Nonfiction

Warm Beers
A streak of sunlight hits the windshield, so hot and bright I find myself in a headachy dream state that drags my concentration away. The white sunlight reminds me of the ‘jetty days’, age 14 through to 17. Every summer afternoon all five of us boys would go down there, eager to seem fearless as we drank shitty warm beers and backflipped off the railings. We would stand, sprawled against the thick wooden sun-bleached beams and attempt to pull the older girls from the college. They didn’t pay much attention to us. Back then, none of us had jobs, it was the end of year ten, our first summer without school, we were keen to not let anyone take away our newfound freedom. None of us wanted to continue with school, it just didn’t suit us.
By Bea3 years ago in Chapters
Emily
Emily was a much-wanted child, born 9 months and 4 days after our wedding day. Starting out as a problem child, she poked her fingers through the sack and sent me into an early labor that would unfortunately be less than successful. She was now to be born through a pitocin fueled delivery on Thursday, January 12, 1984. Well, that didn’t work so onto a C-section on Friday, January 13, 1984. Note the date please.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 years ago in Chapters
From Darkness to Self-Love: A Journey Through Heartbreak and Self-Discovery (Part 2)
(The following is another chapter from my memoir in which I describe my relationship with my mother. TW: Mentions of abuse and narcissism. Reader discretion is advised.)
By Eva A. Schellinger3 years ago in Chapters
That Night
The Prompt Write a chapter from the middle of your memoir. Read more about it here The music for you to listen to is "Police Car" by Larry Wallis
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Chapters
Unveiling the Truth ~ Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1 One Night My plane landed at Cleveland Hopkins Airport around one o’ clock in the morning. I was nervous all day because again I had to leave my home to fix the mistakes of others. I think that was when I washed my hands of all the experiences that led me to my biological family.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Chapters
Aging - Chapter I: Moving Home
My husband's aunt died when she was 103. She had dementia in her late 90s sometime. She would talk about wanting to go home so she could be with her family and friends that have gone ahead of her.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Chapters
Dance Like No One's Watching
I recently listened to this song and was inspired to participate in the third entry of James & Oneg's Summer Writing Challenge Extravaganza.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Chapters
Phantom Shift-Introduction
Sitting in a dark room, a woman approaches from “The Group”. They have an offer for you. A simple job for one of The Activity’s best agents. A simple task for a man of your talents. Retrieve Doctor Cardoso’s journal and a copy of the Empire's world-dominating devices, and relieve the United States from their dominance.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Chapters
The Dark Before the Dawn
It was darkness. I was lost. Wandering through my life just existing, instead of living. Therapy had helped after the abuse of my ex-husband, but really it had only helped me cope with the dark thoughts that had manifested from the things he made me believe for years.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Chapters
Gentle Stories of Discovery: Chapter 1 - The Invitation
THE INVITATION It perched on the mantelpiece, aloof, self-assured, and provocative. A seemingly harmless rectangle of card bearing its messages in sophisticated font and branding colours. Yet I felt the thud of my heart each time I glanced in its direction. Too ashamed to respond, yet too frightened not to, I allowed the entire business of the invitation to consume me.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Chapters
Running Up the Down Escalator
It was the spring of 1988. The First Assembly of God youth group I went to was attending a Bible Quiz in Dallas, Texas. My stepmom was one of the chaperones for the group, so she required me to participate on the Quiz team. Seeing as we traveled to other churches and saw beautiful scenery from our church van’s windows, I didn't mind.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Chapters
Rabbi Henry.
Rabbi Henry. After I had recuperated and started to move on with my life I had decided to work with the Stone and the Bull that visited me, he was my protector and I knew that the Bull was not Evil but forcefully Justified in gaining death to those that were still alive that had committed their ultimate sin, which was to believe that they were above anything that needed to achieve their salvation, that they were invincible and so rich that money would buy them through their lives whatever they did, bad or otherwise, it was mainly bad as they were greedy and selfish and obnoxious to believe that they were answerable to their actions in anything they did. Most had no concept of consciousness that they were damaging themselves but most importantly their ancestors and God had turned his face from them.
By Dawn Earnshaw3 years ago in Chapters