Memoir
Patou et Boeuf - Duck and Beef
When we landed in Luxembourg this morning, it was all I could do to find my suitcase in the mess of luggage that came pouring down onto the baggage carousel, hunt crazily through the terminal for the taxi stand, arrive at the train station, pay the taxi driver way too much money, buy my train ticket to Paris and another one to Avignon, and get on the train. I slept all the way to Paris, only waking up to show the border crossing guy my passport. When the train arrived in Paris, the only reason I woke up was because the guy next to me was getting off there also, and stepped on my foot really hard as he climbed over me in the tiny train compartment. I probably would have eventually noticed that the train had stopped in the station and had gone silent, but I didn’t want to miss the train to Lyon, so I am kind of glad that guy woke me up. I almost never ride trains at home, and I was looking forward to hours of watching the French countryside and cities pass by through the huge windows, but I missed it all. It did feel good to sleep, though it wasn’t nearly enough.
By Patricia Magdalena Redlin2 years ago in Chapters
Oh, Canada
Chapter 8 On Saturday morning, I was up first and grabbed the bathroom before the other dancers soiled it. After my hair had dried, I got dressed and threw my winter gear on to walk to confession. The other day when I went uptown to the Immigration Office, I saw a Catholic Church about five or six blocks from Hanrahan's strip club, and I marched off in that direction.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Sunflower
Last year all of my sunflowers died. I started the seeds early and followed all the basic instructions to raise the plants, but as soon as I planted them outside, they all disappeared slowly. Supposedly the bunnies in my backyard love them as salad. This year I promised myself no matter what, my sunflowers would live. From the mistakes of the previous year, I took notes and started my seeds indoors, early. On about five egg containers my little seeds began their lives with a moist touch of soil. I kept them by the window where the sun reaches the most. From ritual watering and motivational speeches, my baby sunflowers started sprouting one by one. It is a joy to watch the seeds sprout with the potential of growing into a forest. I started daydreaming of a walk in our backyard, surrounded by sunflowers.
By Homayra Adiba2 years ago in Chapters
The Desert Blooms: A Journey of Resilience
I stand under the scorching Australian sun, my boots sinking into the fine orange sand of the outback. Sweat drips from my brow, and the weight of my uniform seems to double with every step. I can feel the weight of my rifle, the echo of my father's proud words, and the expectations of my country pressing down on my shoulders.
By James Robinson2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 2 : Chapter of My Life
For several days, we were in the city of Malang for the group vocal competition, but there was no progress in our relationship. We enjoyed each other's company, but we didn't feel like anything was moving forward. However, we were content knowing that we cared for each other. After the competition process was over, we returned to our hometown and resumed our usual routines, preparing for the next competition with our regular rehearsals.
By tju tjhen tjen2 years ago in Chapters
Not Exactly A Shotgun Wedding. Content Warning.
When I left Veronica, I boarded with a guy I knew and his wife for a while. It didn’t last long as his stepdaughter, or someone, needed a place to stay quite urgently, so I was asked to leave. As luck would have it, Molly and her family walked back into my life at just that time.
By Words by Me2 years ago in Chapters
