Memoirs of Dreamers

Preserve A Historical Site – Make It Really Hard To Get To!

2 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5    3.00/5
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July 21st 2012  |  0  |  Category: Adventure , True Stories  |  Author: slenkdee  |  10252 views

This story is a nice little preview of the book “From The Grand Canyon To The Great Wall: Travelers’ Best, Worst And Most Ridiculous Stories From The Road” – complete with 66 other stories from 53 author authors, it is available today in both physical book and just about all ebook formats at www.SlenkDeeLLC.com/Grand2Great.php. Chachapoyas, Peru, is both a region and its capital city in the northern Andes of Peru. The region is covered with pre-Incan and Incan archaeological sites, beautiful hikes, cliffs, waterfalls, canyons, and rivers, and is not …

 

A Slave to Cool

2 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 52 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5    3.00/5
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July 19th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: JoeyB  |  2565 views

He was a slave to cool… or rather, cool was the attribute that most resonated with Devon Estrada’s self-image. Of course, he took great heed not to think of himself in such a manner, the recognition of one’s coolness offsetting coolness itself. Nor would Dev ever use a self-descriptor so passé, so lacking in guile, as cool. In his most indulgent and unchecked moments of self-reflection, which would happen, for instance, while gazing the changing room mirrors at his favorite boutique thrift stores or browsing his Instagram photo albums, Dev …

 

Keith and I

4 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.00/5
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July 18th 2012  |  3  |  Category: Fiction , Other , Romantic Love  |  Author: westygirl77  |  1860 views

My wife Keith forgot to pay the rent again, and Hector is pissed off. Keith is a forgetful woman, and so am I. Keith is the only woman I’ll ever love besides myself. But today Hector hassles and pesters her, my Keith-wife, and I just watch unobtrusively from my mug, chair in hand. Hector blusters and tumbles out broken insults through his lisp. Keith doesn’t understand his sounds at all, but I can tell she wants to cry. Hector is a peculiarly shaped man. He is short, and wide. If you …

 

I’ll Dance At Your Wedding

3 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 5    3.33/5
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July 16th 2012  |  2  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love , Tragedy  |  Author: geedda  |  1159 views

Ansel and Cecile Blankenship had the most beautiful daughter upon which one could feast his eyes. She is five feet seven inches tall, thin as a rake with the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen, offset by ruby red lips, thick and glossy, and natural blond hair that rests on her gorgeous shoulders, fanning out and shining like spun gold. Harriet Blankenship is about to become Mrs. Harold P. Shaw. Hal Shaw is a quintessential perfectly portly portrait of a high school, pen in pocket protector… greasy haired nerd. …

 

Opposite

4 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 54 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5    3.75/5
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July 14th 2012  |  3  |  Category: Fiction , Other , Romantic Love  |  Author: Balaji  |  1715 views

Hi Karthik Just saw your profile, and one of the projects under my account has a requirement that might suit you’… He paused and said, ‘Do one thing, please go and meet Venkat sitting at 2nd floor of D-I building; He has joined our unit last week’ ‘Yes, sure, I will go and meet him’ ‘Call me once you are done’, the senior manager disconnected the call. Though the D-I building was an alien to me, the name that the senior manager told was not. I didn’t like the name …

 

Ni’mat – Blessings !!!

4 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 54 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5    4.00/5
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July 12th 2012  |  5  |  Category: Drama , Fiction , Moral , Other , Romantic Love , Tragedy  |  Author: Nitash  |  5873 views

This story starts with two modern families, Verma’s and Mehta’s. Both families belong to the state of Punjab, India and live in capital city of Punjab, Chandigarh. Mr. Arpit Verma (34 years) works for state government in water supply department and Mr. Rahul Mehta (33 years) has his own import/export business of garments. Mrs. Verma (29 years) and Mrs. Mehta (29 years) are home makers. Arpit lives with his wife and one year old son Arnav in the flat provided by state government. In the same locality near government flats, …

 

The Scream

3 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 53 votes, average: 3.33 out of 5    3.33/5
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July 11th 2012  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Horror , Other  |  Author: Jason P  |  1121 views

I heave open my leaden eyes. Nothing. I delve deep within the shadowed depths of my inner mind. Nothing. No sight, no memories. Who am I? Where am I? What am I? What is ‘I’? I tremble as I lie on whatever it is separating me from the everlasting fall I am convinced I would find beneath. In the darkness I lie, and my mind goes on and on in its endless cycle of terror, in terror of things I know not. Now, as I lie in the darkness, an …

 

Those Blood-Stained Highlands

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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July 10th 2012  |  1  |  Category: Fiction , Philosophical  |  Author: Jason P  |  1551 views

He stood and watched the sun rise above the desolate highlands. He stood on tired, blood stained ground, with tired blood stained feet while he watched the sun. It crept over the craggy mountains, fearful faced. Fearful of sights it might see, afraid of facing what might have happened in the night. Its light crept down the slope towards him, and the tired ground welcomed the slowly waxing rays. The man’s face absorbed the pale light and the scant warmth it brought with joy. It pricked his body amiably and …