Autobiography
Time
I had two choices: Cry a bit longer and risk the whites of my eyes and puffiness around not having enough time to go back to normal, or push the feelings aside and try to focus on something else. The former would have made sense. I had about 20 minutes until my clients would arrive - 5 more minutes to cry, 5 minutes to fix my makeup and 10 minutes to put the mask back on, with its painted smile across it.
By Sabrina Rupolo2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 22.
As I lie on the warm ground, I am captivated by the paradise glistening across the dark sky. Tranquility washes over me, allowing my lungs to fill with a breath I have been longing for. There is a peace in the night I cannot seem to find anywhere else. Although these moments seem fleeting, I crave them with a fire that encapsulates my soul. It seems idiosyncratic to feel calm in the umbra of night when my days are filled with shadows lurking in places I can’t see. Preparation evades me. How do you fight shadows in the absence of light?
By Alycia Williams2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 22.
As I lie on the warm ground, I am captivated by the paradise glistening across the dark sky. Tranquility washes over me, allowing my lungs to fill with a breath I have been longing for. There is a peace in the night I cannot seem to find anywhere else. Although these moments seem fleeting, I crave them with a fire that encapsulates my soul. It seems idiosyncratic to feel calm in the umbra of night when my days are filled with shadows lurking in places I can’t see. Preparation evades me. How do you fight shadows in the absence of light?
By Alycia Williams2 years ago in Chapters
In the Middle of Our Mini-KALI YUGA
When I was younger, I went through different phases or obsessions with the mystical and occult. Lucid dreaming, or at least trying to learn how to lucid dream, was one of those phases. Of course, lucid dreaming isn't really occult or necessarily mystical or religious in nature, although it can be seen as "dream yoga."
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Chapters
Heimgang . Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
Outside of my front door and across the valley there are three castles each on their own mountain top. I'm living in an old railroad station and the train still runs in front of my house. There is a small road that connects the two closest towns. They are a kilometer in either direction. I am allowed to run all the way to the end of the dirt road where there is a giant buckeye tree. The farmer piles his hay underneath it and when I climb the very top I can almost touch the lowest branches of the tree. There are wheat fields all around my house and I am just tall enough to look over the grass. I love plucking the green and unripe seeds out of the field. They taste sweet. I have a giant backyard and my favorite spot is in the top of the cherry tree that leans just over the fence.
By Adelheid West 2 years ago in Chapters
Into the waves
Saltwater swirled around my outstretched fingers, the chill of the October brine prickling at my ashen skin. The pallid grey-green sky and the eerily calm flow of the tides signaled that a storm was coming- i'd need to batten down the hatches.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Chapters
I saved a stranger's life
It all started many years ago when I saw an email going around in my university email's feed. There was a person at my university , in my own department (although I never interacted with her) who needed either a stem cell transplant or a platelet transplant due to her blood cancer.
By Neil Marathe2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 32
I've got to get out of here. I felt the tears stinging the back of my eyes or maybe that was the smell of garbage. A house that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since he had moved in. That was three years ago, right? I did a quick calculation in my head, primarily as a distraction from the emotions coursing through my body.
By Amy J Garner2 years ago in Chapters
Chapter 13 of “The Moth & the Lighthouse: a Memoir”
I know this memoir has been a sad story so far, and you probably don’t like the protagonist very much, but I beg you to press on, Dear Reader. The monstrous cretin inhabiting these pages is about to undergo a transformation. Based on what you know so far, it’s hard to believe that anything could penetrate the shell of miserable, desperate, entitled arrogance he is encased in, I know. However, he is about to have some experiences that evidence if not a higher power, at least a sense of greater purpose, and emerge from the chrysalis a butterf…well, at least a moth, but you may find the changes as astounding as he did.
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Chapters
