Memorie Stories

24-8-2000 ada sekelompok anak kecil yang berisi 4 orang mereka tinggal dalam satu komplek,mereka main like a child pada umumnya,mereka tumbuh bersama seiring berjalannya waktu

Injustice and Prosecution. The Varon family was like any other family with siblings who fought with each other, a mother who would fondly scold her children and a father who would secretly encourage the mischief (and sometimes add on to it when his wife wasn't looking, of course). They didn't realize that it would all change in a single day. They didn't realize that a single event would disrupt their idyllic family. They didn't realize the deadly consequences of being a Brynmorian until it was too late. Would they ever get their blissful days back? Written exclusively on Wattpad.

"Tot ce se intampla dupa apusul soarelui are legatura cu NOI! Cine suntem noi? Sutem cosmarul strazilor din Beverly Hills. Suntem duri, suntem rai, dar, totusi, dupa masca aceasta de raceala, se afla un suflet. Ziua traim ca un grup de adolescenti, ascunsi dupa o masca zambareata, iar cand noaptea cade, devenim ceea ce suntem cu adevarat. Adeptii lui D.. Los Angeles s-a schimbat de cand supremul D. a disparut dintre noi. Ajunsi inapoi in acelasi grup, apusul soarelui este linia de start. Sa inceapa distractia!" - Kira Davis Lumea lor nu mai este la fel. De cand au trebuit sa comita prima crima, pana la ultima speranta la viata si la iubire. La 18 ani un adolescent nu are crime pe lista, nu are curse ilegale si cu atat mai putin nu face parte dintr-o Mafie. Dar viata Kirei si a prietenilor ei se schimba usor usor din clipa in care toti devin majori. Cautarea pe furis a lui D., crimele ce se adaugau pe listele fiecaruia si dramele existentiale de adolescent sunt ptintre putinele lucruri care fac parte din viata lor de zi cu zi. Oare vor supravietui cei din "Sunset" in fata provocarilor? Vor schimba legile Mafiei? Sau vor cadea unul cate unul in balti de sange pe strazile intunecate ale Los Angelesului?

Its not important that you forget every old memory of yours as in today's busy world people tend to forget their best memories that someday made them happy.

Cronache da un musicista di strada, anzi di metropolitana

La storia di Milazzo, un prigioniero italiano in India durante la seconda guerra mondiale, che si è fatto linguata (sogliola in siciliano) per sopravvivere e che non ha sperimentato altra fatica se non quella di tornare.

Have you ever wondered What would happen if you open you're eyes to a new life? Darcy's 15- she wakes up to find she has no apparent memory. She doesn't feel comfortable with her old 'friends' and she's beginning to wonder what on earth was up with her personality? She thinks she must of been hiding something, but why? And most importantly, why did she forget those memories? And will she forget these Precious Memories she's about to live?

My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.

C'est Noël, Derek sera-t-il capable de gérer un souvenir de sa famille tué par Kate Argent ?

-metode noi, testate personal, pentru învățat-

Old and New true quotes about some peoples life and humanity

The first page is the intro since it's to much to write for me in this tiny box. Kinda a short story. I've made some mistakes in the story so it's not really easy to understand some parts but I'm correcting them, this is my first story, please don't be mean.

Come da titolo.

Running away with her twin brother because of a marriage she didn't want, Liz Thomas hides away as a man with the navy along side her brother, Padrig. Everything is going good, even falling in love. Until one night, she's changed. Years later, with no twin brother or lover with her, she attends high school. With friends she knows she shouldn't have, a guy with a past, evil that lurks behind every corner and surprises appearing, Liz's life is about to spin another time. Co written with @Emma_Lynn

"1 more shot yoongi~" I gulped. He continued. "1 more shot and you're dead~"

#gedicht #poetry #dutch

Wu Xie's soul always been wandering, searching, waiting. Zhang Qi Ling no longer normal, unable to just fade away, he bides his time. What are they waiting for? Will they ever find it again? All they can do is keep wandering and hoping. Maybe this time... -AU-