Autobiography
One Day When I Was a Senior
When coming up with ideas for this prompt, I thought of quite a few stories. Some were unfortunately too short to fit the word requirement, and some that I was afraid would make others embarrassed. Then I remembered something that I believe I only told a couple of people, one of whom was the Vice-Principal. So strap yourselves in, for congratulations you lucky reader, you are in for an interesting tale! Hopefully, I guess it would be up to you whether it is interesting or not.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Chapters
Breaking Free
I remember the summer of 2021. Beautiful warm weather, sunny skies as waves crash and mist the air. Life felt simple. Life, felt simple. This was one of the first times in my life that I had felt as though I was truly living my life. Trying new things, doing things for myself, not only doing what was expected of me. There was a change coming.
By Connor Stermer2 years ago in Chapters
Close to Home
As my stocking feet move through the hall to Albert’s closet, I am keenly aware I am doing something unforgivable. Reaching onto the shelf, I peer at the tiny letters on the pharmaceutical bottles, looking for the sedative that starts with Z. Here it is. I can smell the persimmons ripening in the next room on the windowsill. Peeking past the threshold and around the piano, I see the ridiculous sign duct-taped below a procession of rotund, orange fruits awaiting their fate. Scrawled in black sharpie, the sign reads, “Do not partake in the persimmons!”
By April Cope2 years ago in Chapters
Hazrat Khwaja Moinuddin Chisti
Hazrat Moinuddin is the head of the circle and the founder of the chain of Chishtiyya in the Hindu sub-continent. He was in the service of Khwaja Usman Haruni, may God bless him and grant him peace, for 20 years while traveling and in the city, and used to supervise his gold clothing. After that he blessed you with the blessing of Khilafah.
By mir quadeer sultan2 years ago in Chapters
He's (probably) not the Messiah...
So here we come to the pivot, the point of before and after, the moment the world changed. Like Jesus before him, the arrival of my son marked a sea change of such significance that the ripples will be felt 2000 years later. Well, maybe that last bit is an overstatement. Maybe not. Its too soon to say. But a lot changed for me. And, unexpectedly, a lot did not change.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Chapters
Fifteen
I was only fifteen. I still had braces on my teeth and frizzy hair. My refuge was a night with my friends; talking, laughing, playing the role of normal. My friend, Tony, was at the helm of this adventurous night, and pulled into my driveway to drop me off.
By Jennifer Warren2 years ago in Chapters
Health Sabbatical (Hiatus)
I did not want my bad health to define me . There is a saying, “ Your health is your wealth.” I was never absent at work unless my body completely breakdown. I was not absent until something terrible happen to my body in 1999, right before spring.
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Chapters
