Memories of Summer
Written in honour of all those who lost their lives in the Great War. You will never be forgotten. Date, 1st July 1916, Time, 7:15 am. In fifteen minutes time the whistles will blow, and the battle of the Somme will commence. Today is also my...
Imperfect Memories
It was a standard Tuesday afternoon session. The sun came down through Liam's small basement window emitting a welcoming glow across the carpeted floor, one of the things he liked about the spot where he sat is that the beams would always land on his...
Reminded of Memories
You reminded me, Of why I had fled, From the world of the living, To the world of the dead, I gave my heart, A glimpse of my soul, But you cast me off; I was but means to a goal, I'll not go back, I won't give in, I've felt the fire, The...
Christmas Memories
_There's a blanket of snow,_ _Covering up the ol' road_ _To the house where I was raised_ _Through the window I see,_ _The lights on the tree,_ _And a glow from the ol' fireplace_ _And though it all looks the same,_ _So much has...
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...