A Story by Shasha

His memories are like an ocean, deep.

Once again, the droplets of his memories came down with the tears of the clouds. 
The waves of the ocean of his memories were taking him deeper and deeper, 
When he saw the same red car coming towards him but now it was even hard to believe his eyes 
he knew that he was so deep under his memories that it was even hard to get out of it.

© 2017 Shasha

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I enjoyed the short story. I wanted to know more. But you gave enough. You made the reader feel and understand the thoughts and the emotions in the words. Thank you Shasha for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.

Posted 10 Months Ago


9 Months Ago

I really loved to hear it from you, actually read it from.
Thank you again!
Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

I enjoyed your work and you are welcome.
This is top-notch word crafting. Each line is an exquisite intertwining of sensory fantasy & harsh reality. It's like feeling hot & cold water, swirling, coming from the same stream of water. Overall, your meaning is nebulous, but there's plenty of waves to launch the reader into a fantasy of what this could mean (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Thank you Margie!!! I am pleased to hear it from you!
I don't like this.....I luv this...
This is going to be my fav creation...
keep writing..

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you! This means a lot to me!
Anshuman Aryav

1 Year Ago

Thank you for sharing this beautiful creation...
I really like the poem, sweetheart. I'd just prefer a little wider Vocab. You've used the word memories in two consecutive lines. While it serves to highlight that word, it dims the glow of the rest of the poem. It's a great poem, really. And I'd kill for you to write a prequel. Why the red car? What happened?
Keep writing, love!!


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

No, no such backstory.
Thank you Vasilees!!!
Vasilees Sybissyl

1 Year Ago

Awwww.... Now I'm a sad Vasilees. It's okay, I won't have to murder anyone now!! *laughs evilly*

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Added on September 11, 2017
Last Updated on September 11, 2017



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