Autobiography
Memoir | U.S. Ambassador | Part VI of VI
While growing up, I often watched the evening world news report on television with my mother. The evening news is where I saw mostly men as U.S. Ambassadors speaking on international relations, foreign policies, and matters concerning our U.S. Embassies and Consulates abroad. I was mesmerized by their intellect and the high-powered job they held. I wanted to work for our American Ambassadors, one day. That day arrived.
By Mia Z. Edwards2 months ago in Chapters
The Statue That Slowly Became Human
A statue carved in eternal sorrow stood at the edge of a plaza. Those who passed felt compelled to speak their vulnerabilities to it, as if the stone could absorb their confessions. Over centuries, its features softened. One day, it exhaled dust and stepped down from its pedestal, now fully human. The first words it whispered were, “Thank you for giving me your truths. They taught me how to live.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Door That Opened Into Yesterday
A door appeared in a meadow, leading not to another place but to a previous day of one’s life. People entered hoping to fix mistakes, only to find they could observe but not intervene. Yet watching their past selves with compassion instead of judgment changed them more than rewriting ever could. The door eventually faded, leaving behind a meadow filled with people who had finally forgiven themselves.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Bird That Sang Only When No One Listened
A rare bird in a remote jungle had a voice so beautiful it could move mountains — but it only sang when alone. Explorers tried to record it, but the bird stayed silent. One night, a lost child heard the melody accidentally. She told no one, not to capture the sound, but to protect its purity. Beauty, she realized, is sometimes meant to exist without audience.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Musician Who Played the Wind
A musician crafted an instrument with no strings and no holes. Yet when he lifted it to the sky, the wind rushed through it, creating melodies shaped by weather, season, and emotion. Concerts were unpredictable but always transcendent. Audiences learned that music existed everywhere — all one needed was the courage to listen.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Universe Written on a Single Leaf
A philosopher discovered a leaf with veins forming patterns identical to star maps. He spent years studying it, realizing the design wasn’t coincidence but a reminder: the universe is not out there—it is in everything, even the smallest sliver of matter. When the leaf eventually decayed, the philosopher smiled instead of mourning. “Infinity,” he said, “doesn’t disappear. It only changes form.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Women | Part VI of VI
I was working as a receptionist in a Congressional Bureau at the Department of Prominence, I was 26 years of age. Two women in my office were best friends. Their names were Lynette and Carolyn. They were always together. They arrived at work in the morning together, they went to lunch together, they took work breaks together, and they departed from work together. They ruled the office and often made my work life challenging, yet ironically, I ended up being the one to help one of them out of a tricky situation!
By Mia Z. Edwards2 months ago in Chapters
The Candle That Remembered Dawn
A candle lit in total darkness glowed with a hue unlike any flame. Its owner claimed it burned with the memory of dawn — light not from the past, but from the morning yet to come. People doubted him until those who sat near the candle felt an inexplicable hope, as if tomorrow had already forgiven their failures. When the candle finally burned out, it left behind no wax — only a warmth that lingered for days, reminding all who felt it that the future can illuminate the present.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Hour Before Tomorrow
There is a secret hour between midnight and dawn that only reveals itself to people who stand perfectly still. During this hour, shadows soften, thoughts quiet, and the future draws a little closer. Those who experience it report hearing faint whispers — not of ghosts, but of possibilities preparing to take form. The hour leaves no trace except a renewed sense that tomorrow is not predetermined but patiently awaiting collaboration
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
