Memoir
Chasing the Blood. Content Warning.
I tapped away at the keys. Tap- tap- tap… writing always cleared my head when I had something to write about. No, not when I had something to write about, but when the voices in my head became so loud, they demanded to be heard. Something to deal with, letting the white of the paper lend ear to insanity. It helped me avoid my addiction or at least it prolonged the inevitable.
By Maili Paul2 years ago in Chapters
How I knew I wanted to be a writer.
All my life, I have always wanted to be a writer,I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t own a diary.Most day’s writing down my thoughts was the only thing that kept me sane.I liked the idea that you could reach a lot of people with your words,give people a chance to escape , give people hope ,make them laugh and make them love even make them cry.
By Aubrey james2 years ago in Chapters
Double Jeopardy in Tokyo
On a sweltering hot afternoon in the summer of 2002, in an air conditioned conference room high in a Tokyo office tower, I sat opposite a team of Japanese SEC officials. They were steadily raising their voices, now almost shouting, accusing me of insider trading. The man in the middle, a mid-aged man with thick swept back hair, named Okada-san, peppered me with questions and accusations, while his two colleagues sat expressionless, studying my every movement. They wore the dark blue suits, white shirts, and pressed ties that were the standard uniform of Japanese government bureaucrats. I was an outsider.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Chapters
Memoirs of a Walgreens Photo Specialist
Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved. I had been working for Walgreens for a little over a year before my view of the world was shattered. While I have had to deal with shoplifters, I had never even seen a gun before this. Not in real life. That is unless you count those of police officers and security guards. There is also the pump action BB gun my father had. That gun couldn’t do any real harm. I’m sure it would hurt if you got shot by it, but it wouldn’t draw blood. My cousin had one. He once “accidently” shot his brother in the butt with it. I remember him pulling his pants down, outside, on the front porch. His friends were gathered around him, looking at his naked butt to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. He wasn’t. We all had a good laugh.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Chapters
The Oddball Redheaded Stepchild that D.I.D. Content Warning.
Author’s Note: Please be aware the following piece of memoir is nonfiction. What you’re about to read is true, so please do not judge and do not flame the author. It was really difficult to put this up, and I almost didn’t. Otherwise, I do hope you find some enjoyment while reading it!
By Leora-Chan2 years ago in Chapters
