Nonfiction
I Was Somebody’s Dusty Son. Content Warning.
At the heart of my adolescent turmoil, during those precarious years of middle school, there exists a chapter of my life that has remained— inscribed with indelible ink. To be honest every year leading up to, and since has had its own stand out moments. This is just a chapter I’ve often hesitated to revisit— not solely because of its intrinsic pain but because of the irrevocable mark it left on my self-perception.
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Chapters
Slice of Life: The Pizza Boy's Journey
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Brooklyn, there lived a young man named Tony. He wasn't a typical 20-year-old trying to find his place in the world. Tony was the "pizza boy." This wasn't just an ordinary title; It was a badge of honor in his family, passed down through the generations.
By MD Arbaz Hussain2 years ago in Chapters
A Nursing Assistant Training Manual
Chapter One- An Introduction to the Career of Nursing Assisting What is a nursing assistant? In so many words a nursing assistant is a person whether male or female is one who cares for patients and/or clients helping them with activities of daily living (ADL's) whether in a nursing facility or in the home. Nursing assistants can either be or not be certified, but most nursing facilities or care services usually require a person to become certified to perform the necessary skills of this profession.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Chapters
Self-Liberation: An Intense Experience. Top Story - September 2023.
The quest for liberty takes many forms, from political activism to philosophizing. But the freest country in the world will not be satisfying to one who is not at peace with oneself. To one who lacks self-esteem and a sense of personal worth, political freedom means very little. And one who is not confident in their moral code or who lacks a clear-cut set of values is more susceptible to authoritarian pressure than the self-confident individual.
By Marco den Ouden2 years ago in Chapters
Love’s Canvas: Our Story
"Can love ever suddenly burst into existence, or does it quietly mature within the heart over time? Perhaps it's akin to a crystal-clear liquid within an unfamiliar vessel, evolving its essence while its appearance remains unchanged. I'm uncertain about the alchemy of love, but someone entered my life like an unexpected storm, and I'm eager to narrate that tale"
By Noor Mohammad2 years ago in Chapters
Emily’s Inspiring
AI Content Once upon a time in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and a glistening river, there lived a young woman named Emily. She was known far and wide for her boundless optimism and unwavering belief in the goodness of people and the world.
By James Indication2 years ago in Chapters
The Amazing Life of a Depressed Girl
Chapter 24: The mountain That's the thing about it: I always knew I wasn't meant to lead a boring life, that I wouldn't be able to accept it. And all these things I've done and accomplished so far prove it, but it still all seems like what I need is at an arm's reach. Like if I can just get to the next thing, I'll feel like I've done something.
By Marissa Elizabeth2 years ago in Chapters
Wildflowers & A Broken Vase
All alone walking down the street, heading towards my home, I glanced over my shoulder to have a look at the enchanting flower shop around the corner. I never had the time to visit inside because I always have a lot on my plate, so I always stand outside this shop for a couple minutes and admire the beauty of these flowers. My favorite one of these are the lilac colored ones. Yeah I am unaware of their name but they are so beautiful that they always catch my eyes.
By Eqra Rasheed2 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
Strollwood Sprouts: A True Tale of Walking Trees
*Chapter 1: The Whispers of the Forest* In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, a remarkable phenomenon lay hidden from the world. Here, among the towering trees and dappled sunlight, existed a magical realm known as "Strollwood Sprout." Locals whispered about it, attributing strange happenings to the enchanted trees that seemed to come to life. But the true story behind the walking trees was yet to be revealed.
By Esse Naeemah Ali2 years ago in Chapters
