In Loving Memory- Demona.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012 Collective Memories: First Meeting's and Memories. By: Hid Ras Fallar/Fallar Rasyre, AKA, The Tigonix. ? ? Kev Veta's First-Memory. ? Kev Veta quietly sat in the main room of a inn, nestled close to a fireplace...
A quiet pride
Wallace was typing on his computer, finishing the assignment. It was pride month, and for the first time in his life he felt like celebrating it. But the idea of going to a parade was intimidating, so he decided on a more private celebration. And...
A Moment Not For The Memoirs
His memoirs were his legacy in a way.
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I'm transcribing this as a memoir, after all. ha. a memoir that nobody will read, written by someone with nothing to write about. it's perfect.
Prophet
#13 of monster this is the memoir of malcolm lehr, a prisoner who miraculously escaped from greenholme penitentiary in 1999; one year after this document was completed.
Nemesis
#7 of monster this is the memoir of malcolm lehr, a prisoner who miraculously escaped from greenholme penitentiary in 1999; one year after this document was completed.
Memoirs of a Glaceon Maid - Chapter 1
#1 of memoirs of a glaceon maid soooo... i had the beginnings of a story called "i live to serve" posted on here (i mean it's still there, it's just not in a folder anymore) that was all about my character nanani that i never got around to finishing.
The Drifter Chapter One: My Origins
The planet, known as artemis would try to kill me on multiple occasions, but i'm still drifting, leaving this memoir of my life to anyone that cares to read it.
Memoirs from the Hangar 2
To be continued in memoirs from the hangar 3: at his home turf.
Blood in The Snow
#1 of reb memoirs the first of my "reb memoirs". sorry if there is any punctuation, grammar, or spelling errors, this is really my first time writing and i miss things a lot. if y'all like them i'll put some more out. tell me what you think!!
A Memoir.
It was a clear and cool autumn day when I realized something was wrong with me. While I cannot remember his name clearly, for the time that has passed since I left Milwon was long enough for mulberry fields to turn into turquoise seas, I had a close...
Memoirs
**"I never believed that death was something that was to be feared, or something that was meant to make you sad. I digress-- mourning a death is natural, and it's a good thing. It means that the memory of the deceased actually MEANS something; it...