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Chapter 22.
As I lie on the warm ground, I am captivated by the paradise glistening across the dark sky. Tranquility washes over me, allowing my lungs to fill with a breath I have been longing for. There is a peace in the night I cannot seem to find anywhere else. Although these moments seem fleeting, I crave them with a fire that encapsulates my soul. It seems idiosyncratic to feel calm in the umbra of night when my days are filled with shadows lurking in places I can’t see. Preparation evades me. How do you fight shadows in the absence of light?
By Alycia Williams2 years ago in Chapters
In the Middle of Our Mini-KALI YUGA
When I was younger, I went through different phases or obsessions with the mystical and occult. Lucid dreaming, or at least trying to learn how to lucid dream, was one of those phases. Of course, lucid dreaming isn't really occult or necessarily mystical or religious in nature, although it can be seen as "dream yoga."
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Chapters
A Degree is a Hard Thing to Come By
I can still remember the first C I ever received in college. It was my first semester, back when I was fresh out of high school and still a “traditional student.” I remember the sudden and intense shame and failure that I felt, and the overwhelming desire to disappear from Nicholls, from civilization, from life.
By Lena Beana2 years ago in Chapters
Heimgang . Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
Outside of my front door and across the valley there are three castles each on their own mountain top. I'm living in an old railroad station and the train still runs in front of my house. There is a small road that connects the two closest towns. They are a kilometer in either direction. I am allowed to run all the way to the end of the dirt road where there is a giant buckeye tree. The farmer piles his hay underneath it and when I climb the very top I can almost touch the lowest branches of the tree. There are wheat fields all around my house and I am just tall enough to look over the grass. I love plucking the green and unripe seeds out of the field. They taste sweet. I have a giant backyard and my favorite spot is in the top of the cherry tree that leans just over the fence.
By Adelheid West 2 years ago in Chapters
Wanderbys
Liwu at the Harbor, Fort Bragg, CA 2009 I still remember the day that he came into my world. It was shortly after Hurricane Katrina had forced us to relocate to Baton Rouge, and I was feeling lonelier than I had in a long time. I had been praying and asking for a friend and spending my days in bed, feeling sorry for myself.
By Lena Beana2 years ago in Chapters
No Damsels Here: The Chapter All About Mom
I was eleven years old the day that I successfully changed a tire for the first time. We were on the side of the road next to a bayou in southern Louisiana when our car blew a tire, and my mother seized the opportunity to teach my sister and I yet another survival skill.
By Lena Beana2 years ago in Chapters
Simple Words
Life is filled with those small moments that are life changing, eye opening, turning points, or life altering although you may not realize it at the time. It is amazing that such small moments can have such monumental and long-lasting impacts on our paths. My memoir is based on a particular moment that I reflect on often as this wonderful journey of life has brought me to this very moment to share a very personal memory.
By Jesse J. Rivas2 years ago in Chapters
Pivot
I am at another pivot point. As many people call it, a for the plot adventure, where once again we are changing it up, flipping the script. Making drastic decisions to avoid the never-ending battle with complacency. I tend to do this every few months if not every couple year. I crave stability and comfort till I dream of the day where I can once again immerse myself in spontaneity and discovery. I last a few months doing life's chores, an insatiable cycle of saving, working, playing the game that society is built around. Work hard to achieve, keep chasing a dream to feel happy. Only to reach that goal and only ever see the battles ahead.
By Rilee Arey2 years ago in Chapters
Womb War Won
A beautiful, picturesque, romantic sunset defined the evening’s mood, challenging the resentful jealous attitude plaguing Get Wasted Management, CEO Weasel the Measle. Driving his fully paid Volkswagen bug, nicknamed Herbert, the conniving, contagious creep put on the emergency brake before stepping out to visit Appleseeds, a place where things are planted and allowed to grow into magnificent gifts. Following the host to a dining room seat, Weasel the Measle spotted a young couple, celebrating receiving special news.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Chapters
Into the waves
Saltwater swirled around my outstretched fingers, the chill of the October brine prickling at my ashen skin. The pallid grey-green sky and the eerily calm flow of the tides signaled that a storm was coming- i'd need to batten down the hatches.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Chapters
