Recount Stories

This is my first story. It's about a girl telling her point of view over her friends life and death. Her friend had a difficult life, and this tells of her ways of coping, her ups and downs. Her family issues and her social problems. If you want to know more read it :~) Vote me, follow me, just do something to show me you're interested. Thanks xo

Throughout his average life, Joshua had heard the noice. A low tone that only reached his ears alone. He had questioned it, disregarded it and questioned it once more. It captured his mind. Within another night it came again. But this time, it had not come alone.

Living as a disbeliever in a country full of religious fanatics is never an easy thing. In this story of mine, I'm gonna explain to everyone who's reading this on why I think it's not necessary for me to believe in any religions. I'm writing this merely as an expression, but I'd be glad if you enjoy it. Have fun reading!

I have never condoned cheating in my life; never even understood why someone would want to cheat on someone else. And since forever, I've wanted to know how it starts.

A recount of a dystopian future from a boy who fell victim to the establishment

I'm happy to know you, you taught me how to respect someone's feelings you are also the one who managed to make me feel what it means to learns, you also always make me happy every day, you always give me an understanding of the importane of caring for someone's feeling, the importance of giving in, because by yieding we can return to repair the relationship, now you are gone butuh i am happy to know you and i also learn a lot from you, you are always the main charactering my every story, i hope you are always happy even though it is not the same asme

A short story recounting an event that happened in my life. Red light, red light, red light, pineapple heist. A funny tale of teenaged idiots, dangerous driving and an awful lot of pineapples.

A man is giving an interview, describing in vivid detail what happened to him last night and how he ended up in a tree. This questionable narrator is telling the news crew a truly shocking story. But no matter what he says, nor which moral or topographical high ground he takes, all actions do have consequences. And you might just come face to face with the mirror, you love to avert your gaze from, when you least expect it - being forced to take a good, long look at yourself. Modern-day fable or parable. Instant karma, they call it.. And what better time to clean up the mess you've made than RIGHT ABOUT NOW?

What if one day you woke up and realised that dreams are in fact a bridge to your reality? An angel has a perfect life, or so we think. They can only advice us but not intercept in our lives, or so we think. Hello I'm a strange guy with a weird brain and have a lot of ideas so i put them here.

A 94 year old woman's recount of her life with her one and only love. It starts out present day and goes to 1940. Excerpts: Lily: "Lily that good-looking guy is staring at you." Darla sqeals out to her good friend. I look up to see what she's talking about. I do, in fact, find a man looking at me. He has me in his hold, staring into his crystal blue eyes. The world around me just disappears. Tucking a piece of my dark curls behind my hair out of nervousness, I bite my lip and shyly look down. James: She's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her smile lights up the room and her laugh was....musical. She looks over. I feel everything freeze when I met her green eyes. She tucks a curl behind her ear and shyly looks down. This is the moment I realized what love at first sight is. It's breathtaking, she's breathtaking.

This story tells about I and my family's trip to Yogyakarta. We visited the most popular tourists attraction there, namely the borobudur temple. It was a tiring day, but we were very happy, because we got a lot of fun togother there.

This story is going to be like a diary and a recount of things that happen in my life but they will have a little twist. It will feature dreams, random scenarios and life experiences that I have turned into a book. I hope you enjoy - B.A.Gillett

Our story , our past , my sufferings . Even after all of it am I still angry at u ? My answer is no , from the moment I saw u I knew it was a gamble , one I was unlikely to win . But I still willingly fell in the trap called u . My first love and heartbreak was for u , my love .

Just a small thing I wrote up for a competition about a monster.

A depiction of Grandad's history during WW2 and how I am inspired by him. This is a real event with real dates that have been researched and also from my Grandads's words. I have constructed this to express those children in London who were removed from their everyday lives and forced to live in quite opposite conditions.

The thing about silence you see, it's predictable. Harmless. Words can't hurt you if they were never said in the first place.