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By Cris Clc Writings
â€œWhen you die close your eyes, and let yourself intertwine with time and mind. Our memories are the key, our memories are the soulâ€¦â€
A piece written on a quite night to express the silent fear of the life after when the day of passing comes...
This my way of making a memory, that I don't want to escape, immortal. May it live forever in my brain that might end up with Alzheimer's.
A story from a childhood memory. Sometimes we all rely on family.
Short Story | Updated Apr 16, 2014 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short story taken from a childhood memory in 1963.
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short memoir about a childhood memory written for my English course.
Short Story | Updated Apr 14, 2014 | Reads: 61 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a preview of the first 3 chapters of first book of Check out the review of the book as well.
Camilla wakes up in a hospital with no knowledge of who is, where she came from, and how she got there. But once she starts putting the pieces together, she finds out the person she trusts the most is the one she should be afraid of.
This is a poem dedicated to a friend from school, he passed away two years ago from suicide and last night while walking at 1-2am I wrote this poem about him.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
One story each for the members of this family. All are only about a page in length. A recurring theme is nostalgia, as well as music.
By Niall Anthony
A young boy is out with his friends, playing Dodgeball and enjoying the sun until something happens that makes it a day for him to remember.
By Bernard Ogalo Oduor
For Jos. Fare thee well, the cool one
I wrote this a few years ago.
Alina doesn't remember anything before she was eight years old. Then, she meets a boy who knows her. She doesn't know him, but somehow he's familiar to her. The more she spends time with him. The more she remembers. For some reason, the people around her don't want her to remember.
Novel | Updated Mar 8, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 12
This is a poem I wrote in memory of Ben, my would-be stepfather. He suffered from severe schizophrenia, hardcore drug addiction and he died of an overdose. Me and my mother were the ones to find him.