Autobiography
Life On The Spectrum: Introduction
The young boy had recently finished Kindergarten and was ready for First Grade. One day toward the end of the summer he asked his mother “Mom, what comes after First Grade?” “Second Grade” she responded. After that the young boy asked what about after that, she replied “Third Grade.” The young boy continued to ask his mother how many more school years he had and when she finished with 12th Grade, the young boy’s heart sunk as he realized that he would remain in school 10 months out of the year, every year until age 18, which to the 6-year-old kid felt was long after the happy portion of his life, which at the time he considered would be “third grade.” He wanted to continue the life he had known at the time, playing and doing whatever his heart desired. He foresaw not having back control of his life back until age 18 and adulthood, He was terrified!
By Sean Callaghan2 years ago in Chapters
Why Write?
For as long as I can remember my fingers have itched to put words on paper. I have drawers teeming with notebooks filled with half-formed stories and characters who exist only in my imagination. Ever since the third grade when I wrote my first epic story, The Toilet Zone, about aliens who invade a house through a magical conduit in the sewers, I have wanted to be an author. I have literally spent hundreds of hours twisting words into fantasy worlds over the past four decades of my life. Four decades of clinging to a dream and what do I have to show for it? A callus on my right middle finger the size of Nebraska, a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome, and enough disappointment to fill the ocean. In an attempt to reinvigorate my passion for writing I began entering short stories to challenges on Vocal ten months ago. A dozen stories in and I've had one like, one positive comment, eleven total reads, and earned a whopping $0.08. So now, I ask myself, why haven't I had any success yet and why do I keep chasing this dream?
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Chapters
I Was Somebody’s Dusty Son. Content Warning.
At the heart of my adolescent turmoil, during those precarious years of middle school, there exists a chapter of my life that has remained— inscribed with indelible ink. To be honest every year leading up to, and since has had its own stand out moments. This is just a chapter I’ve often hesitated to revisit— not solely because of its intrinsic pain but because of the irrevocable mark it left on my self-perception.
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Chapters
Slice of Life: The Pizza Boy's Journey
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Brooklyn, there lived a young man named Tony. He wasn't a typical 20-year-old trying to find his place in the world. Tony was the "pizza boy." This wasn't just an ordinary title; It was a badge of honor in his family, passed down through the generations.
By MD Arbaz Hussain2 years ago in Chapters
Drew, unspoken love
October 30th, 2022 Drew, It’s been 5 days since I ate. That means it’s been five days since you left me. Your heart went into a cardiac arrest, whatever that is, and it stopped. You stopped breathing too and your life ended in that moment. What you probably didn’t realize would happen, is my life ending as well. Actually, that would have been much easier- if I just died with you. Instead, you left me heartbroken and terrified of my life without you. I didn’t die that day, but my life ended.
By Martyna Dearing2 years ago in Chapters
A Month on Skid Row
In February 1972, I was in the fourth year towards a Commerce degree at McGill University in Montreal. I was struggling and my grades were poor (involvement with campus politics had become a huge distraction), so when my friend Tony asked if I wanted to take time off and go to California with him, I jumped at the chance. "You bet!" I cried.
By Marco den Ouden2 years ago in Chapters
Love’s Canvas: Our Story
"Can love ever suddenly burst into existence, or does it quietly mature within the heart over time? Perhaps it's akin to a crystal-clear liquid within an unfamiliar vessel, evolving its essence while its appearance remains unchanged. I'm uncertain about the alchemy of love, but someone entered my life like an unexpected storm, and I'm eager to narrate that tale"
By Noor Mohammad2 years ago in Chapters
