Remembrance Stories

Miriam has spent her life moving - between worlds, between identities, between the woman she was with River and the woman she became without him. Now married to Stone and raising her two sons, she wakes one morning from a dream that changes everything. River is not gone. He has simply changed form. What follows is one woman's journey through grief, love, and the thin places between worlds - from the ordinary magick of a kitchen at breakfast to the night sky of deep meditation, from the sacred ritual of morning smoke to the stars that sing her name back to her. This is not a love story about a man and a woman. It is a love story about the Love that holds everything - patient, kind, eternal. And one woman's remembering that she was never separate from it. Remembrance is calling. Do you sense it too? LISTEN. And remember what is.

Forever Three is the heartfelt true story of a mother's unconditional love for her son, Ja'Quavis "JJ." Through treasured memories, unimaginable loss, and enduring faith, Alexis Rivers shares JJ's beautiful life, his love for Spider-Man, and the promise to keep his memory alive forever. This memoir is a tribute to love, resilience, and the unbreakable bond between a mother and her child.

To the nation, he was a soldier. To his family, he was a son, a brother, and home.

It was a normal day.... lots of passengers traveling with Air France.....it was one of the most popular Airlines in Europe......but.....the airline had many problems in the past.....

Angels...aren't supposed to fall. Protectors from Heaven sent to watch us from above and give tender hints and gently nudges along the paths of those they watch. Angels...aren't supposed to feel. They're dead beings with little in the way of emotions and bodies laden with common sense and protectively nurturing instincts. They watch over us a assignments, waiting for us to pass on so they can being the cycle all over again. They are truly heartless at times, and the best of them have no emotional attachment whats-so-ever. SO what happens when an angel falls into the wake of his own emotions? Lets just say....things are about to get real messy in the little town of Haden, New York.

Ashley Lockwood has everything a girl in high school could wish for: good grades, amazing friends, a nice figure, and even a secret boyfriend, Jacob Thompson. But when something happened to Jacob, Ashley is left alone in the world to deal with what happens after. Suddenly Ashley is expected to carry on living like nothing has happened when her entire world was turned upside down. Everyone whispers about her at school. Her friends treat her like a fragile porcelain doll. Jacob is never coming back. And that's the cold reality that Ashley is struggling to accept, before she can move on like everyone else. Haunted by memories and grieving alone, will Ashley soon follow in Jacob's footsteps? Follow this heart-wrenching story of love and remembrance, as one girl tries to keep up with life even when the person she loved most has gone and left her without even saying goodbye. A/N: I know these chapters are short--they were designed to be that way, so it's almost like the speaker is so engulfed by grief she can only relive the flashbacks a little bit at a time. Something like that. Enjoy!

Im Zoe, and I just woke up with a pounding headache. I reach up to my head to see how to ease the pain when I notice something around my finger, a pulse monitor. I then look around at my surroundings. I'm in a hospital. Why am I here and what the hell happened?

A tribute to the Anzacs that fought for Australia and New Zealand in WWI. Lest we Forget

Aspen never felt anything but normal. The only thing she was willing to admit was abnormal was her eyes. They seemed to change color depending on her mood but without that, they were a magenta color. Other than that, she was a normal girl, at least that’s what she tricked herself to believe. In reality, Aspen is far from the average girl. She comes from a line of very powerful aliens who have been around before the beginning of time. On the night of her band’s first serious gig, Aspen notices a boy around her age standing in the crowd watching her that she thinks she knows. Knowing she’s never met anyone with his appearance she dismisses it. Soon she will learn who she really is and that she is the only being who can reach the edge.

Friend /frɛnd/ (Noun)- A person related to you by feelings who at times tries to lean on you for moral support. But what if you unknowingly refuse to be that support and instead push them away? So much so that they go and kill themselves? What do you do to redeem yourself? Simple. You follow the recipe on 'How to Honour Your Friend'

So this is what I would have entered in the contest but after I wrote it I realized it was too long so I had to shorten it. But this is the actual poem.

A story about my best friend. I will never forget her beauty or selflessness. She is who I aspire to be. I miss you, Bethany. I love you.

Read to find out! **THERE ARE/MAY BE SOME "FRENCH" WORDS

25 year old Anita Cathwald keeps forgetting what happened the day before. Doctors say that there's nothing wrong with her. As she progresses through her cycle of a life, she must piece her life together each day, just to snap the very next. Read about an exciting thriller gradually guiding her, finding coincidental flaws, or are they?

🌸 Prologue To the ones who loved in silence, To the ones who smiled while their hearts were breaking, To the ones who found comfort in watching from afar, And to the ones who still carry a name in their soul, Even when the world has forgotten. This is not a story of togetherness. This is a story of silence, of love that blooms quietly in the heart yet never finds its way to the lips. I write this for every soul who has loved from afar, who has smiled while their heart ached, who has found comfort in memories they were never part of. If you have ever loved someone who was never yours- This book is for you. 💌

A school assignment that has ended up being entered in a writing contest at Chapman University in remembrance of the Holocaust. It is a poem inspired by the novel Night written by Elie Wiesel but is dedicated to all the survivors and fallen victims. Please comment your opinions....

"She took a deep, satisfied breath, catching a whiff of the everlasting smell of a Christmas tree on the old ornaments. Her smile softened sadly, as she remembered of times past, of when she was a girl."

A poem on depression I wrote in high school. It's over six years old. Please be gentle with it.