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She loves you in her own way is what they like to say. Content Warning.
Uncle Adam dropped us off in the city centre on his way to work. We emerged near the Wawel Hill, ready to climb the steep path to the castle. It was hot already despite the early hour, even in the shaded parts close to the stone walls towering over the path. Mother was keen on seeing as much as possible: the State Rooms, the Crown Treasury, the Cathedral. I thought that the crown jewels looked surprisingly garish and felt out of breath in narrow and gloomy royal crypts beneath the floor of the Cathedral. Their cold was a welcome respite from the heat though.
By Katarzyna Popiel2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter of memoir
My first friends name was Leo. I can sort of remember what he looks like, but sometimes I get confused if he had red or black hair. He wasn’t real. My second friend was named Sarah, she was older than me and I too, sometimes get confused about her hair color. She wasn’t real either. My first best friends name is A. She was born to our parents when I was 15 months old. I slept beside her crib a lot after our parents put us to bed. I never liked sleeping alone, I have nightmares. My mom would come check on us in the middle of the night and sometimes take me back to my own bed. I have small memory of her telling me I shouldn’t sleep on the floor. Currently though, on this date, my mattress lies on the floor without a frame. I’m too good at listening to rules, so I let our first family dog, Oko sleep beside her crib. When she was older and got a bed, I’d sometimes sleep on the floor beside that. A loved stuffies, hundreds off stuffed animals, most (if not all) with names. I had a few, I had a bumble bee I once threw out of the car window while my mom was driving, she pulled over and went and got it for me. I think I might still have it, I can’t remember. I also had Button Nose, a tiny small teddy bear who once got his nose ripped off my one of my cousins. Someone sewed it back on for me. I had Moose, a creative name for a small stuffed moose that my uncle ky, who now watches over me. I also had Red, a red teddy bear that was well made and wears a scarf. When I bought my first home in Southern, AB, I had so much joy from my friends little girl who was really drawn to Red; she carried her around all day during a visit and it bought me so much love to my heart. One night, our mother had no patience for mine and A's shenanigans, but she must have heard us giggling or something, because she came into Adoncias room to check on us. We heard her coming from upstairs, and I jumped into the strategically piled stuffies, and I hid as I watched my mom come in and do a double take. She went back upstairs, or maybe into my room where I would hide pillows in my bed in hopes of tricking her that I was in my own bed. Me and A found so much laughter and power in that moment. I still sleep better with someone else in bed with me.
By DESTINEE FREEDOM2 years ago in Chapters
Bullied into Submission
When I realised I was the victim of subtle bullying, I was over forty, divorced and raising two boys without any financial assistance from their father. I wasn't too sure what to do or who to turn to. The belief I was one of life's failures was firmly entrenched.
By Diana K Robinson2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 3: The Third Day - Abyss of Solitude
The third day unfolded, and I awoke to an entirely surreal and chilling reality. I found myself confined within the belly of an enormous submarine—an immense, metallic leviathan that seemed to teeter on the brink of ruin. It was a stark departure from the dense forest that had been my recent refuge, and it sent tremors of disorientation through my very core.
By Faron Hetharie2 years ago in Chapters
Violent
It was a sea of red inside his head. Only anger was left to him. Nothing appeased him. Nobody could get to him. He hated it all. This way of living wasn’t for him. There was no use for men like him. No use for somebody that can break and hurt. They wanted innovators, followers, and thinkers. He was nothing but a jumble of pain, power, speed, and violence. His heart burned with a fury; a fury that came to him unbidden. He did not push it away. He liked the way it felt. The way it made his hands tingle and tighten into fists. The way his feet dance and patted on the ground. The way his body tensed up like an animal ready to pounce.
By Francisco Reyes2 years ago in Chapters
Save One Bullet
My mind was wandering and I was thinking about the upcoming evening with Rick, when one of my students barfed all over her dress and the floor, causing the child next to her to gag and vomit also. Janitor time. I had to call the office and herd the class out of the room until it was cleaned up.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Why Write?
For as long as I can remember my fingers have itched to put words on paper. I have drawers teeming with notebooks filled with half-formed stories and characters who exist only in my imagination. Ever since the third grade when I wrote my first epic story, The Toilet Zone, about aliens who invade a house through a magical conduit in the sewers, I have wanted to be an author. I have literally spent hundreds of hours twisting words into fantasy worlds over the past four decades of my life. Four decades of clinging to a dream and what do I have to show for it? A callus on my right middle finger the size of Nebraska, a mild case of carpal tunnel syndrome, and enough disappointment to fill the ocean. In an attempt to reinvigorate my passion for writing I began entering short stories to challenges on Vocal ten months ago. A dozen stories in and I've had one like, one positive comment, eleven total reads, and earned a whopping $0.08. So now, I ask myself, why haven't I had any success yet and why do I keep chasing this dream?
By A. J. Schoenfeld2 years ago in Chapters
The Evolution of Automatic Coffee Machines: From Drip to Espresso
Coffee enthusiasts have long cherished their morning ritual of brewing the perfect cup of joe. But as technology advances, the art of coffee making has seen a revolution, particularly with the rise of automatic coffee machines. In this article, we'll explore the journey of these machines, from the humble drip brewer to the sophisticated espresso maker, with a nod to the innovation shared by cigarette making machines.
By johnwillson2 years ago in Chapters
Demons and Angels
As the battle for the soul of Sister Gwendolyn continued to rage, the All Mother looked on with concern, ire and puzzlement. Why was Lucifer so intent on disobeying her orders from the pits of Hell. Why was his demon locked in battle for a soul which she had ordained as forgiven. Yes, Gwendolyn's crime had been horrendous, but had she not atoned and done some good works for many years. Forgiveness was a luxury that only the All Mother could grant.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Chapters
