Autobiography
Admiring dream
Sarah had been in a relationship with Tom for a few years, and they had talked about their future together. However, Tom had never mentioned anything about getting engaged or married, and Sarah wasn't sure if he was ready for that kind of commitment.
By Aditya Singh2 years ago in Chapters
Fruit Jello
I have a sister who is four months older than me. Okay, she’s my step-sister, but we’ve been together since we were both five years old, so we are close. We are almost as close as twins. As any kids who grow up together, we could speak to each other without uttering a word or a sound.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Chapters
Life On The Spectrum: Chapter 2
I remember distinctly my preparation day for kindergarten. All the parents and future students were ushered into the large auditorium and heard a speech or something (okay, some details are somewhat fuzzy). The students were then treated to a preview ride on the school bus, which was a very different experience than being in the car with your parents. It looked like a lot of fun. What I remember most about my Kindergarten Year were the Art and Music Classes, maybe because they were the most involved. It was only in the morning so I would go home every afternoon and do whatever I did in those days. We had our first School Musical, based entirely on Disney music. I was cast as one of the Donald Duck characters in the Mickey Mouse March, which I guess thinking back was appropriate since I probably frequently interrupted teachers and threw temper tantrums.
By Sean Callaghan2 years ago in Chapters
Aging Groups of Supportive Friends. Top Story - October 2023.
In October of 2012, I was diagnosed with bronchitis. It was not bronchitis. Then I was diagnosed with pneumonia. It was diagnosed as pneumonia a second time and now we are in November of 2012. I was diagnosed with cancer.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Chapters
The Man Who Invented Fantasy
Lester del Rey wore 1950s-style horn-rimmed glasses, an untamed billy-goat beard, and his silver hair neatly brushed back above a prominent forehead. Notably, he would generously distribute cards bearing the inscription: Lester del Rey, Expert. On occasion, he would humorously claim that his full name was Ramón Felipe San Juan Mario Silvio Enrico Smith Heathcourt-Brace Sierra y Alvarez-del Rey y de los Verdes. However, it is important to note that he was actually born Leonard Knapp, the son of Wright Knapp, in 1915 in the rural southeastern region of Minnesota. Like many notable figures from the state, such as Jay Gatz, Prince Rogers Nelson, and Robert Zimmerman, del Rey was captivated by the idea of reinventing oneself. In 1977, at the age of sixty, del Rey harnessed his inclination for imaginative storytelling to great success, effectively revolutionizing the genre of fantasy fiction as we know it today.
By ABDUL RASHID 2 years ago in Chapters
Truth or Consequences
(Content warning: mentions of bullying and violence) A new day dawns. As I’m sitting down to breakfast, I turn on my phone and open Facebook. I mindlessly scroll, and it’s not long until I see it. Some article about some celebrity being canceled for some transgression that happened some time ago. It’s the same thing every morning: the one-sided narrative, the half-truths, the cruel assumptions. If the article itself doesn’t get me riled up, the comments section does. It’s an endless wall of people condemning the article’s subject with death threats or other creative punishments that far outweigh the accusation itself. Or else, they condemn anyone who dares support the accused to the same.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Chapters
Road to Admittance. Content Warning.
It takes a lot for a person to admit they need help and for me, it took me to lose everything I knew to finally admit to myself that I needed help. I purposely pretended to be fine, denied others reasoning to be concerned and refused to seek help because I selfishly didn't want it. I isolated myself because deep down, I knew nobody around me would be able to understand exactly how I felt. The pain in my chest and my suppressed anger, hurt and confusion all joined up together and made my thoughts become somebody I didn't recognize and often feared. My best friends, Trinity and Briana, knew I was getting worse every time the school bell rang and I had to make my way back home. They knew I had finally given up fighting my depression for my sexual abuse and my mother’s neglect; 5 years was too long to keep trying after the 9 years of abuse. And unfortunately there wasn't much they could do when they looked into my eyes and didn't see the real me anymore as I told them “ I’m okay guys. I’m used to it. Go home, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Reluctantly, we would turn away from each other and walk away and I knew they knew the whispered “ Maybe ” came uttering from my mouth causing unshed tears to gather in our eyes. The sinister me was waiting to welcome me in its arms as soon as I walked in my home and trudged up the steps to the sanctuary of my room. My mental health was in shambles but I wasn't going to admit that to anyone, even myself. It wasn’t until I was alone in a hospital room where everything changed for me.
By Yvonaé Dessus2 years ago in Chapters
Time
I had two choices: Cry a bit longer and risk the whites of my eyes and puffiness around not having enough time to go back to normal, or push the feelings aside and try to focus on something else. The former would have made sense. I had about 20 minutes until my clients would arrive - 5 more minutes to cry, 5 minutes to fix my makeup and 10 minutes to put the mask back on, with its painted smile across it.
By Sabrina Rupolo2 years ago in Chapters
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
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
