Autobiography
Drew, unspoken love
October 30th, 2022 Drew, It’s been 5 days since I ate. That means it’s been five days since you left me. Your heart went into a cardiac arrest, whatever that is, and it stopped. You stopped breathing too and your life ended in that moment. What you probably didn’t realize would happen, is my life ending as well. Actually, that would have been much easier- if I just died with you. Instead, you left me heartbroken and terrified of my life without you. I didn’t die that day, but my life ended.
By Martyna Dearing2 years ago in Chapters
A Month on Skid Row
In February 1972, I was in the fourth year towards a Commerce degree at McGill University in Montreal. I was struggling and my grades were poor (involvement with campus politics had become a huge distraction), so when my friend Tony asked if I wanted to take time off and go to California with him, I jumped at the chance. "You bet!" I cried.
By Marco den Ouden2 years ago in Chapters
Love’s Canvas: Our Story
"Can love ever suddenly burst into existence, or does it quietly mature within the heart over time? Perhaps it's akin to a crystal-clear liquid within an unfamiliar vessel, evolving its essence while its appearance remains unchanged. I'm uncertain about the alchemy of love, but someone entered my life like an unexpected storm, and I'm eager to narrate that tale"
By Noor Mohammad2 years ago in Chapters
The Siren's Call (And the breaking of My limitations)
I had never seen the Atlantic Ocean like this before. Rich blue waves crashing against rocky cliffs and arches, while small Iberian hares munched on the wild grass that rippled along the winding hills where a single paved road ventured through. My face stared inches away from the glass window, mesmerized by the scenic views surrounding the little black car I sat in. My Uber driver, Adao, sang a Portuguese song on the radio in a low mumble to himself.
By Amelia Carter 2 years ago in Chapters
The Amazing Life of a Depressed Girl
Chapter 24: The mountain That's the thing about it: I always knew I wasn't meant to lead a boring life, that I wouldn't be able to accept it. And all these things I've done and accomplished so far prove it, but it still all seems like what I need is at an arm's reach. Like if I can just get to the next thing, I'll feel like I've done something.
By Marissa Elizabeth2 years ago in Chapters
Chasing the Blood. Content Warning.
I tapped away at the keys. Tap- tap- tap… writing always cleared my head when I had something to write about. No, not when I had something to write about, but when the voices in my head became so loud, they demanded to be heard. Something to deal with, letting the white of the paper lend ear to insanity. It helped me avoid my addiction or at least it prolonged the inevitable.
By Maili Paul2 years ago in Chapters
The Middle Years
Freedom of young adulthood was nice to get out of the world of high school. It was a new world that was better than the next. It was finally a break from my two different high schools. I was not the smartest, but I gave it the best I could, and my local community college gave me a full-ride scholarship despite my ACT and SAT scores. By the way, they were the most terrible to ever see. I could be a better test taker despite my good grades. It was close with less gas money.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Chapters
How I knew I wanted to be a writer.
All my life, I have always wanted to be a writer,I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t own a diary.Most day’s writing down my thoughts was the only thing that kept me sane.I liked the idea that you could reach a lot of people with your words,give people a chance to escape , give people hope ,make them laugh and make them love even make them cry.
By Aubrey james2 years ago in Chapters
