Memoir
Gentle Stories of Discovery: Chapter 1 - The Invitation
THE INVITATION It perched on the mantelpiece, aloof, self-assured, and provocative. A seemingly harmless rectangle of card bearing its messages in sophisticated font and branding colours. Yet I felt the thud of my heart each time I glanced in its direction. Too ashamed to respond, yet too frightened not to, I allowed the entire business of the invitation to consume me.
Teresa RentonPublished 9 months ago in ChaptersChapter 7
Chapter 7: Embracing the Unknown The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the rolling hills of my childhood home. It was in this idyllic setting that I found myself at a crossroads, standing on the threshold of a new beginning. The decision I was about to make would shape the course of my life, and with a mix of excitement and trepidation, I took a deep breath and stepped forward.
shallon gregersonPublished 9 months ago in ChaptersRunning Up the Down Escalator
It was the spring of 1988. The First Assembly of God youth group I went to was attending a Bible Quiz in Dallas, Texas. My stepmom was one of the chaperones for the group, so she required me to participate on the Quiz team. Seeing as we traveled to other churches and saw beautiful scenery from our church van’s windows, I didn't mind.
Mother CombsPublished 9 months ago in ChaptersChapter: Self-love
I feel like today's chapter is to get something off my chest and to release the build-up in my system. You see, there has been a lump in my throat for a while now. I knew it had something to do with expression, but I just didn’t know what to express until now, and it was love. I’ve always been a person who has an infinite amount of love for everyone and everything. I just kept it in for so long because how do you express something that is infinite? How do I express something that I've experienced a little of but have so much of? Let me tell you how. It starts with gratitude.
The Reunion
If I could relive the past I would not have gone to my highschool reunion. I had no desire to go. The past was the past not my future. When Alison called and invited me I found myself saying yes. It was fun to see her, and find out how her life had developed. The gathering went pretty much as I had anticipated. I talked about politics and other classmates lifes. It was a polite affair. We went into the cafeteria to listen to the speaker. Then my heart stopped. There sat the boy who had broken my heart during my tenth grade year. I instantly felt the same attraction. I know it should have been one strike you're out. I should have accepted the fact that he did not feel the same way. When everyone left he stayed at his table. I got the idea that he wanted to talk with me, but disappeared for three minutes to the bathroom. When I came out he was gone. I usually would not have gone to the party,but I figured he would be there. I became a social butterfly greeting everybody who entered the house. I was hoping that he would walk in the door and I would greet him, but he did not enter. Some of my highschool friends were actually there. Alison and I went out into the backyard. I was talking about how I wanted a house with a yard like that one. I was even talking about having children playing in the backyard. I wa on cloud nine but he never showed up at the party. His friends were asking about him. Claire the girl in highschool who he had dated instead of me seemed confused that he wouldn't come. She had been one of the popular girls . She was now married with kids. Not looking for a husband. Guys in highschool always preferred the popular girls, or those who would give it up.
Antoinette L BreyPublished 9 months ago in Chapters- Top Story - August 2023
Sunrise
I remember that day like it was yesterday. That sunrise changed me to my core and I would never listen to the Beatles song, “Here Comes the Sun”, in the same way again.
Gerald HolmesPublished 9 months ago in Chapters - Top Story - August 2023
What They Don't Tell You About Being The Creative One
What they don’t tell you about being “The Creative One” is that everything you do is a copy of someone else. Your notebook is filled with snowflakes in bright pink, purple, and blue. Ever since you saw Frozen, it’s all you think about. Your pen draws each stroke like an ice skater glides across the rink. The geometric shapes and straight lines are soothing to draw, and it is more entertaining than listening to dry lectures. When you’re not drawing snowflakes, you’re writing Sherlock Holmes fiction. As you sit and listen to Dr. Davis drone on and on about something completely unrelated to Child Psychology, young John and Sherlock are adventuring through the streets of London with the newest addition to their team, a bloodhound pup named Toby.
Sarah MasseyPublished 9 months ago in Chapters Memoirs Of The In-Between Chapter 1
Chapter 1 The sorrowful part of my tale started on my ninth birthday. In my family, upon reaching that age, it was time to prove our worth by making our first kill. I had spent those years already training, making my young body strong, my will unyielding, and fine tuning my reflexes so I was more agile than a cat. My mark was not a victim of Suiko, but one of our own. We were also paid mercenaries, so it was not just the Empress who hired us on. We also had a few rivals of our own. I was given a relatively easy task for my first job. It was the eldest son of a rival clan, older than I was by several years. It was simple, and I completed the job in under an hour – something my family had been most impressed with. It went exactly as planned: Infiltrate the grounds, hide in the tree, and shoot the lethal blow dart. My aim was flawless. I remember that it was a night with no moon, and even the stars refused to shine.
Hope MartinPublished 9 months ago in ChaptersWhat are the top ways to get very rich fast ?
I understand that the desire for financial success and wealth is a common aspiration, but it's important to approach this topic with a realistic and ethical perspective. While there might be various strategies that promise quick riches, the journey to financial success typically requires careful planning, hard work, dedication, and ethical decision-making. It's crucial to be wary of get-rich-quick schemes that could potentially lead to financial loss or legal issues. With that in mind, let's explore some legitimate avenues to achieve financial success and build wealth over time.
Word WeaverPublished 10 months ago in ChaptersThe Science and Significance of Crying When Sad: Unraveling the Emotional, Social, and Biological Dimensions.
Crying is a complex physiological and emotional response that serves as a natural outlet for expressing a wide range of emotions, including sadness. While the exact reasons behind crying when we are sad are not fully understood, researchers have proposed several theories that shed light on this phenomenon. Crying is a uniquely human behavior, and its origins can be traced back to our evolutionary history and the intricate interplay between biology, psychology, and social communication.
Word WeaverPublished 10 months ago in ChaptersThe Cosmic Mosaic: Unraveling the Composition and Enigmas of the Universe
It seems like you're asking about the concept of the universe and its composition. The universe is an incredibly vast and complex entity that encompasses all of existence, including galaxies, stars, planets, and everything in between. Understanding the composition of the universe involves delving into the realms of astronomy, astrophysics, and cosmology. Let's explore this topic in detail.
Word WeaverPublished 10 months ago in ChaptersThe Life of a Jewish Stripper
First let me say I have a great respect for strippers and sex workers of any type and not just because I was one. It is not an easy job. They put up with a lot of shit and most of them are great women who as the cliché goes have a heart of gold. To be honest I miss it every day of my life. I miss the money, the attention, the feeling of power over men and the comradery with the other women. It is not as a glamorous a job as it may seem. I thought it was something I would never want to do with the rest of my life but if I was twenty-five or thirty forever I probably would do it if not forever then as long as possible. Perhaps I am romancing the past, because when I was in it at the end all I wanted was to get out. I only wish I had saved as much money as I could instead of wasting it on my ex-husband's drug habit.
Alla KaplanPublished 10 months ago in Chapters