Memoir

my spiritual awakening
my spiritual awakening my spiritual awakening started on my birthday 2 years after my family was homeless so around my 6th birthday.
By the good witch 2 years ago in Chapters
The Story of Dao Mo Bu Ky
Fifty years ago, a group of tomb robbers on Truong Sa dug up a set of Warring States silk books. On the damaged book, the location of a very strange ancient Warring States tomb was recorded, but these thieves Encountering strange things underground, almost everyone died. Fifty years later, the grandson of one of those grave robbers discovered this secret from the notes left by his grandfather. He and a group of expert tomb robbers went in to find treasures. But no one expected that this ancient tomb would have so many strange stories: Seven-star suspect mandarin, Green-eyed fox corpse, Nine-headed snake...Dao tomb pen is about the adventurous journey of discovering the secrets of mysterious ancient tombs by a group of master tomb robbers. The story begins with a group of diggers (grave robbers) who found a silk book, which recorded the location of a mysterious ancient tomb from the Warring States period. However, the workers encountered extremely dangerous things underground, causing almost all of them to die.
By Nguyenson2 years ago in Chapters
Wednesday in September
Walking in her shoes: Close your eyes and visualize waking up from an amputation. You have lost both legs, your dominant writing hand, and two fingers from the other fist. You are confined to a wheelchair permanently. The swelling is preventing the possibility of using prosthetics.
By Elisa Green2 years ago in Chapters
A Widow's Journey. Content Warning.
Eleanor had consistently viewed herself as a lucky lady. She had a caring spouse, two brilliant kids, and a home loaded up with warmth and giggling. Yet, one portentous day, that world broke when her better half, James, died unexpectedly from a coronary failure.
By SOUKASAM2 years ago in Chapters
How writing and becoming a creator changed my life
I was thinking naturally in the shower this morning, where we all get our best ideas, right? Well, at least I do. They pop up, and it’s always a great brilliant idea, and sometimes I remember it, and sometimes I forget it.
By sara burdick2 years ago in Chapters
A Marble Garden in China. Content Warning.
The presence of a beloved individual with whom I share an unbreakable connection makes an idyllic day for me. The setting is the embrace of nature and a serene garden. Feeling the sun's warmth on our faces while a gentle breeze cools us. The fresh air of a new season carries the fragrant aroma of blooming flowers, delighting our senses. It wasn't until my thirties that my life made that outing far better than I had ever dreamed.
By Elisa Green2 years ago in Chapters
Work-Appropriate (?) Fashion Decisions
There’s nothing like digging through the mystery boxes that live in out-of-the-way nooks to remind a person of forgotten moments. Photos, pieces of carefully folded and saved paper, business cards, name tags, and stray articles of clothing.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Chapters
Another Bleak Morning
It’s another bleak morning, one of many I have nearly become accustomed to. Despite the cozy bed I had perfectly made the night before, I find myself waking up on the couch: my neck feeling stiff from the awkward angle of my sleep, and my comforter half spilling off onto the floor from me tossing and turning at night.
By Kadence2 years ago in Chapters
35
On Tuesday, May 19, 2022, I woke up 35 years old. Technically, having been born shortly before midnight, I still had several hours of 34 ahead of me. I hit snooze one last time and sighed at the sheer existence of the new day. Another day, all the same.
By EJ Kramer2 years ago in Chapters
Truth or Consequences
(Content warning: mentions of bullying and violence) A new day dawns. As I’m sitting down to breakfast, I turn on my phone and open Facebook. I mindlessly scroll, and it’s not long until I see it. Some article about some celebrity being canceled for some transgression that happened some time ago. It’s the same thing every morning: the one-sided narrative, the half-truths, the cruel assumptions. If the article itself doesn’t get me riled up, the comments section does. It’s an endless wall of people condemning the article’s subject with death threats or other creative punishments that far outweigh the accusation itself. Or else, they condemn anyone who dares support the accused to the same.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Chapters
Road to Admittance. Content Warning.
It takes a lot for a person to admit they need help and for me, it took me to lose everything I knew to finally admit to myself that I needed help. I purposely pretended to be fine, denied others reasoning to be concerned and refused to seek help because I selfishly didn't want it. I isolated myself because deep down, I knew nobody around me would be able to understand exactly how I felt. The pain in my chest and my suppressed anger, hurt and confusion all joined up together and made my thoughts become somebody I didn't recognize and often feared. My best friends, Trinity and Briana, knew I was getting worse every time the school bell rang and I had to make my way back home. They knew I had finally given up fighting my depression for my sexual abuse and my mother’s neglect; 5 years was too long to keep trying after the 9 years of abuse. And unfortunately there wasn't much they could do when they looked into my eyes and didn't see the real me anymore as I told them “ I’m okay guys. I’m used to it. Go home, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Reluctantly, we would turn away from each other and walk away and I knew they knew the whispered “ Maybe ” came uttering from my mouth causing unshed tears to gather in our eyes. The sinister me was waiting to welcome me in its arms as soon as I walked in my home and trudged up the steps to the sanctuary of my room. My mental health was in shambles but I wasn't going to admit that to anyone, even myself. It wasn’t until I was alone in a hospital room where everything changed for me.
By Yvonaé Dessus2 years ago in Chapters
Returning Home for the First Time. Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
It had been almost two years since I had been back home. The drive from the airport in Anchorage to the high school in Seward took less than two hours as it was summer, and the road was free of the usual snow and ice that covered it nine out of twelve months of the year. Every curve in the road was familiar.
By Lena Beana2 years ago in Chapters