Memoir

The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters
🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
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🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
The Day Confidence Didn't Show Up
By [zakria shah] *** The alarm blared, a shrill command to rise and face the day. But today, the command felt more like a threat. It was the day of the presentation, the culmination of weeks of research, late nights, and copious amounts of coffee. And for the first time in a long time, Confidence had gone AWOL.
By Zakriashah7 months ago in Chapters
THE POWER OF BECOMING
My junior school years were a stretch of lessons that went far beyond the classroom. From Form 1 through Form 3, I balanced growing up in a noisy new village, adjusting to a fuller household, and rising through the ranks at school. I was always a confident student, smart, outspoken, and constantly in the top 10. I led morning assembly songs, served as a class monitress, and kept my head held high even when others tried to dim my light. I faced bullying for my big lips, and though it hurt, I stood up for myself –sometimes with words, sometimes with fists. My mother never heard of those fights; they stayed between me and the battleground that was school. Junior school shaped me in ways no textbook ever could.
By Gundo March 7 months ago in Chapters
THE POWER OF BECOMING
In 2010, everything changed. I had just completed Standard 7 at the end of 2009 and was leaving Kanngwe, a place where I had stayed for my primary education–to move to Mmathethe, my true home village. While Kanngwe had shaped me deeply, this was a return to my roots. But it wasn’t just about location. It was a new phase of life: new home, new school, new environment ,and a different kind of rhythm.
By Gundo March 7 months ago in Chapters
THE POWER OF BECOMING
Even as a child, I carried something ,a quiet, pulsing sense that I was meant for something more. Not more in the worldly sense, but more in spirit. More depth. More meaning. More purpose. I didn’t know what to call it at the time, but I could feel it deep inside me, like a hidden seed waiting for its moment to bloom.
By Gundo March 7 months ago in Chapters
dear god… (3*)
Dear God, Thank you for gifting me a day of ease and pleasure with my new friend. I ask that you stay close to her over the coming weeks. She is standing at a crossroads between the darkness and you, and I want so much for her to choose you — to choose herself, her self-worth. She has such a big test in front of her, so much pain masked beneath many addictions, and I wish so deeply that she chooses the path to overcome them.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨7 months ago in Chapters
When Her Laugh Echoed Down the Hall
There’s a certain sound that never leaves a house. It’s not the creak of an old floorboard or the soft hum of the refrigerator. It’s laughter. Specifically, her laughter.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Chapters
Longing for a Hug in a Dream
So, what’s left? Please, answer me. What remains after all of this, Is it just a fading picture of you? I long for an answer I can bear,
By Arjiris8 months ago in Chapters
Technology, society, and me
Chapter I When it all started This is not expected to be anything deep, profound, or anything like it. Since I usually write about technology news and try to add some sarcasm to make the reading a little bit lighter, today I decided to simply let my thoughts out in whatever order they choose and in any way they decide. I am writing this not as a draft but as my final unedited piece, because that’s how it’s intended to be. I will let this be a stream of consciousness and see where it leads me.
By Susan Fourtané 8 months ago in Chapters
This Is Not a Love Story
This is not a love story. It doesn’t begin with roses or whispered promises. There’s no hand-holding under moonlight, no fairytale ending. This is a story of a girl who forgot how to breathe, and learned again without anyone noticing. This is about the kind of healing that doesn’t look beautiful — the kind that’s silent, raw, and lonely.
By Nazim Ali8 months ago in Chapters