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True stories contain the real, original and the eye- witnessed events of someone’s life. People who want to share the real incidences of their lives can write in this section. Also they can enjoy reading the actual incidences of others! You can write from the wide range of array of true horror stories, true love stories, true adventure, true comedy drama, supernatural stories etc.


Is This Seat Taken?

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February 13th 2014  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: mikedomino  |  708 views

The little neighborhood park I usually go to was fenced off for renovations one day, so, with coffee and morning paper in hand, I decided to sit on the steps of a random pre-war, rent-controlled walk-up apartment building on East 32nd between Second and Third. This place is what would have been referred to as a tenement back in the 19th century. The city was very quiet since it was the Friday before Labor Day, so I sipped coffee and read the paper on the stoop. Even on the quietest …

 

Ricky Glasses and Baby Sam

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February 6th 2014  |  1  |  Category: Other , True Stories  |  Author: mikedomino  |  776 views

Ricky Glasses was so named for the giant coke-bottle spectacles that covered most of his face. The first time I saw him he was leaning against the wall of an SRO (Single Room Occupancy Hotel) around the corner from where I live on East 32nd Street. At first glance, he appeared to be scrawny, even runty, but he’s one of the toughest guys I ever met in New York City. Experts say that when we come in contact with new people, our minds form first impressions in seven-tenths of a …

 

Plenty of Fish, with Sharks.

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January 20th 2014  |  0  |  Category: Fiction , Romantic Love , Satire , Tragedy , True Stories  |  Author: David Isidoro  |  2626 views

Plenty of fish, with Sharks After two and a half years, it’s over. Never saw the end coming or maybe I just chose not to. Life gets hazy. Be at work at 7am, don’t be late, and restrain yourself from committing suicide at your dead end job. Pick up groceries at 5pm; make dinner for 7pm. Fuck, if you’re lucky; 9pm, if not, pants off at the computer by 10pm. Midnight, regret and the resounding question floating in your mind. Why the fuck am I in a relationship? Blame it …

 

the seashore ***** bowhead to mom

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December 12th 2013  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author: Girdhar Mishra  |  667 views

Shri hari The Seashore The wind near seashore is totally different from the ordinary wind flow in our northern plains. I was enjoying this wind, near Mahalaxmi temple which is situated in Chennai on seashore of Indian ocean. Sea was spraying little salty drops of water on my face and i was trying to measure the dimensions of sea through my little eyes…and sea was teaching me lessons of being broad, energetic and motivated. “Can you order tea for us…my son?” My mom asked me, sitting on a nearby bench. …

 

The Longest Goodbye

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October 17th 2013  |  2  |  Category: Philosophical , Romantic Love , True Stories  |  Author:  |  6443 views

“Are you staying?” I already knew the answer, the small, chilled word in my chest. “No. I can’t.” “You mean you won’t.” A silent moment there, neither daring to touch the jagged edge. He stared down at his hands, beautiful, smooth, “I just can’t.” A blinding white-flash of rage rose up inside me. “GO THEN!” I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the cafe. He caught up and we walked in silence for some time. “Starry starry night,” he sang softly as we walked toward the pier. I squeezed …

 

The ABC’s of Love

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September 24th 2013  |  1  |  Category: Drama , Inspirational , Romantic Love , True Stories  |  Author: Venessa  |  1479 views

I used to think that people were only capable of loving one person but I guess I was just ignorant. I recently read that there are three distinct types of love that one can feel for another. While the ideal would be to experience all three with the same person, I can’t say the same for myself. Looking back, I realized that I’ve encountered three different people who represent these three forms of love in my life. The first of which is lust. At my age, I thought the raging …

 

Hell and the Hell’s Angels

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August 31st 2013  |  1  |  Category: Drama , True Stories  |  Author:  |  1082 views

  “My Husband was pissed at the Hell’s Angels. They told us we could ride with them from the Lower East Side down to Tijuana, Mexico.” She had close-cropped, mostly grey hair, weary eyes, a denim jacket, and an artist’s face. “We rode behind them. We weren’t in the gang but those pussies put their bikes in a truck and didn’t ride them down to Mexico like they told us they would. Yeah, we followed a truck-load full of the Hell’s Angels motorcycles all the way form New York to …

 

We Watched Them

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August 26th 2013  |  0  |  Category: True Stories  |  Author:  |  1075 views

Jane sent me a text on Wednesday and asked me if I was busy the day after. She only ever texted me if she wanted to do something with the kids. Jane was my age and lived in one of those neighborhoods downtown where the houses are old and dilapidated. I had spent most of my summer there getting to know the kids who lived in the area. They would come to Jane’s house on the corner. It was tall and green and looked like a Christmas tree, and it …