Memory.
#1 of personal memories once upon a time, i was in a pretty shitty relationship. i'm sure a lot of you can relate. i mean it wasn't all bad, there were good parts too. but when you get cheated on, the good doesn't matter.
Memories
memory was a funny thing.
Memories
Dull knives it finds its way past every wall to pluck an image long since lost it comes in watery dreams that are never to pass though finds when shades part ways, with more pain it is replaced constant nightmares to torment me in painful strides of memories
Memories
\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ The radio station Dee was listening too began to dip into the sandy tones of static as he drove...
Memories
memories by rayn kusa family, love, good, bad, lessons, hatred, and even joy come from one thing. memories are our link to the past. memories are our portal into the depths of why we feel this way.
Paw Prints In The Snow
#1 of poetry written in loving memory of a fuzzy companion put to sleep after a full life.
Draven's Story: Memory 1
Instead, those eyes of hers were burned into his memory. and even though today he would not be able to recall any detail of what she looked like, he would become deeply uncomfortable any time she slipped herself into his memory.
Adventure in Misadventure Ch. 3
Adventure in Misadventure 3 Alrick sat with his back against the cold stone walls of the prison. The moonlight streamed in through the bars in the window. The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs nearby making his heart ache for the freedom...
Halfwolf Pokemon Adventure Chapter 24
But i couldn't help but wonder if my memories were returnable. and if so, would i even want them? an ignorant and blissful lifestyle without past memories did seem appealing. without any bad memories or experiences, i'd start anew. a better life perhaps.
Fauhst
_Fauhst was always my favorite season. The cold, the snow, the ice, and most of all the long peaceful nights. More often than not I'd wander out into the moonlight and walk the silent streets, enjoying the feel of the snow and ice against my paws. But...
Don't leave the group
Riley was walking along the outskirts of the little wood near the excavation site. He was bored by the endlessly talking tour guide, who seemed to have a story about any stone that lay in the tourists-group path. He managed to slip away during a boring...
Chapter 5: True Lies
"I was so empty knowing that I could never forgive them for what they done to my mate." Stone lamented under his breath. "The pain I felt had never really subsided and left me hating their kind. In turn I would bring them to understand what it felt...