagreement. I never liked working early morning, one of the perks my profession allowed, that of a photographer. But today, I have to keep the promise I made to my dear friend- to do a photo shoot for her NGO. It was not a rosy picture. The …

 

Executioner

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April 17th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Adventure , Fiction , Other  |  Author: Mackenzie  |  1324 views

The sunlight raced the length of Tomas Seville’s enormous broadsword as he raised it high. A thunderous roar filled his ears and echoed off his brain like the pounding of waves on the Theasian shore. For a moment the seven foot long blade felt as light as the air in which it hung. Time stopped, the moment that was a mere blink of an eye took on the feel of days, weeks, maybe years. Seville was a knight, honorable, chivalrous, gallant. He was the eldest son of the late Lord …

 

The Mark

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April 14th 2013  |  4  |  Category: Adventure , Fiction , Moral , Romantic Love , Tragedy  |  Author: Petah  |  3311 views

Trembling like a Jimi Hendrix guitar string, the needle of the tachometer swung up towards the red line and then fell back down with each steady shift of the gears. The sea blue 1969 Corvette 427 Stingray glided like a jet airplane from curve to curve. On that warm Californian afternoon, Anthony escaped the city limits of suburbia and tamed the smooth asphalt stretches hugging the Black Star Canyon. His car in its heyday was named the fastest production car in the world, but ten years before, it had been …

 

Sharkey’s Revenge

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April 12th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Drama , Inspirational , Tragedy  |  Author: Daryl  |  782 views

Sitting in his favourite armchair riddled with moth holes, Sharkey was enjoying a nice cup of tea when his missus came into the living room covered in shit. Not even deigning to blink as he took in this odd sight, Sharkey took a huge gulp of tea and, trying not to smile, braced for his wife’s upcoming tirade. “That Patrick Maguire and his family are a shower of bastards!” she shrieked, dropping a few dried turds on the dusty faux-Persian rug on the floor in her agitation. “What’s after happening, …

 

The Manilla Road – The Doctor

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April 11th 2013  |  2  |  Category: Fiction , Horror , Philosophical , Suspense , Thriller , Tragedy  |  Author: Sam.Cuch  |  853 views

The Manilla Road The Doctor He sits in the corner of a musky dark room, holding onto a small piece of dark cloth. It smells of the last person he’s ever seen. The young boys name has long left his thoughts, he likes it to be that way. But the boys smell pulsated though his mind like a cocktail of drugs. Both numbing his senses and boiling them to a feverish rage. His long gray boney fingers creek as he raises the cloth to his nonexistent nose. He shakes as …