Reminiscence Stories

In which a friendship blossoms between six teenagers in a foreign city. Copyright © mikawrites_ 2021. All rights reserved. Summer Reminiscence will return soon. Thank you @infernalbiitch for the beautiful cover :)

Dedicated to Dee

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A lonely boy reminisces the past. The things that happened, the life he wished he could have, and he person he became in the end.

reminiscence rɛmɪˈnɪs(ə)nse (n.) a story told about a past event remembered by the narrator.

Not a fairy tale love story.

When life gives me lemons, I write

A captivating love story, written in poetry form, inspired by a true romance between two lovers and their tragic split. It delves deep into the narrator's mind and her need to find hope elsewhere. Eventually seeking faith and finding inspiration she comes to term with her loss and gains acceptance. Crossing the paths of life, there are mirror images of who she yearns and longs for most. Here she comes to a realisation that he is who is the most important being in her life and she needs him to fill the emptiness inside. Dedicated to... I devote Hope To You: You've gotten me this far. I devote it all to you like a bonsai plant devotes its first life to my love and care. You are the reason I've survived. you are the reason these words have been written And the sun keeps shining everyday Everytime I keep you in my life I dedicate it all to you Mum...she taught me poetry since I was a little girl, To my family; my brother Joshua who has helped and supported me, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. My Dad, who supports me morally and gives me constant advice for my health and well-being. For my mentor Papa who taught me to be honest with my writing, and to always write every day and to look at failure as the beginning of success. The way I see it, every event is a blessing in disguise. I find that they improve my writing and poetry and inspire my creativity. I also devote to all the writers out there who are inspirations and of course to all my readers who are lovers and respecters of poetry. To those, to anyone, any situation which has inspired me to write a story or poem. To my publisher ASJ, thank you.

A little poem I wrote one day with a guy who used to be special to me, on my mind.

Wraith is a next-generation huntress, and the daughter of Blake Belladonna; a huntress of Team RWBY. People think Wraith died years ago, but one person knows differently. She lives with the guilt of her life, alone each day, knowing she's unable to make amends. But what is her life like?

Jack Taylor has been through a lot in his long life. From growing up in a small town in Oregon, to fighting in the war, to his various careers that took him across the world. He discovers a unique ability, however. He can re-live his past, but as he soon discovers, some things are just written in stone.

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

It's a childhood reminiscence about growing up in the Rim country. Even if this area isn't where you or I experienced childhood, this is a story that touches a place a lot of us haven't been in a long time. Stanley calls it "Summertime Blues and Greens."

5:25 AM I am hopelessly alone on a rock solid bed with nothing but a beaten up pillow-pet for support. I feel great though. Like I finally got a canvas and paints to do something when I'm feeling impossible. I love feeling impossible. I feel reckless.

It seems like it was just yesterday I had seen your face. So pale yet memorable. Reminiscing on your smile that nearly paralyzed me. Your demeanor so confident and strong. Your love so bold and powerful. The thought of losing you always cringes at my chest. I never meant to hurt you, never the less. Your always in my thoughts, my prayers, my heart, but if I really love you, then I should let you have this new start. Reminiscing on all the days we shared, and thinking back on how much I knew you cared. Wishing that I could go back in time and change the mistakes that I knew were mine. Reminiscing on our memories that have stayed with me til this day. Just know I'll never forget you, and that I'm always a phone call away. -KayG ♡ ツ

A few words describing one of the many times my dad has unwittingly said something so insightful that it has shaped the way I perceive my life and the world around me :)

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