Memoir
Shout out to Kendall Defoe
My mother read to me after lunch almost daily when I was four and five years old. She probably did so when I was younger than that, but I don't recall it. We'd sit on the couch in the dining room--a room large enough to hold a table that seated the eight of us in my family, plus two easy chairs and a sofa. We weren't wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, but we lived in an 1820-built farmhouse in Maine, and two of the rooms still had tin ceilings that fascinated me.
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Chapters
The Roadtrip of a Lifetime
For the past 7 months I have been working on the lovely island of Guam and there I learned how important our connection to others truly is. When we connect to others it makes the world seem so much smaller and more enjoyable. My roommate and coworker named Drew was one of the best humans I have had the pleasure of meeting. So, when I told him of my plans to road trip with my best friend through Arizona there was an even greater moment. Drew laughed and told me his dad was a tour guide out there for Pink Jeep Tours. It reminds me that there are no coincidences, just the universe putting people where they should be.
By Matthew Mccahey2 years ago in Chapters
Beneath the Island Sun. Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
As far as my memory and hearsay combine to form a vague understanding of my history—a mismatch of facts, experiences, and something slightly similar to the stain on my favorite shirt that I don’t really know what the hell it is—I would say that this was, quite frankly, my life. The details may have been nicely airbrushed, like a social media photo, but they still at least bear some resemblance to reality.
By William Saint Val2 years ago in Chapters
Sleeping With The Devil
Despite the horrendously destructive horrors of the story you are about to read, these days I prefer to consider myself a survivor rather than a victim. Nowadays, I live a very peaceful, fulfilling life, in time and geographical distance, very far from a situation that totally destroyed me. Indeed, on far too many occasions, what I went through, almost killed me.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 2 of Memoirs of the In-Between
When you’re alive, you have no idea what happens to you when you die. It was one of my many thoughts and regrets. I always wondered what happened to a person when they died. I sent so many people to their afterlives, that it seemed like a fair question. I had no idea what I believed, and to be frank I was scared to think too deeply about it. Only when my worst guilt, fresh after a job well done, did I dare to venture into that dark corner of my mind. I eventually convinced myself that nothing happened. There was no heaven, there were no gods, there was nothing but a deep dark sleep that you never wake up from.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Chapters
