Autobiography
Phantom Shift-Introduction
Sitting in a dark room, a woman approaches from “The Group”. They have an offer for you. A simple job for one of The Activity’s best agents. A simple task for a man of your talents. Retrieve Doctor Cardoso’s journal and a copy of the Empire's world-dominating devices, and relieve the United States from their dominance.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
I Am Who I Am (Memoir)
Two of the memories I have left of my dad are of him blind with rage. I think I’ll never forget them because they told me more about life than just the goofy good times and laughing uncontrollably together. One of these memories involves two other people who it feels like devoted years of their lives to solely take care of me and my dad. My grandmother and Uncle Harvey.
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Chapters
My Life
This is my story from my teenage years... 13-17 (the most interesting ones): My grandma got a deadly diagnosis, stage four pancreatic cancer, in 2013. I was 13 when this happened and they gave her only 6-12 months to live with chemotherapy. I started having seizures and was diagnosed with epilepsy only a few months later. Within one year, I went through so many difficult events. Her diagnosis was in November 2013. My epilepsy diagnosis was in March 2014. Shortly after I got my diagnosis, as a 13-year-old, I got a third-degree burn. This burn required going to the hospital for the blisters to pop on their own. I was there for two nights and went for a skin graft less than two weeks later. After the skin graft, I was in the hospital for another night and missed a month of eighth grade. After the surgery had healed, or so I thought, I got a sunburn where the skin graft was done. I was just a stupid kid and did not know that a person could burn through a t-shirt.
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Chapters
Me, Myself and I
This was the time to take stock. Looking back, it was like I was examining someone else's life. I’d been to the brink of Hell and felt like I was going mad. But I’d come back. And I was successful by most people’s measure. Some, knowing snippets of what I had been through, admired me for my strength of character. Even if I did not feel strong in myself. I know, it is fairly common to be self-deprecating. This goes to a whole new level in most people who have experienced abuse, however.
By Lilly Cooper2 years ago in Chapters
The Dark Before the Dawn
It was darkness. I was lost. Wandering through my life just existing, instead of living. Therapy had helped after the abuse of my ex-husband, but really it had only helped me cope with the dark thoughts that had manifested from the things he made me believe for years.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Chapters
The Long Road To Freedom
Chapter Three After an inauspicious start in life, at the relatively young age of twenty-two, my life reached a very significant turning point. I met a slightly older, attractive, intelligent woman who inspired me to set about building a future far more successful than I could ever have imagined.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Running Up the Down Escalator
It was the spring of 1988. The First Assembly of God youth group I went to was attending a Bible Quiz in Dallas, Texas. My stepmom was one of the chaperones for the group, so she required me to participate on the Quiz team. Seeing as we traveled to other churches and saw beautiful scenery from our church van’s windows, I didn't mind.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Chapters
Chapters Challenge: My Sweet 16
Hello! My name is Kristen Rose Ulrich. I am nearly 32 years old. The middle of my memoir was when I turned 16 years old. I fondly remember my sweet 16 party. I can easily say that it was one of the best nights of my life. Pictured above is a poem that my Uncle Andrew wrote for me in Italian. (I am 50% Italian on my mother’s side, and 25% German, and 25% Norwegian on my father’s side.)
By Kristen Ulrich2 years ago in Chapters
