Rememberance Stories

A brief moment in time

To remember all the millions of soldiers and courageous souls that have fought in order to protect our freedom and search for peace, I have written a short descriptive story focussing on the horrors of World War 1. We vowed 'Never Again' and so we commemorate the deaths of everyone who has fought and continues to fight to strive for a safer world. On the 11th hour, of the 11th day, of the 11th month in 1918, they signed the armistice and the world was allowed to grieve and recover in quiet melancholy.

Aaron Fulmine is a hero of the military, even at the young age of twenty-four. But after a mission goes wrong, leaving him almost dead and severely injured, he's put on reserve and begins to travel the world. But this time, as an assassin and thief-for-hire known as 'The Nobleman'. When a job includes information of a beautiful young woman subjected to torturous experiments in a lab, The Nobleman realizes that the information he's stolen can't be known by any country.

Yes, keeping it to yourself will break you. But after that, it will make you who you are. Dawny Grace, that's my name. This is my story, starting from the beginning. No, not from the day I was born. We can start by the day I met him, Samuel Dunbridge. Some people said it was doomed from the start, while others gave up. We never agreed we brang out the best in each other, no far from it. He brought out my worst. I brought out his. And here is how it started.... I bring you, Building Dawny. Book one of: Colorful Hearts | Building Dawny Under Editing

remembrance

On the 25th anniversary of her mother's death, Aubrey shows Chad, Finn, and a few of the Bellas her old photo album Set in January 2026

"Flowers are used for everything. They can determine whether or not you will be loved. They can be for the one you love. They can help you to remember. They can remind you to not forget. They can be a symbol of life. They can be a symbol of death. They can grow. They can be destroyed. They can symbolize a dream. They can mean everything." This was my answer to a Literary Response assignment in my English class asking me to pick something that holds importance not just for the physical world, but for the metaphorical one, as well. But obviously this isn't a story about flowers. This is a story about how I lost something. I lost something that was supposedly really important, but I couldn't remember it. It was a dream. The forget-me-not flower is supposed to mean "remember I forever," but I forgot. I forgot what was important. I forgot him. He was part of that dream. Like I said, this isn't a story about flowers. This is a story about that moment when I didn't have that forget-me-not to remind me to remember. This is story about how my...his...both of our dreams were about to be destroyed.

In the events of the suicide attack in Manchester 22.05.2017 and all those that have been lost during this tragedy during the Ariana Grande concert on this day. I have thoughts and prayers for all effected and I am ever so sorry if it has effected you. Some may be gone but never will they be forgotten.

This book will be a compilation of poems that have been written by yours truly. Honestly when I began really writing poems, I didn't really know I was. I would ask that you please refrain from cyber bullying but if you have CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM (criticism that will help me be a better poet) please review. I will also let you know that I am not a professional at this. I have no degree in this. Thank you reading my poems! Tumblr blog (so you can receive notifications on when I post a story): http://ismiratriforce.tumblr.com/

"I really don't remember Elena," I repeated. "Why? Why can't you remember? Please, I found you Elijah, or Ethan, or whatever, I need you to remember." I didn't, I couldn't. It was too much for me. But when I finally did remember, it was all lost.

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