Memoir
My Lady in Blue
I watch you sitting on the edge of the bed stretching your nude stockings up and over those long smooth legs. The first one passes right above the dark mole God placed just to the left of your knee, the color softening a bit when he pressed against your pale skin.
By Susana's World2 years ago in Chapters
Anxiety Is My Friend
My life, up to this point, had been a perpetual cycle of shit. I was used to the world throwing me curve balls and constantly knocking me down. I expected it. As my mom always told me, “Expect the worst, hope for the best.” I was 18 by now, a solid 6 months into only my second job ever.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Chapters
The Night in Memory
I have always been weird. I wasn't always conscious of it, I had moments of blending in, but then I would go to a sleepover and stare at the ceiling while my friends fell asleep in seconds. I was different. I couldn't spend the night at my friends, once I got a phone I would call my mom to come pick me up in the middle of the night and I never knew why. I still don't fully know why -- I didn't have an actual reason, I think it was just various anxiety. Which sucked, because I never really wanted to be home but I felt like I needed to be there, like there would be an apocalypse and I was the only one who could protect my family when that was the farthest thing from true.
By J "Griffin" Rooms2 years ago in Chapters
One Day When I Was a Senior
When coming up with ideas for this prompt, I thought of quite a few stories. Some were unfortunately too short to fit the word requirement, and some that I was afraid would make others embarrassed. Then I remembered something that I believe I only told a couple of people, one of whom was the Vice-Principal. So strap yourselves in, for congratulations you lucky reader, you are in for an interesting tale! Hopefully, I guess it would be up to you whether it is interesting or not.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Chapters
Breaking Free
I remember the summer of 2021. Beautiful warm weather, sunny skies as waves crash and mist the air. Life felt simple. Life, felt simple. This was one of the first times in my life that I had felt as though I was truly living my life. Trying new things, doing things for myself, not only doing what was expected of me. There was a change coming.
By Connor Stermer2 years ago in Chapters
Close to Home
As my stocking feet move through the hall to Albert’s closet, I am keenly aware I am doing something unforgivable. Reaching onto the shelf, I peer at the tiny letters on the pharmaceutical bottles, looking for the sedative that starts with Z. Here it is. I can smell the persimmons ripening in the next room on the windowsill. Peeking past the threshold and around the piano, I see the ridiculous sign duct-taped below a procession of rotund, orange fruits awaiting their fate. Scrawled in black sharpie, the sign reads, “Do not partake in the persimmons!”
By April Cope2 years ago in Chapters
Resilience amidst chaos.
Resilience Amidst Chaos, Before the Outbreak of Covid , my life before the germ warfare outbreak. My family, friends, hobbies, and dreams, were to travel, write and give my readers the normalcy and routine of my world before everything changed.
By Dawn Earnshaw2 years ago in Chapters
