Reminiscence Stories

As the third anniversary of the core four being in Auradon approaches, so does the one-month anniversary of the barrier being open. Evie, Mal, Carlos, and Jay take some time to reflect on the past three years while thinking about their future. But little do they know, they're not the only ones planning to celebrate, and they're planning to make this day the most unforgettable and joyful moment yet. Happy ten years of Descendants. A short story focused on the core four friendship and staying united through the years.

Love is a beautiful mess. To love is to agree to disagree; it is to know the differences and yet live in harmony. It is a line that when you tow, you need to choose laughter, tears, pain and joy. You choose to share them. And if you choose to love, you have to play by the rules! WRITTEN BY VALERIE

I wanted to write something for 17. November, but I didn't want it to be angsty, so this happened. Czechia and Slovakia talk about pets and reminiscence the last centuries. Cover art by https://geographybasket.tumblr.com/post/177955916715/you-know-something-is-wrong-when-you-dont-draw

When her true identity unfolds, Sarah D'Costa, a regular software engineer in Bangalore (India) decides to remain true to her new calling. But with too many twists and turns and bad guys constantly breathing down her neck, will she be able to surge through and succeed in her mission? Read on to find out! Ranked: #1 in Reminiscence on 01.04.2021 #7 in Underdog on 13.11.2021 #119 in Spy on 07.04.2021 #941 in Thriller on 15.11.2021

He's looking for something, someone, on his way he meets her, she makes him feel stable, safe,and helps him see clearly but he keeps looking for that person, hoping to find them, and make them pay,even if it makes him a criminal.

One shot inspired while listening to the song 'dancing with your ghost' by Sasha Sloan. Separation hurts, but one without a goodbye hurts more.

when series first installment. this story isn't perfect. it's flawed and might not be suitable for some readers, especially to those who are sensitive with the following topics such as, depression, other mental health problems, self-harm, and etc. ❗TRIGGER WARNING❗ slow update.

A Short Story Memories are with everyone, stays with everyone and influence everyone. But the memories that stay with you forever, are of childhood. The happy smiles, ugly cries, your crying after falling down, those small joyous moments and fighting those silly fights with your friends or sibling. We all remember that. This is a story of a girl, remembering her childhood. They were three children. Who stays together in every situation. They are away from the worries of the world and the diversity of emotions in the world around them. Always indulged in each other, she didn't realise when the future arrived at their doorstep. She didn't realise where things went wrong. Always promising to be together. Always staying together. Always being happy freely. She didn't realise that things have changed. And when the realisation dawned upon her it was too late. ------------- Read the story to rejoice in those happy moments with them, to live your childhood with them, to feel those best old days again. To reminisce those days again.

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Love is strange in that it teaches us to keep on hoping even beyond eternity, although logic may cry out otherwise.

just a bunch of random ones. there's no specific theme.

Minsan sa buhay natin, may mga pagkakataong may nakikilala tayong mga taong ating pagkakatiwalaan. Ngunit 'di natin alam, may mga natatanging sikreto pala ito na makakapagpabago sa buhay natin, mabuti man ito o masama.

The greatest story exists within us when we acknowledge the beauty of our thoughts and feelings.

Riley has so much going on in their life now, new house, new relationship, but yet they're still missing something. What will happen if that missing piece shows back up.

Some days i just get stuck in the past too much.

A. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Roses are arrogant too Blooming lushly a royal red Soft petals begging to be touched Beauty lures the naive into a trap And the gullible pull away With a bleeding finger Red like the rose Yet this cunning flower weeps Petals, falling like leaves Red tears sweeping the ground It curls into itself Curved claws clutching A shell of its former beauty It weeps for love For those who see it do not love But are infatuated Poisoned scent of honey Only lure victims into a trap Of their own making The poor rose It never meant to make thee And all the other broken hearted Lovers so downcast Yet now it continues to weep Falling petals Tears of the Rose Scattering carelessly On the ground The red withers into black No more shall beauty deceive But now all shall see it true Beauty in its purest form: decay Ranks: #902 in Poetry 2017

Severus Snape looks back on some memories of Lily Evans.

Ever come across something that you lost, and it causes you to reminisce upon a certain time in your life? Interesting how such a small item can bring back so many memories. Some say that tangible belongings shouldn't have so much value in one's life. While this is true, tangible remains aren't always the best, but they are useful when the memories fade and your heart can no longer tell what's reality and what isn't. They portray a fine line between what is real and what seems to be an illusion. Better yet, they provide substance to what may have been a vague memory.