Autobiography

The Silent Mysterious Wife
In the quiet suburbs of Chicago, where winter pressed its pale hands against frosted windows and the lake wind carried secrets through narrow streets, lived a woman named Hannah Rowe. The neighbors knew her as polite, composed, and distant. She baked lemon cakes for charity drives, sent handwritten thank-you notes, and waved gently from behind her white picket fence.
By Ibrahim Shah 5 months ago in Chapters
Today’s World War Affairs
Today’s World War Affairs The modern world is facing increasing political tension, military conflicts, and international disputes. Many people fear that today’s growing conflicts could eventually lead to another world war. Countries are competing for power, resources, technology, and influence, while wars and regional tensions continue to spread in different parts of the world. Although the world has experienced two devastating world wars in the past, humanity still struggles to maintain lasting peace.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Chapters
Lovers In The Battlefield
“Lovers in the Battlefield” Introduction The courage to love is a beautiful thing, but the courage to be loved is another. This story is based on true events and is factual.
By Charelle Landers6 months ago in Chapters
The Third World War
The Third World War The idea of a Third World War is one of the most frightening subjects in modern history and politics. After the destruction caused by the First and Second World Wars, humanity hoped that such global conflicts would never happen again. However, rising political tensions, military competition, cyber warfare, terrorism, and disputes between powerful nations continue to create fear around the world. Many people wonder whether a third world war could happen in the future and what its consequences would be for humanity.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Chapters
Living a historic, National Geographic life.
I have led a wonderful life. I was born into the British empire, (the biggest, most powerful and influential empire in the world), in the most fabulous country in Africa (Southern Rhodesia) the gem of Africa. I lived in KwaZuluNatal, South Africa, on the South Coast, from Durban, Amanzimtoti to Port Shepstone and St. Michaels, surfed, life guarded, experienced Apartheid, sailed the seas on a giant container ship as a trainee deck officer, fought in a proxy war against the Soviet Union and China during the Rhodesian bush war or civil war, lived amongst National Geographic tribes like the Zulu,
By Guy lynn6 months ago in Chapters
Producing Isn’t About Money - It’s About Decisions | Andreas Szakacs
Everyone thinks producing is about money — until one decision changes everything. As Andreas Szakacs explains, producing isn’t defined by budgets or financing. Those are just tools. The real work happens in the choices made behind the scenes — the ones that determine whether a film moves forward or quietly falls apart.
By Andreas szakacs6 months ago in Chapters
Iran’s “Mysterious Weapon” Warning as Trump Weighs New Attack
Iran’s “Mysterious Weapon” Warning as Trump Weighs New Attack Tensions between Iran and the United States are rising once again after Iranian officials claimed they possess a “mysterious weapon” capable of shocking America and its allies, while former U.S. President Donald Trump reportedly considers fresh military action against Tehran.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Chapters
Andreas Szakacs: Producing Isn’t About Money - It’s About Decisions
In today’s film and media landscape, producing is often reduced to budgets, financing, and numbers on a spreadsheet. But that definition misses the point.
By Andreas szakacs6 months ago in Chapters
HEATED Debate in US Congress Over Iran War
HEATED Debate in US Congress Over Iran War A fierce and emotional debate has erupted inside the United States Congress over America’s growing involvement in the Iran war. As the conflict enters another dangerous phase, lawmakers from both major political parties are deeply divided over whether the war is justified, how much it is costing, and who should have the authority to continue military operations.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Chapters
When "I Give Up" is No Longer Enough
How Writing Brought Me Back to Life I didn’t just survive. I rewrote myself – one sentence at a time. --- There was a moment in my life when everything collapsed. My legs stopped working the way they used to, my body betrayed me, and the world tilted sideways. A stroke doesn’t ask permission. It just arrives, uninvited, and rearranges your entire life in one brutal instant.
By Rene Volpi 6 months ago in Chapters
Every Midnight, Someone Disappears (Chapter 1)
At 11:58 PM, the city still pretended to be normal. Lights flickered in apartment windows. Distant traffic hummed like nothing unusual was happening. People laughed behind closed doors, cooked late dinners, watched unfinished shows they promised themselves they would finish tomorrow.
By Mariana Farias6 months ago in Chapters
I Tried to Forget You, But I Couldn’t
I Tried to Forget You, But I Couldn’t BY: Ubaid The first time I decided to forget you, it was raining. Not the gentle kind of rain that whispers against the window, but the heavy kind—the kind that feels like the sky itself is breaking apart. I remember standing by the glass, watching droplets race each other down, thinking how easy it would be if memories could do the same—just slide away, disappear, and leave nothing behind. But memories don’t work like that. Not yours. You were everywhere. In the quiet pauses between songs. In the way the wind brushed past my face. In the smell of coffee that reminded me of those late evenings we spent talking about everything and nothing at the same time. I tried to erase you, to push you out of my mind like deleting a file, but you weren’t just a memory—you were a feeling. And feelings don’t delete easily. I told myself I was strong enough. I started with the small things. I stopped visiting the places we used to go. I avoided the park bench where we once sat for hours, laughing at things that probably weren’t even funny. I changed my playlist, removed every song that carried even a hint of you. I even forced myself to smile more, as if pretending to be okay would somehow make it true. But every attempt felt like trying to hold water in my hands. No matter how tightly I held on, it slipped through my fingers. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. People said time heals everything. I wanted to believe them. I really did. But time didn’t heal—it only taught me how to hide the pain better. I became good at it, too. I laughed at the right moments, said the right things, played the role everyone expected me to play. No one noticed the emptiness. Except me. Late at night, when the world grew quiet and distractions faded away, that’s when you came back the strongest. Not as a face I could see, but as a presence I could feel. It was in those moments I realized something I had been avoiding all along— I wasn’t trying to forget you. I was trying to forget how you made me feel. And that was the problem. Because it wasn’t just about you. It was about the version of me that existed when you were around. The happier version. The lighter version. The version that believed in things like forever and always. Losing you didn’t just mean losing someone I cared about. It meant losing a part of myself. I remember the day it truly hit me. I was walking down a crowded street, surrounded by people rushing to their destinations, when suddenly, everything felt… distant. Like I didn’t belong there. Like I was watching life happen instead of actually living it. And then, without warning, I heard someone laugh. It wasn’t you. It didn’t even sound like you. But it reminded me of you. And just like that, all the walls I had built came crashing down. I stopped in the middle of the street, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions I thought I had buried. That’s when I realized something I had been too afraid to admit— Forgetting you was never the answer. Because you weren’t just a mistake to erase or a chapter to skip. You were a part of my story. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t rewrite that. So I stopped trying. Instead of running from the memories, I started facing them. I allowed myself to remember without guilt, without anger. I let the sadness come, but I didn’t let it consume me. Slowly, something changed. The memories didn’t hurt as much. They became softer, quieter—like echoes instead of storms. I began to understand that holding on didn’t mean I was stuck. It just meant I had loved deeply. And maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t something to be ashamed of. I still think about you sometimes. Not in the way I used to—not with that heavy ache in my chest, but with a quiet acceptance. You’re a memory now, not a wound. And maybe that’s what healing really looks like. Not forgetting. But remembering without breaking. I tried to forget you, but I couldn’t. And in the end, I realized… I didn’t need to.
By Ubaid 6 months ago in Chapters