Memoirs of Dreamers



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  |  1539 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 …

 

Fly Away Frankie

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 7th 2012  |  2  |  Category: Fiction , Tragedy  |  Author: Jason P  |  1458 views

Autumn stained the ground, her fingers leaving streaks in the ground that twirled playfully in and out of solemn trees. Beams of sunlight strove to reach through the thick canopy of branches and leaves. Oak, elm, rowan, and birch fought each other for those few precious rays and gnarled roots gouged the earth. Through these trees, a cobbled country road gently wound its way through the fiery scene. Along this, a young man walked. Head down, he labored desolately with the air of one twice his years. His dark, obviously …

 

Me and My Friend Paul

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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July 6th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Thriller , True Stories  |  Author: Jason P  |  779 views

Strange sights can arise in the indistinct hours when one is left wondering whether they are below the sun or the stars. Great forgotten beasts loom out of the murky light but wither and fade as one draws near. Trees become bulky giants towering over one’s head, while bushes are wild creatures crouching in the gloom, with intent too dark to write. Strange sounds assault one’s ears, as the creatures of the night awaken from slumber and their daytime counterparts begin their repose. The air echoes with their respective goodnight …

 

A Preview of What’s Coming

4 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 54 votes, average: 3.25 out of 5    3.25/5
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July 5th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Children , Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical , Tragedy  |  Author: Junaid  |  527 views

“I hear a kid in the background. Is the TV on?” my colleague Anu asked me during a conference call while we waited for the client to join in. It was late evening and I was dialing in from home. “That’s my three year old son” I told her. “Apologies for the racket he is creating” I said while I gestured at my babysitter to take my son into a different room. I had set up my home-office in the hall and I could not move if I wanted to …

 

TANDOORI DHABA

6 votes, average: 3.17 out of 56 votes, average: 3.17 out of 56 votes, average: 3.17 out of 56 votes, average: 3.17 out of 56 votes, average: 3.17 out of 5    3.17/5
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July 4th 2012  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Manoj  |  1137 views

Paaro was in the tin shed bathroom just behind the dhaba. She had just finished giving Jassi a thorough cleaning. It was only when Jassi had started crying, she made her wear a fresh set of clothes asked her to go out. She now took off her clothes and put them in the bucket as well. She sprinkled a liberal dose of detergent and dipping both her hands into the bucket spun around the clothes so that each fibre would get soaked with the detergent. She let the clothes soak …

 

Take My Coat (Revised final)

5 votes, average: 3.40 out of 55 votes, average: 3.40 out of 55 votes, average: 3.40 out of 55 votes, average: 3.40 out of 55 votes, average: 3.40 out of 5    3.40/5
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July 3rd 2012  |  1  |  Category: Comedy , Drama , Fiction , Romantic Love  |  Author: uthaker  |  1636 views

[I] “Inmates of Gu..an..tana.. Bay..” A cluster of words scrolled off the teleprompter like runaway rascals. “Cut! cut, cut,” said Buxton. “You should read the script.” The anchor pulled out a brush and stroked her cheeks. The potbellied cameraman chewed his nail and walked over to the news desk. “Be careful man, Ramhorn is here,” he whispered. Be careful. Buxton Painskill had heard it many times, but it was not his fault that he had inherited eyes from his doe-eyed Mom. ‘But why do I have to be vigilant of …

 

It Ended with a Whimper

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 2nd 2012  |  3  |  Category: Philosophical  |  Author: Darryl  |  840 views

As is the case with all species there is a distinct start, an evolution and finally its ultimate demise. We call this event extinction but in truth it is just the normal progression that happens on this planet we call earth. What we, the human race, could never comprehend was that we could not change that fact. We always thought of ourselves as something special, something above evolution, something that could change its own destiny. We were wrong… Global warming and cooling is something that has been happening since the …

 

Sixty Five Roses

3 votes, average: 3.00 out of 53 votes, average: 3.00 out of 53 votes, average: 3.00 out of 53 votes, average: 3.00 out of 53 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5    3.00/5
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June 29th 2012  |  2  |  Category: Fairy tales , Fiction , Other , Philosophical , Tragedy  |  Author: weseektheomissions  |  1011 views

My heart is cracking today. These quick fixes aren’t working. So many hairline fractures in that beating, bloody ceramic. Tape won’t do, it comes unstuck. Glue and epoxy burn. I tried wrapping a ribbon around it and tying a bow, but it didn’t cheer me up, it just came unraveled. If I could fix it from the inside out that might work, but how can one do that without taking oneself completely apart? I don’t have time for this. The world doesn’t stop and neither can I. I’m far down …