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Everybody has a story to tell

Helping you share your life stories with your loved ones for generations to come


One Day, You Can Choose to See a Ghost

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On November 2, 2002 around 5 am, in Cachoeira, Brazil, I woke up startled as I saw a man kneeling on the floor by my bed and watching me intently. For reasons that I could not explain at the time, I didn’t scream. Instead, I said very quietly, “Leave, please.” The man got up and started stepping backwards and out of the room with his hands in the air, as if he was gesturing me...

My love for Hip Hop Music....

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I developed a liking for hip hop at school. Actually, it was rather on the way to school, on the school bus. I first listened to hip hop on the bus. Then I started listening to hip hop at home. I like John Cena because he never gives up. He Is a WWE Superstarr and I very much like his style. He gave me the idea of writing hip hop for myself, after I saw him rapping before a wrestling ...

A tale of two uncles

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This story took place in Bulgaria at the end of the Second World War. My mother had a brother who had been close to the authorities (from the ruling pro-Nazi regime) in his village in the late 1930s and during the war. On the other side of my family, my father had a communist brother who became a partisan, escaped to the mountains and fought against the Nazis in 1944. When the So...