Memories of Lightwave
**"--And take a shower, please!"** My mom called out from the kitchen, as I walked up the stairs. **"Yes mom! I will!"** I shouted back over the railing, before walking up the steps to the upstairs and then started walking towards my room. I...
A Valued Memory
\*Warning: When I uploaded this story to DeviantArt, I put it in the Mature section, I have come to believe, the Clean section here is just like the Mature section there, This story is lised under Clean because it does not contain any reference to or...
Memorial to a Coyote
The beach in Northern France was so quiet and so serene, a polar opposite of that day decades ago. This was Memorial Day for Nathan Calhoun and for the first time in decades Mr. Calhoun, the elderly coyote, grey in his muzzle, saw the beach which he in...
Memories of the Beginning
Note: After quite a bit of thought I've decided to re-write this little story with a few changes. While the plot line is the same, I have gone through and re-worded some things, as well as corrected a couple errors that I had missed the first time...
Mist and Memories
People's lives are made up of Mist and Memories. For, that is all anyone ever truly sees. We spend our lives walking through the mist. Never seeking to see what lies beyond our outstretched wrist. We spend our time looking at the memories we've...
Cadence of Memories
Princess Cadance drops in on Twilight Sparkle in a surprise visit. The two old friends, now sisters-in-law, spend a day together in the town of Ponyville, reflecting on memories of their pasts. Along the way, some new revelations work to forge a...
A faded memory
"It was it, finnaly at last I've beating every one and gotten all the bages" trainer had said to him sel it had been a long journey and he just now received his rock climbing ability. He was going to head to Mt. Silver"....all right I can't...
Forked Memories
**W** e all go through a change somewhere in our life, whether its a random stare or a meeting in the middle of nowhere. A change for good or either evil, stringed along as if by chance. Oh how wildly an echo of a memory can be. It pains me to feel...
Fragment Memories
The storm was growing and the winds were screaming as they passed by makng the old house creak and groan as it was pushed. Inside was a different story, inside the great house was calm and dark, the rain was a soft series fo soft...
A Painful Memory
> "I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours > But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor and > When I die, I expect to find > Him laughing" > -Martin Gore of Depeche Mode, from Blasphemous Rumours Johnathan could hardly contain...
Memories of a Fox
I can never forget that fox. His laugh, his cheery antics, and his optimistic attitude. It never failed to make anyone feel like as though they were at home, like an extended member of his family. Hardworking would be too poor a term to describe at...
Memories: A Poem
White fur as crisp as winter's snow, black paws the night's darkest. Same too your maw, a visage unfeeling. But a heart of gold you didn't show, neither did your eyes. They told me a sad tale, one of longing I surmise. Of young passions lost to...