Autobiography
The Essentials Tracksuit: A Staple for Comfort and Style
In the world of fashion, trends come and go, but some pieces remain timeless. One such staple is the tracksuit—a versatile ensemble that effortlessly combines comfort with style. Whether you're hitting the gym, running errands, or simply lounging at home, the Essentials is a go-to choice for both men and women. Let's delve into why this iconic outfit deserves a spot in everyone's wardrobe.
By essentials tracksuit2 years ago in Chapters
Life On The Spectrum: Chapter 11
Since leaving Vanguard and losing so many people who meant so much to me, I have continued to try to live as best I can. I completed an Audio production course in College and with my Uncle John made my first big serious recording, a cover of the Beatles, “If I Fell.” On Thursday Nights for a long period of time I would sing several songs as part of my Uncle’s act at a local bar, and I have had several strong auditions for bands but nothing had yet fully clicked. Still, I love playing the drums and I look for chances to sing whenever I can. My love for music is very deep.
By Sean Callaghan2 years ago in Chapters
"The Unforgettable School Picnic: A Journey Beyond Expectations"
In the heart of spring, the students of Pinegrove High buzzed with excitement. It was time for their annual school picnic, a day of adventure and camaraderie. The air hummed with anticipation as the buses lined up outside the school gates, ready to transport the eager students to their destination.
By Abdul Basit2 years ago in Chapters
Transcendence of a Good Meal
I love food. I love eating. I love tasting new things, usually. I love the process of thinking about what to cook. I miss my taste buds. This is the worst part of chemo, I think. The exhaustion, I can take. The intermittent nausea, I can take. The headaches and body aches, like someone took a baseball bat to my torso, I can take. But not tasting food – is awful. I’ve had my third round of chemo and this has been the worst impact for me right now. I want to eat. I want to eat the house, actually. I’m hopped up on steroids, so having no taste buds is just cruel. I love whipping up something tasty. But now it’s starting to feel like work. No matter what I cook, it’s like eating the wall – flat and gray.
By Cathy Schieffelin2 years ago in Chapters
"Fool's Day Follies
Chapter 1: Origins and History April Fool’s Day, celebrated on April 1st each year, has murky origins shrouded in mystery and folklore. Some trace its roots back to ancient Rome, where the festival of Hilaria was celebrated at the end of March, while others point to the adoption of the Gregorian calendar in the 16th century as the catalyst for the modern observance of April Fool’s Day. Regardless of its beginnings, the day has evolved into a global phenomenon, uniting people across cultures in the spirit of playful deception.
By Odo Pamela 2 years ago in Chapters
Eleonora's Falcon: The Unique Raptor That Captivates Birds
This way of behaving of detaining live birds isn't just exceptional yet in addition fills in as a demonstration of the hawk's flexibility and knowledge. By storing live prey, Eleonora's Hawk guarantees a consistent food supply for itself as well as its posterity during the rearing season when assets might be scant.
By Sabtain Khan2 years ago in Chapters
I lied. Chapter One Revised.
(To note: Since this is not a complete book and just a work in progress in it’s very early stages, I imagine these chapters will ebb and flow and change and be out of order at this phase. Maybe I will stop calling them chapters. But I don’t know what else to call them. Any ideas? I’ve never done this before. A kids book, yes, but this is a new game and I’m just warming up.)
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Chapters
I started writing a book today.
Linus April 23, 2023 Today I woke up and it was different. I’m just a dog, so there are some things I don’t understand, but I know when something is different. I can either smell, or taste, or feel the difference. And today something on my inside felt not normal anymore. It is not a bad feeling, and it doesn’t hurt but I know. This is how I know I am not a puppy anymore. When you are a dog, you are either Puppy for a lot of many years or Old. So, I think this means I am Old now.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Chapters







