Memoirs of Dreamers

Sunset Memories… Humans are mortal but the effect of love always remains

4 votes, average: 4.50 out of 54 votes, average: 4.50 out of 54 votes, average: 4.50 out of 54 votes, average: 4.50 out of 54 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5    4.50/5
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August 23rd 2012  |  4  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational , Romantic Love , Tragedy  |  Author: Ayaan  |  636 views

Doing a comparison between mountain and sea is always controversial – few are fascinated by mountain jungles, waterfalls, narrow steep roads and few like me are fascinated by the sea – calm on the shores but far from the shore it fights , it is slightly bipolar – one moment your eyes will visualize it as tired and depressed but the next moment it will turn anxious and angry – this uncertainty of character attracts me like a magnet. The Sea is calling on you – Jump off the Boat …

 

Under The Mahogany Tree

5 votes, average: 4.00 out of 55 votes, average: 4.00 out of 55 votes, average: 4.00 out of 55 votes, average: 4.00 out of 55 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.00/5
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August 22nd 2012  |  5  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author: Dandreb James  |  1895 views

The sun does not illuminate the field where I stand. The chill of the cold February breeze weakens my every bone. The smell of every blossoming flower is like venom that anesthetized my body. The dark gray sky, the loneliness of the lake…it all adds up to  my lament. The feeling of melancholy gradually consumes my totality, especially when I think of the memories I had in this place…on this very spot. I stand here near a paved area at the foot of the mahogany tree. This tree in the …

 

A Little Girl, and Her Grandpa’s Horse…Sugar.

8 votes, average: 4.50 out of 58 votes, average: 4.50 out of 58 votes, average: 4.50 out of 58 votes, average: 4.50 out of 58 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5    4.50/5
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August 21st 2012  |  8  |  Category: Adventure , Children , Comedy , Inspirational , True Stories  |  Author:  |  4087 views

This is a story about one little girl’s love for horses. Country for me is just a part of life, like the sun rising and setting; my days rise and set in the country life. From the time I was a young girl riding a spring horse and nearly touching his nose to the floor in my grandfathers farm house, I knew, I was going to ride horses all my life. To this day I can walk into an old barn, take in the smell of horses, hay and horse …

 

Lost Warmth

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 20th 2012  |  3  |  Category: Other  |  Author: Sam.Cuch  |  850 views

The Lost Warmth Upon the lost she waits. Quiet and alone, staring out a window through white lace curtains. A gentile warm breeze blows in from the bright world beyond, giving the curtains a brief life, dancing upon the lost. The warmth touches her lips and a fond memory flutters in her thoughts. A moment when all the world around her became the touch of his lips. The moment slips away from her, like the wind through lace curtains. She can feel an emptiness inside as the wind blows around …

 

Her

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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August 19th 2012  |  3  |  Category: Romantic Love  |  Author: Atif Arif Ali  |  989 views

As I lay in bed pondering over my deeds, trying to think what I did wrong and what should really have been done. My cell phones ‘beeps’. Another text message? What on earth is wrong with her? Why is she doing this to herself? Does she really have to ruin her perfect life? Somewhere inside me a voice says that it’s my entire fault, I’m to be blamed for whatever happened. I wish my life wasn’t as complicated as I’ve made it. Life would’ve been much easier if I could’ve …

 

The day I knew it was her

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August 18th 2012  |  6  |  Category: Romantic Love , True Stories  |  Author: Eric Swinson  |  1155 views

I remember the moment clearly. I remember the dim yellow lighting in the last car of the metro train as it pulled away from the station. I felt the buzz of my phone in my pocket. It was unusual that I felt it, especially on a noisy moving train, but I felt it this time. I had a new text message. If I could have seen myself, I imagine I would have looked pale, bewildered and possibly even short of breath. As I read the message, my world suddenly felt …

 

The Angelic Touch

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 17th 2012  |  2  |  Category: Inspirational  |  Author: Lawrence  |  412 views

She touched my life. And when she did, I changed forever. I used to complain bitterly about trivial problems in life. I would feel so aggravated and consider myself the most unluckiest person on earth because I sat on my i- phone and crushed the screen; or because I lost a Rolex watch; or because I committed a little mistake in an exam. I’d be gloomy the entire day. I’d been through very unfortunate circumstances. Girls have dumped me; I’ve lost huge sums of money, I’ve missed job opportunities; but …

 

Take a Seat

2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 52 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5    4.50/5
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August 10th 2012  |  3  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: Jason P  |  908 views

“Take a seat.” To sit down. To stand up. A green chair, with shackles peeking from underneath isn’t my lot. So I stand, and happily. What freedom in your own feet, how joyful liberty from that chair and those shackles. The bored man sitting scowling; “Take a seat.” I glance down; look past the green chair. The shackles eye me up. I stare them down. But still… I take a nervous step, towards the window. And the blue skies. And the trees. To the birds. To the birds and their …