Nonfiction

Cow tales: Story of Bonzy
Cows make the best pets, an unconventional notion, but one that rings profoundly true. Their noble disposition, gentle giants with a touch of majesty yet grounded humility, they are simply the best companions, if you can overlook their enormous size.
By Temjenungla Imchen3 years ago in Chapters
The Sand Pit
I can’t possibly write about my life without mentioning the sand pit. Across the white sandy road I grew up on, there was a vast field of weeds we called the "Great Waste". Tall clusters of yellow and green weeds swayed in the summer sun for as far as the eye could see. On the other side was another road; one with sparkling beach-white sand, leading down to a sand pit.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Chapters
The Ultimate Prank
Many years ago, when I was a girl of 18, I pulled one of the best pranks ever on my older brother, Ed. It turned out to be the ultimate sibling prank, only because of events that happened earlier in the night that, at the time, I was completely unaware of.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Chapters
Warm Beers
A streak of sunlight hits the windshield, so hot and bright I find myself in a headachy dream state that drags my concentration away. The white sunlight reminds me of the ‘jetty days’, age 14 through to 17. Every summer afternoon all five of us boys would go down there, eager to seem fearless as we drank shitty warm beers and backflipped off the railings. We would stand, sprawled against the thick wooden sun-bleached beams and attempt to pull the older girls from the college. They didn’t pay much attention to us. Back then, none of us had jobs, it was the end of year ten, our first summer without school, we were keen to not let anyone take away our newfound freedom. None of us wanted to continue with school, it just didn’t suit us.
By Bea3 years ago in Chapters
Emily
Emily was a much-wanted child, born 9 months and 4 days after our wedding day. Starting out as a problem child, she poked her fingers through the sack and sent me into an early labor that would unfortunately be less than successful. She was now to be born through a pitocin fueled delivery on Thursday, January 12, 1984. Well, that didn’t work so onto a C-section on Friday, January 13, 1984. Note the date please.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 years ago in Chapters
From Darkness to Self-Love: A Journey Through Heartbreak and Self-Discovery (Part 2)
(The following is another chapter from my memoir in which I describe my relationship with my mother. TW: Mentions of abuse and narcissism. Reader discretion is advised.)
By Eva A. Schellinger3 years ago in Chapters
That Night
The Prompt Write a chapter from the middle of your memoir. Read more about it here The music for you to listen to is "Police Car" by Larry Wallis
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Chapters
Unveiling the Truth ~ Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1 One Night My plane landed at Cleveland Hopkins Airport around one o’ clock in the morning. I was nervous all day because again I had to leave my home to fix the mistakes of others. I think that was when I washed my hands of all the experiences that led me to my biological family.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Chapters
Aging - Chapter I: Moving Home
My husband's aunt died when she was 103. She had dementia in her late 90s sometime. She would talk about wanting to go home so she could be with her family and friends that have gone ahead of her.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Chapters
Dance Like No One's Watching
I recently listened to this song and was inspired to participate in the third entry of James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Chapters
Phantom Shift-Introduction
Sitting in a dark room, a woman approaches from “The Group”. They have an offer for you. A simple job for one of The Activity’s best agents. A simple task for a man of your talents. Retrieve Doctor Cardoso’s journal and a copy of the Empire's world-dominating devices, and relieve the United States from their dominance.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Chapters
The Dark Before the Dawn
It was darkness. I was lost. Wandering through my life just existing, instead of living. Therapy had helped after the abuse of my ex-husband, but really it had only helped me cope with the dark thoughts that had manifested from the things he made me believe for years.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Chapters