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A Widow's Walk
When I was 42, my first husband died. At that point, I had been with him for half my life. I met him at 18 when I was still living with my family; we married. So, I had never lived alone.
Lynn JordanPublished 3 days ago in ChaptersBridge Between
I had dumped him a week before; this call wasn't what I expected. He was gone. He overdosed on heroin, leaving behind his family and a letter.
Jazzy GonçalvesPublished 5 days ago in ChaptersSelf-Liberation: An Intense Experience
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.
Marco den OudenPublished 5 days ago in ChaptersEnd of Chapter. No Epilogue Included.
And then I dropped out. After all of that- the tears, the all-nighters, the highs, the lows- I finally made it, and then I left. Even writing about it now, knowing that it all works out in the end, squeezes my heart like nothing else. It’s funny how life is: unpredictable despite your planning and painful despite your hope.
Footprints in the Slurry
I met Mario out dancing at a nightclub in Pleasure Island, Downtown Disney, on the last night of a vacation with my cousin, Cathy. He told me his name, but it got lost in the reggaeton, and I didn’t hear it again until a couple of hours later when we exchanged phone numbers. Since then, I’ve only ever said it out loud seven times.
Nicky FranklyPublished 5 days ago in Chapters
Therapy's house
I have written this ten times, deleted, restarted and began again eleven times. It will never become what I want it to be. A story of a willful, head strong, clueless, independent, curious person who loved books, reading and awkward writing more than anything else. I wanted to lock myself away and read books for the rest of my life. But very much so very unfortunately, one has to do the required status quo and do life.
Novel AllenPublished 10 days ago in Chapters
A Lier and it's Slayer
Life is full of surprises Adrenaline rises Excitement Prominent Another way of torment But at the moment My thoughts as I meant
Chacha JaramilloPublished 13 days ago in Chapters
Under the Florida Sun
Chapter One: Leaving Journal entry 1, June 23, 2014 A long time ago someone, history remembers as unknown said. "Under the Florida sun is the best place to be." I think they were right. Because there's no place, I'd rather be than sitting on the shores of Grasshopper Lake with my toes dancing in warm grains of sugar sand feeling lake water run up along my feet and around my ankles while I look for gators breaking the surface of ripples out beyond my eyes.
The Invisible WriterPublished 17 days ago in Chapters
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SPIRIT OF SOUND MIND
Once upon a time in a small coastal village, there lived a man named Elias. He was known far and wide for his extraordinary gift - an unparalleled ability to create beautiful music from the most unexpected sources. Elias wasn't a musician by profession; he was a fisherman, making his living from the sea. Yet, his true passion was not found in the depths of the ocean, but in the sounds of the world around him.
Shalom GumboPublished 39 minutes ago in ChaptersChapter 4: The Fourth Day - A Descent into Madness
As the fourth day dawned, I found myself in a place that defied reason—a desolate, frozen wasteland that stretched to infinity in every direction. The biting cold of the Arctic enveloped me, and I could see nothing but endless expanses of ice and snow. The overwhelming isolation of this frigid wilderness sent chills down my spine, and I was consumed by a palpable sense of despair.
Faron HethariePublished about 6 hours ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel
Chapter Four The First Season of Sak Life Imani had received a text in the car as the episode began streaming live nationwide. Already 10.2 million viewers were tuned in and waiting to see what this new reality TV show was about.
Terence KingPublished about 19 hours ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel
Chapter Six Throwing Rosebuds at the Throne’s feet You never miss what isn't earned or bought off the lot for you. So, when I rolled into my oblong entryway, I knew I was filling the driveway with (my cars). Ms. Money was in for the flush of her life. My family wouldn't believe all this balling was cleared or taxable, but Throned's famous posse realized this was the home of addictive stunting. And still, the grilling was coming. I did shit for them out of love; I just liked the hustle this came with whatever the T.V. viewers tuned in to; they loved looking at like deleted scenes of a twisted joyride. Mainly because "Throned" was successful and uncouth, like diving into the fabulous life of a black Duke of Ellington.
Terence KingPublished about 19 hours ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel
Chapter Five Everyone wants their hands in the Sack Biscayne Bay, Florida. Mandarin Oriental Hotel, 1:37 pm.
Terence KingPublished about 19 hours ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel
Chapter Seven Producing the Love for The Longevity Imani made a heady exit with her new fiancé. Tilting her head, she cupped her hand under her punkish bang like a visor as she strode down the block, clasping Kareem's top while the fans ambushed them about their engagement. Kareem wasn't so amicable when he was inebriated. Imani's pixie furrowed back with her left hand was the perfect trinket shot of his four-carat birthstone; the image signaled Hollywood would take him off the shelf. She delivered the goods for social snaps and blogs and grinned along the way to their Bentley. Ronnie, the driver, awaited the passenger door opened and was enveloped with spewing fans as he ushered Kareem in, then Imani, who ditched the street and cattily waved as she slid in the back.
Terence KingPublished about 19 hours ago in Chapters
“Script Money” Part Two
Chapter Eight Reaping views too deep to write off Lining up the Breakdown, 5:07 am. I'm up before Imani's yoga session and strolling through the house with my hustler's ambitious scowl. This morning I'm in $1,100 pants, one of my four vintage Jordan III sneakers, and a grey "Sak Life" sweater in the kitchen Lucky is near the Family Hub sorting out cooking arrangements for breakfast. "Morning."
Terence KingPublished about 19 hours ago in Chapters
“Script Money” The Novel
Chapter Thirteen When it’s time to pull up on Ms. Fines Knock! Knock! "Anyone who knocks likes that better be clean." Melissa Cardona says, behind her desk, poring over a warrant sent for one of her parolees. It was a first-degree murder that strained the equine bridge beneath her black specs. She liked the twenty-two-year-old Black man and twiddled a pen between her fingers as she scanned the incident report in disappointment. Was she wondering how he could do something so stupid? So cruel?
Terence KingPublished about 19 hours ago in Chapters
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