Anyone who lives, works, travels, talks, or breathes, has a story. Some story.

“We walked down the mountain for hours. But when we had almost reached the bottom it was dusk and we got lost among the big rocks … we then wound up walking for several more hours along a narrow ledge in the dark. There was a precipice to our right and trees all around … we could see the village to our right but then the electricity went out and all the lights of the village went dark … “

“When we were all around seven years old, we lived in Ireland. We used to hitchhike all over the place, sleeping in abandoned castles … me and a group of kids … We were most likely supposed to be in school, but I can't remember …”

“We built our website in 1999. Eventually we realized it was in the wrong niche so we dropped it to follow other endeavors. Three years later the website had climbed to the top without our realizing it. We were suddenly making …”

“When I first saw my wife she was in a restaurant. I remember only that she walked in and out quickly and gave me a passing glance. Five years later I met her again but this time it was in a bus …”

“My mother home-schooled me for a year when I was 11. I spent most of my school time walking around the beaches and getting lost amongst the tall reeds, attending theater classes, and making artwork out of stones or shells. When I returned to my old public school the following year, I was ahead of everyone in my class and eventually I had to be advanced a year in school …”

“My first job was for a local newspaper. I wrote about events, like the latest weddings and engagements. I remember I always had to write about how the party would be set up and colors were to be used for the decor. One day I accidentally reported on the wrong color and the newspaper got a phone call from the bride …”

“I always dreamed that one day I would ….”

“I wanted to be the first to … “

“We picnicked under the same birch tree every spring time until, one year …”

“I saved up money for three years before I bought my first ….”

Everybody has a story to tell. We like to tell each other our stories sometimes. At the a party, in long car-rides, at dinner, while waiting for the bus …

What's your story.

At Your Poems Your Stories we are always interested in publishing your story. We like to hear what you have to say – about anything.

by Anna Williams

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