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Most recently published stories in Chapters.

Curse of creativity
Throughout history, there’s a long list of eminent creative achievers in all fields who’ve suffered from depression. Winston Churchill famously described his darker times as his “Black Dog.” Charles Dickens and Robin Williams struggled with clinical depression. So did Picasso, Beethoven and Virginia Woolf.
By k eleanor2 years ago in Chapters
Strange Meetings With Birthday Greetings
It was a stunningly beautiful Autumn day, the azure blue sky acting like a blank canvas on which nature had decided to paint a masterpiece full of vibrant natural colors. A mosaic, leaf-confetti-littered pathway led off to a vanishing point far off in the distance. On both sides, lines of skeleton trees, shedding their summer foliage, stood like sentinels guarding the pathway to heaven. To each side, mid-life evergreens acted as a natural bulwark to protect the open parkland behind.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Chapters
Unexpected Café Romance
Start writing...Introduction This romance story is all about Unexpected Café Romance of Lily and Noah. Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting As the rain poured down, Lily dashed into a cozy café to escape the downpour. She found solace in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the warm ambiance of the place. Little did she know, her life was about to take an unexpected turn.
By Muhammed Yakub2 years ago in Chapters
Memories and Nostalgia
The rain tapped gently on the windowpane, casting a melancholic rhythm that matched Lily's mood. Sitting alone in her dimly lit apartment, she stared at the old photograph in her hand. It was a picture of her and Ethan, smiling at a beach, their eyes filled with the promise of a future together. But that future had shattered, leaving only memories and nostalgia in its wake.
By john kimani2 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 Bea2 years ago in Chapters
Catching the Heartbeat: A Brief look from the Center of My Diary
Life is a mind boggling embroidery woven with strings of encounters, minutes that shape our story and characterize our excursion. In the soul of praising the send off of the Parts people group, I set out on an intelligent excursion — a brief look into a critical section that lives at the core of my biography. This section, settled in my journal, epitomizes a defining moment immersed with feeling, understanding, and validness.
By Manjit@6400..2 years ago in Chapters
The Night I Lost the Hard Salami
"I don't know what to say," I blurted nervously. "I don't know what Real People do in therapy." Hearing the echoes of my words I winced. What a stupid way to start things. I only had three sessions as part of my Employee Assistance Program and here I am wasting time already. AND revealing something that I was sure made no sense and that I didn't want to talk about: my concern that I do things 'correctly', the way Real People do them. I was here to DO Therapy correctly.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Chapters
Tales From a Dad With a Whistle
So, the Italians derived a term, the title “prima donna,” in the late 17th century. It was a term used to refer to the premier, most talented opera singer in an opera company. Typically, this was a female soprano, the best of the best. From this title, two centuries later, the term “diva” was born. Diva is an Italian term for a female deity, or a “goddess”, and the implication was that these prima donnas were so talented and so popular that they were goddesses compared to other singers in the opera company. It was a supreme compliment.
By Bryan Buffkin2 years ago in Chapters
Air, Land or Sea
Scup placed the thick ribbon around my eyes and the book and candle shop — deemed unfit to insure —disappeared to blackness. I didn’t have the heart to tell him the thick cotton scratched the delicate skin around my eyes. He had prepared so thoroughly I couldn’t start his surprise with a complaint.
By Pluto Wolnosci2 years ago in Chapters
Lost Pieces
Running in the dark with excitement, love, and joy! Looking over, there he was, enjoying the night air with me. Out here, there are no worries about whom we are engaged to or what happens when we outlive them. Out here he is staring at me the way he tries his hardest to look at her and here I am just enjoying being able to speak freely.
By Emma Jane2 years ago in Chapters
Dog Eat Dog
In a world where shadows dance and secrets play, Where morals fade and alliances betray, A tale unfolds of a life unkind,
By Tesla Movement2 years ago in Chapters
1995
Midway between new born and four-score-ten. What did it mean? Born at the end of the 1950s, by a few days, I was now 35 years old. A year older than this time last year. Was I any wiser? As editor of a low-key trade magazine I guess I was at the top of my chosen profession. Reasonably good wage, treated quite well in the organisation, small team of dedicated professionals behind me. I was a married, mortgage-paying dad of two. Or at least would be that summer as we happily awaited, at the start of the year, our new arrival. A lot would change over the coming years.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Chapters