Postings with tag: remembrance
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When a drug addict goes missing, people assume the drugs were some kind of result, but what really goes on in this girl's life? Is drugs the reason she vanish or is something more sinister going on? In a race between life and death, a girl who no one has…
‘Because they stand on a wall; and say “nothing’s gonna hurt you tonight. Not on my watch”’ – Demi Moore, ‘A Few Good Men’ This may be just a line in a movie, but replace 'on a wall' with 'in a trench' or 'in a compound' and you have the…
This is a short poem I wrote about suicide, and the immediate effects it has on everyone around you. If you or someone are considering suicide, get help fast; There will always be someone willing to talk.Just remember, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Without further ado,…
This is a short story I wrote when a family friend passed away a few months back. I wrote it when she passed away, but never overcame my shyness to publish it. However, this is the story, and it is called "Forever Gone, Not Forgotten".
There is a reason you don't forget things, you can't help but remember them. Memories. In class the past few weeks I've been writing poems as I think of lines to start with, I'll post all of them.
I was angry with somebody. This person, who believed it was okay to put down others because he disagreed with their views, needed some reason put into his head. He has so much knowledge, so much education, but it's worth nothing with a personality like that. Knowledge is nothing without…
A great-uncle of mine died on the Western Front from battle wounds received at Arras.During WW2 another great uncle remarked on the poppies as they marched through Arras.The spirits of our dead kin have come to greet us, he said.
September 13, 2013
Written in the form of a memoir, Effie tells the story of how she and her brother, Vladimir, had become lost in the world; their wayward teenage years.
Life after death, what will people say about you when you're gone? Will they speak right or say wrong about you. Will they have something good to hold unto in memory of you. Think deep, it is easier to correct your wrongs while still alive, but same cannot be done…
'The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.' - Cesare Pavese Indeed, memories are much more important than we hold them to be.In the race against time, sometimes these memories help us to realize what really matters in life.
A short story about facing death in battle, and how the reality often rises above and beyond the fictitious, if it is somewhat more grim to think about. Written as part of a speed-writing challenge. Time taken - 40 mins. There shouldn't be any spelling mistakes, but if so, please…