Autobiography
Memoir | Notetaker | Part VI of VI
I found myself in a difficult situation! My new supervisor, Sally Horowitz, requested that I become the note-taker for the newly formed Y2K meetings she would be leading. The problem was that I had no prior experience taking meeting notes—my note-taking skills were limited to my college days! I was unsure if I could accurately capture the essential points in such significant meetings.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Merida: The Arrow That Never Missed
Merida’s final arrow was said to carry a witch’s blessing: “It will always find what you truly seek.” She shot it into the mist — and vanished. Years later, explorers found an arrow embedded in a stone heart deep beneath the earth, still glowing.
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Karachi Chronicles Chapter 13
Although we didn’t have a license to free roam, there were plenty of establishments in the hotel to keep us fed. Each morning, for breakfast we had the expansive Marco Polo buffet. In the evenings, there was a traditional Pakistani buffet for a local flavour. As for Eastern Asian flavours, we had Taipan yum cha and the “best restaurant in Pakistan,” Sakura Japanese. Catering to the Western palate, you had the Steakhouse or executive lounge. Room service, a café in the lobby and the Kwikimart† rounded out the plethora of options at our immediate disposal.
By S. J. Leahy3 months ago in Chapters
The Painter of Rain
In 1820 Kyoto, a reclusive artist named Ren Shimizu gained fame for landscapes that rained when hung outdoors. Scholars thought it was a clever chemical trick — until a noble family that bought his final painting, The River Before Death, perished in a flood the next day. When the painting resurfaced in 1974, a researcher noted that the painted clouds seemed to shift under light, forming human faces mid-tear. It was later stolen from the Tokyo Museum during a typhoon. Some believe the painting calls storms when it’s seen. Others think it only cries for its creator, who drowned in his studio.
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The Forgotten Princess of Mont-Saint-Michel
In 1425, when tides around Mont-Saint-Michel made it unreachable, a young noblewoman named Alayne was locked in its tower for refusing an arranged marriage. Letters in the abbey’s archives reveal her descent into loneliness: she wrote to the sea, to gulls, even to the moon. Decades later, when monks reopened the sealed chamber, they found her journal filled with salt-stained pages—and a strand of hair braided into knots so tight it could have anchored ships. Local legend says that on nights of heavy fog, a pale figure appears in the tower window, combing her hair as the waves whisper her name.
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Memoir | Get Mia! | Part VI of VI
As the sun rose on another workday, I needed the signature of our bureau’s Principal Secretary of Prominence, Mr. Goldberg, on an important document. Naturally, I went to Jane, his office secretary, only to discover she was again on sick leave.
By Mia Z. Edwards3 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Conclusion | Prelude | Part VI of VI | Secretarial Diaries
After demonstrating my competence in managing delicate materials during my global travels for the government, I requested a stable 9-to-5 job once my two-year assignment concluded. I had seen enough of the world and the unpredictable rhythms of international communication. I was ready to trade jet lag and adrenaline for a desk, a routine, and a little peace of mind.
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The Clockmaker’s Bride
He built her from time itself — a woman made of ticking veins and brass bones. Every heartbeat a mechanism, every sigh a calculation. For years, they danced in perfect rhythm, until her gears began to slow. He replaced her parts with gold, then silver, then his own heart.
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