Memoir

Today
Amazing, word-backed by the past and ready to be the future. This word became a treasure for me. I lived this word, not over an entire day but in some moments throughout the day. I got why I was lacking and what I was lacking. It would not be expressed in words, but it would be in my actions. Because I lived this term without fear of tomorrow, not even considering the past.
By Shraddha Bhosaleabout a year ago in Chapters
Today's Story
Today Amazing, word-backed by the past and ready to be future. This word became a treasure for me. I lived this word, not within a whole day but in just some moments, the whole day. I got why I was lacking and what I was lacking. It would not be expressed in words, but it would be in my actions. Because I lived this term without tomorrow's fear, not even considering the past.
By Shraddha Bhosaleabout a year ago in Chapters
Perfectly Damaged. Content Warning.
The trunk slammed banging hard against the suitcase that took up the entire space. Passport? Check. Boarding Pass? Check. Wrap? Check. Currency? Check. She had everything she needed. The sun was just setting as Pen set off to Los Angeles International Airport with her parents. She took a deep breath to calm herself. The flight was long but this was the start of the rest of her life and she was excited. Nervous, but excited.
By Kristen Campbellabout a year ago in Chapters
Perfectly Damaged. Content Warning.
28 inches, bright pink, TSA approved. Pen stared at the empty suitcase laying on her bed. It was enormous. Still, not quite big enough. Taking a breath, she looked around her room. Most everything had been sold at the garage sale and she had donated the rest. All that was left would have to fit into this one, gigantic, suitcase. She stared at the empty space, a bundle of nerves, butterflies zooming around in her stomach. The computer trilled from her desk and she went over to it, clicking on the green phone button. Blake's face burst to life on the screen and she smiled.
By Kristen Campbellabout a year ago in Chapters
That Morning!
I was 14 years old and moving towards my Madrassa (Islamic School) on my cycle. The distance from my home to the school was around 3 KM. At around 05:00 AM, I was covered half the distance. The roads were empty even in the middle of the main market of that small town. It felt like I was all alone as 99% of the people were sleeping.
By Smoshoabout a year ago in Chapters
Morality. AI-Generated.
As it happens I am in Death Valley, in a room at the Enterprise Motel and Trailer Park, and it is July, and it is hot. In fact it is 119°. I cannot seem to make the air conditioner work, but there is a small refrigerator, and I can wrap ice cubes in a towel and hold them against the small of my back. With the help of the ice cubes I have been trying to think, because The American Scholar asked me to, in some abstract way about “morality,” a word I distrust more every day, but my mind veers inflexibly toward the particular.
By Someoneabout a year ago in Chapters
Where are you going
Life is often described as a journey with each of us walking down a path unique to our circumstances, desires and goals. But what happens when we don’t know where we’re headed When our goals feel unclear and every direction seems equally viable The expression If we do not know where to go all roads will do the trick highlights a profound truth about decision making and purpose Without a clear destination any path we choose might seem like the right one but it may not necessarily lead us to fulfillment or success. In this article well explore the significance of direction, the dangers of wandering, and ways to find clarity in times of uncertainty
By Jacobabout a year ago in Chapters
Moral Stories
Moral stories have woven themselves into the fabric of human culture throughout the ages. Whether we hear them from parents, read them in books, or watch them in movies, these stories are often designed to teach us valuable lessons. But in today’s fast-paced and complex world, one question often arises: Are these moral stories based on real-life experiences, or are they just built-up ideals meant to guide our behavior? And how does silence play into this conversation?
By Mamoona Bushraabout a year ago in Chapters
The Unfathomable Dance of Existence
How unfathomable is the beauty of existence! Every roadblock, every rejection, every end and every not so plausible moment is the beginning of something new, some beautiful reality that can turn every bitter ounce of mortality into an insightful lesson learned,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Ruhdaari- The light of the soul
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Dear Mother
What I want more is to know what your journey was like. Who exactly were you? What was life like for you? What were your parents like?
By Melakiya Yogeshbhaiabout a year ago in Chapters
The Genius of Humanity
In our quest to understand the essence of life, we realize that true genius is revealed in moments of profound disruption, when life ceases to offer familiar incentives to continue. It is during these times that the brilliance of the human spirit emerges, creating a backup version of existence—a life that may not be rich in profound meaning but holds enough value to sustain us.
By Karima SH.about a year ago in Chapters