Autobiography
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
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
I saved a stranger's life
It all started many years ago when I saw an email going around in my university email's feed. There was a person at my university , in my own department (although I never interacted with her) who needed either a stem cell transplant or a platelet transplant due to her blood cancer.
By Neil Marathe2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 32
I've got to get out of here. I felt the tears stinging the back of my eyes or maybe that was the smell of garbage. A house that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since he had moved in. That was three years ago, right? I did a quick calculation in my head, primarily as a distraction from the emotions coursing through my body.
By Amy J Garner2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 13 of “The Moth & the Lighthouse: a Memoir”
I know this memoir has been a sad story so far, and you probably don’t like the protagonist very much, but I beg you to press on, Dear Reader. The monstrous cretin inhabiting these pages is about to undergo a transformation. Based on what you know so far, it’s hard to believe that anything could penetrate the shell of miserable, desperate, entitled arrogance he is encased in, I know. However, he is about to have some experiences that evidence if not a higher power, at least a sense of greater purpose, and emerge from the chrysalis a butterf…well, at least a moth, but you may find the changes as astounding as he did.
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Chapters
An American Girl Summer
8/11/2023 Dear Diary, I finally saw the Barbie movie this week! Mom giggled so much throughout the whole thing. She kept pointing out all the old dolls she had as a kid—she even had Allan! It was so cute to watch her enjoying herself. She really related to the mother being pushed away by the teenage daughter, which made me feel bad. She told me she always wanted a Troll doll growing up, but her mother wouldn’t get her one. I’m going to buy her a vintage one for Christmas.
By Anonymous Barbie2 years ago in Chapters
The Week That Broke Me
If anyone uses the word “natural” to describe breastfeeding to me ever again, I cannot be held liable for my reaction. There was nothing that was natural about breastfeeding as far as I was concerned. Sure, when I was pregnant, I had every intention to breastfeed. I bought a pump. I bought a ton of storage bags for the copious amounts of breastmilk that I was going to store away in my freezer like a good little mother. I bought nipple cream and breast pads, because of the warnings that women had given me about just how miserable my breasts were going to be. Yes, I had read the books telling me that breastfeeding was going to be “hard” and “frustrating,” but I just needed to stick with it because if you give your baby formula, you are the devil (obviously, they didn’t use that word, but it was generally implied with all of the literature). Whenever I would read pros and cons, the breastfeeding section had a long list of pros for the child and one to two cons for the mother, but the formula section was pretty much all pros just for the mother. You’re selfish, remember?
By Nicole Correia2 years ago in Chapters
Life On The Spectrum: Chapter 1
Sean Michael Callaghan was born on March 22, 1990, to Lorry and Michael Callaghan. Lorry and Michael had known each other for only about a year before they were married. Michael had grown up in a family of 6 kids in Northeast Philadelphia. Lorry grew up in West Caldwell, New Jersey, about 15 minutes from New York City. They met through a College friend of Michael’s, who had been a childhood friend of Lorry. As they spent time together, they fell in love and were married in May 1989. I came along less than a year later. I was 8 pounds 6 ounces at birth. They brought me home to a twin house in Horsham, Pennsylvania, a Philadelphia suburb.
By Sean Callaghan2 years ago in Chapters
