Memoirs of Dreamers

Outbound.

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 2nd 2012  |  2  |  Category: Horror  |  Author: Wraith  |  2603 views

A young man with a black Nasum t-shirt, black jeans and black Converse high-tops smashed both fists into the train doors as they slid open, heart racing, hazel eyes glaring, jaw clenched tightly shut, mind engulfed in a wildfire of wrath. Every passenger in the car took notice of him instantly, for his entrance was so abrupt, his anger so palpable that it could have sent a brutal tremor all across the floor and shattered the windows, were it a physical force. He quickly sat down on the nearest seat …

 

Just a Thought

1 vote, average: 3.00 out of 51 vote, average: 3.00 out of 51 vote, average: 3.00 out of 51 vote, average: 3.00 out of 51 vote, average: 3.00 out of 5    3.00/5
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August 1st 2012  |  3  |  Category: Fiction , Inspirational  |  Author: Darryl  |  696 views

Hello, my name is Joe At water and I would like to tell you how I got to where I am today. It’s funny how life can be at times, the smallest of ideas can change a nation and that is exactly what happened in my case, so sit back, make yourself comfortable, and open your mind to your own possibilities. The GFC had hit everyone hard and the small business owner, of which I am one, seemed to be hit the hardest. The government was doing nothing to help …

 

The Hat

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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July 31st 2012  |  3  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Daniel Kamin  |  1698 views

John wandered, aimless and unconcerned, like an old dog who has lost his master. His eyes never left the pavement; the cracks might have been of great interest to him or maybe he didn’t have the will to lift his head. There seemed to be nothing left in the man, no reason to continue on with his life. His chest heaved and fell with long breaths like the sigh found in the middle of a long sob. He shuffled along the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his leather jacket, oblivious to …

 

Adventures in Skyrim

1 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.00/5
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July 30th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Adventure , Tragedy  |  Author: David  |  866 views

Everyone who has played Bethesda’s most recent Elder Scrolls game Skyrim, has plenty of heroic and nefarious stories about killing rebels, stealing horses, and avoiding deadly traps. This story, however, is the result of The Dark Brotherhood not checking references before hiring a man for the job… The Quest: Bound Until Death. The Target, Vittoria Vici (a cousin to the emperor of Cyrodil). The Dark Brotherhood gave this quest to Rizzen in an attempt to bring the Emperor to Skyrim so that they may assassinate him as well. They wanted …

 

Chance Cards

1 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 51 vote, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.00/5
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July 28th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Eleanor  |  1078 views

Jack watched the laughing children play happily on the swings outside the motel. “Jack!” Mummy snapped the curtains shut and the curtain rings clattered so loudly it made him jump. “Pay attention. Eight times tables.” She was putting his pyjamas over his head while he recited, struggling at seven eights. “You’re getting better,” she smiled. But it wasn’t one of her wide-mouthed, all teeth showing, happy grins, like back in the big house whenever Jack and Daddy would make Mummy laugh. It was her slightly dipped brow, no twinkle in …

 

Red Card

2 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 52 votes, average: 2.50 out of 5    2.50/5
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July 27th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Sriragh  |  855 views

He looked at the beautiful expanse of greenery in front of him, that beautiful green beast never failed to instill that old excitement in him but it also brought about a certain disappointment but he cared no more. He was happy to accept his life now. He accepted the mediocrity and has learned to live with it. But that didn’t stop him from remembering those beautiful moments he lived, ’treasures of memory’ as he called it. In the beautiful green lawn in front of him he saw people running with …

 

Lucy

4 votes, average: 3.00 out of 54 votes, average: 3.00 out of 54 votes, average: 3.00 out of 54 votes, average: 3.00 out of 54 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5    3.00/5
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July 26th 2012  |  2  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author: Eleanor  |  948 views

I’m not sure when it all stopped. You know, the magic, the chemistry, the fireworks. The cute morning texts and the hundreds of texts that followed throughout the day, taking me away from the drag of work and the overly rude clients. I could fucking slap them sometimes. “If you’re actually able to keep some clients this time round, you might get employee of the month!” Piss off you patronizing cock. Those texts melted away my frustration, you see. And then in the evening when I got home, I got …

 

Distortion

3 votes, average: 2.67 out of 53 votes, average: 2.67 out of 53 votes, average: 2.67 out of 53 votes, average: 2.67 out of 53 votes, average: 2.67 out of 5    2.67/5
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July 25th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Thriller  |  Author: Eleanor  |  694 views

“Start from the beginning, Annie.” Henry and I were walking through the endless corridors of the empty building, where the lights always flickered and the doors always creaked. Only the humming of the vending machine could be heard. We scrubbed, polished and dusted, until the business people came with their briefcases and their loud clonking heels, and their coffees, and their insincere ‘Good morning!’s. I’d throw out the rubbish as usual because Henry could never be bothered. This was a reoccurring problem with past cleaners too. First there was Bruce, …