Everything that gets created eventually meets its end. Laughs slowly fade into a sweet sound of nothing, the wide and bright smile eventually loses its charm and even tears get soaked up into the skin they once gently flowed upon.
With every new beginning comes an inevitable end. However, the only ones who can dodge this fate are memories, the stories that'll eventually make our kids laugh, the pictures that'll make us cry, and the scent of nostalgia that'll wrap its arms around us.
But what makes these stories nostalgic, memorable and alive is when they are at least considered real. Only when your stories are believed, can you term them as memories of the past. The tales you lived would only be passed on to your young ones when they are approved by the people around you.
What if your stories, the tales you wanted to share with your little ones just ended up trapped in a loophole of scepticism? What if all your adventures, actions and treasures were to be declared fictional or fabricated? How would you feel if the moments you spent with someone were termed as mere stories and not experiences?
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Teen FictionBilly Adams and I were neighbours yet strangers, one with a luxurious and secretive life while the other one (me) lived a simple and boring life. After a year of being next-door strangers, life took a drastic turn when this stranger showed up in my...
