Memoir
Footprints in the Slurry. Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge. Top Story - September 2023.
I met Mario out dancing at a nightclub in Pleasure Island, Downtown Disney, on the last night of a vacation with my cousin, Cathy. He told me his name, but it got lost in the reggaeton, and I didn’t hear it again until a couple of hours later when we exchanged phone numbers. Since then, I’ve only ever said it out loud seven times.
By Nicky Frankly2 years ago in Chapters
Double Jeopardy in Tokyo
On a sweltering hot afternoon in the summer of 2002, in an air conditioned conference room high in a Tokyo office tower, I sat opposite a team of Japanese SEC officials. They were steadily raising their voices, now almost shouting, accusing me of insider trading. The man in the middle, a mid-aged man with thick swept back hair, named Okada-san, peppered me with questions and accusations, while his two colleagues sat expressionless, studying my every movement. They wore the dark blue suits, white shirts, and pressed ties that were the standard uniform of Japanese government bureaucrats. I was an outsider.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 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
Emily’s Inspiring
AI Content Once upon a time in a quaint little town nestled between rolling hills and a glistening river, there lived a young woman named Emily. She was known far and wide for her boundless optimism and unwavering belief in the goodness of people and the world.
By James Indication2 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
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
Double Jeopardy in Tokyo
On a sweltering hot afternoon in the summer of 2002, in an air conditioned conference room high in a Tokyo office tower, I sat opposite a team of Japanese SEC officials. They were steadily raising their voices, now almost shouting, accusing me of insider trading. The man in the middle, a mid-aged man with thick swept back hair, named Okada-san, peppered me with questions and accusations, while his two colleagues sat expressionless, studying my every movement. They wore the dark blue suits, white shirts, and pressed ties that were the standard uniform of Japanese government bureaucrats. I was an outsider.
By Scott Christenson🌴2 years ago in Chapters
