Memoirs of Him - Park Scene 1
"Dad?" Rian asked, his legs dangling off the bench. He kicked them back and forth as he sat impatiently, waiting for the ferret to finish tying his shoe so they could continue. "What's up, kiddo?" Zerrif replied, as he looked over from his hunched...
Looking Back At Memories
A memoir. peter had to admit, it would be fun to look back over the strangeness of his life since he was dragged to equestria that day, many years ago now.
[Breast Cancer Awareness Month] Lily's Ribbon pt. 1
A memoir of sorts. one that combined both the personality of her mother and a love of hers. she printed off the image before flipping off her monitor and going back to her bed, feeling much better than she had all week.
The Traveller [rewrite]
These are my memoirs as it were. hope you enjoy them. the sounds of arguments erupting in the small hours of night were commonplace in my residency on liska drive.
Memoirs of a Glaceon Maid - Chapter 7
I haven't mentioned him yet, and i'll be sure to talk about him more in a later memoir. he is my husband, after all.
Dark Memoirs (complete)
Spatters of tear stains hold to this day inside the pages of these dark memoirs. burnt and torn pages of a man’s life and dreams locked away forever more in these words...
The Penny Showman
It was not the show; it was the tale that you told" -_ the penny showman: memoirs of tom norman "silver king" (published 1985) the two young orphan foxes pressed their noses against the glass in eager anticipation at what was to come.
Memoires and Dreams Love
Slowly I stood at the top of the hill next to the cheery blossom tree with a perfect view for the setting sun I hear the car pull up when I turned I saw my two wonderful lovers. I slowly ran down to them the cheery blossom were floating in the air I...
Memoirs of Kid Universe: Lucky Kid
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff On the tenth of July, two thousand three hundred sixty eight, a brand new private vessel called a Solar Flare. It was a round, asteroid looking vessel that required the aid of gravity to propel itself. This individual...
Advent, Introduction
Setting the scene for what would happen, and what i would feel after the end had come, and until my end had come, as it so encroaches upon me as i write this memoir, no force of any god could shake me of it.
Clarity
Some of the light seeps into our tent unimpeded, and i use this to write these memoirs (or whatever you might call them) with scrap pencils and paper from the wreckage. maybe they will be found. maybe they will be us.
Cones
"cones" an appalachian memoirs story by kantuck nadie nata-akon "i see a clearin' up yonder, claire!" jefferson yelled. "yeah, me too. i rekin we're bout there!"